Stick 'Em

Yo, hook my mic up, please

Make, Kurt, make the bass come out so clear (clear, clear, clear)

(Come on) please

I'm askin' you, KB

Ready? (yeah, ready)

Fat boys

Brr, stick up

When fresh beats and rhymes collide

The result is the hop and the fat boys rise again

Ready for them, we givin' up no slack

You guessed it, The Fat Boys are back

The Prince and Kool Rock

And the human beatbox, one time in your mind

Amazing to the eye, devastating to the ear

And if you've never seen him, you'll wonder where

His beats come from, machine or man

He's also cuttin' up 'cause he's in command (so cut it up)

My name is Markie Dee and I'm on the go

And due to miscalculations, I'ma let you know

That I'm the prince of rap (uh), the king of hip-hop (uh)

And when my mouth starts to movin', I will not stop

'Cause I'm all the way live with so much juice

So check out the Prince as I start to get loose (loose)

Capital P, bad as can be (yup)

Can't no other MC mess with me

Because I'm from the places where MCs are mean

Where their eyes turn red and their tongues turn green

Some of them fat and some quite lean

But they always step back when I'm on the scene

Because I make 'em, break 'em, quake 'em, shake 'em (yeah, uh, uh)

Slap ice and on the top and sure enough, make 'em

I can grease the pants, I got the juice with the girls

That 5-foot-8 with natural curls

So Kool Rock, Kool Rock Ski

I heard you're in the place to be

Kool Rock Ski, as you can see

Master of disaster, the chief of the east

And when I'm on the mic, I'm makin' it divine

Hip-hop, all things, I'm qualified

Too hot to handle, too cold to hold

Bolder than bad, I'm badder than bold

I'm on the microphone, takin' complete control

With the human beatbox on the side of me

Guaranteed to rock the rhythm, make you move your feet

A-like that, y'all, a-like this, y'all

And when I fire my revolver, I never miss

I'm on top, y'all

And Prince Markie Dee

Yes, playback

Fat boys