And you don't stop, and you can't stop

Yeah, yeah, I like this

If you, if you

Wanna know, wanna know

The real deal, about the Biz

A-say what, a-say what?

Well I'm the Biz Markie

And I'm the P. Diddy

So you know what time it is

A-come on

If you, if you

Wanna know, wanna know

The real deal, about the Biz

A-say what?

And that's comin from me, the P. Diddy

And you know what time it is, RIGHHHT

So come on Diabolical

Don't stop and don't you dare quit

Just get on the mic, sit on the mic

Spit on the mic and don't you dare quit!

When I get on the mic, I guarantee

There's no better MC than Biz Markie

Everything I say, or anything I do

Will move yo' posse or your crew

When you me hear me say, and what I play

Affects a lot of people in the strangest way

Well I'm too cold to freeze, too hot to burn

And I never miss a tag when it's my turn

'Cause I can rock the mic if you give me a chance

Cool V'll cut the record, make you do the 'Biz Dance'

I can flip the crowd with a wave of my hand

I'm the Diabolical, "And you know this MAAAAAAN!"

You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose

But please, please, leave my thang alone

You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose

But please, please, leave my thang alone

I'm the court jester, the manifester

I used to buy my clothes at A.J. Lester's

The rhymerator, the beat creator

Whack rappers get dropped like a hot potato

The dime repeater, the MC greeter

Knuckle bleeder, no need for a heater

The only MC in history

Who didn't even have to R-A-P

The bum destroyer, I'm comin' for ya

Got took to court and didn't need a lawyer

Make James Brown get down (Yeah, yeah)

Made Beretta go get her (Yeah, yeah)

Made Laverne and Bill Cosby (Yeah, yeah)

Go change their sweaters (Yeah, yeah)

I fought Mike Tyson, dropped him in 4

Went to Fort Knox and kicked down the door

Rocked seven continents with all this flow

"And this is somethin' for the radio"

You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose

But please, please, leave my thang alone

You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose

But please, please, leave my thang alone

Got ladies screamin' "STRANJE STRANJE"

With the rhythm and rhymes and style that I display

If rap was sex, I'd be a porno star

With Sade, and Janet, in a menage-a-trois

Merrily merrily, life is just a dream-ah

First car, I ever had was a Beamer

First girl, I ever had was a screamer

I got out of breath and almost caught emphysema

Put the party people in a state of shock

While Biz compose songs like Sebastian Bach

This is the end of this scenario

Like Robin Harris, "I gotta go, gotta go!"

You can do your thang (you can do your thang), and any-thang you choose (any-thang you choose)

But please, please, leave my thang alone (leave my thang alone)

You can do your thang (you can do your thang), and any-thang you choose (any-thang you choose)

But please, please, leave my thang alone (leave my thang alone)

You can do your thang *oh, come on*, and any-thang you choose (and any-thang you choose)

But please, please, (please) leave my thang alone (leave my thang alone)

You can do your thang (leave my thang alone), and any-thang you choose (and any-thang you choose)

But please *I like this*, please, (please) leave my thang alone (leave my thang alone)

(You leave my thing alone, yeah, oh-woah-oh-woah)