Brrr, Stick' Em (Song)

Lyrics

'[The Human Beat Box]

Yo hook my mic up please, make- Kurt- make the bass come out so clear

(C'mon!) Please... I'm asking you, KB

Ready?

[Prince Markie Dee] Yeah, ready?

Fat Boys!

Brrr, Stick 'em!

[Kool Rock-Ski]

When fresh beats and rhymes collide

The result is a hop and the Fat Boys slide

So get ready for this

We givin' up no slack

You guessed it: the Fat Boys are back

[Prince Markie Dee]

With Prince

[Kool Rock-Ski]

And Kool Rock

[Prince Markie Dee]

And The Human Beat Box one time in your mind

[Prince Markie Dee]

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 cutting up 'cause he's in command

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[Prince Markie Dee]

Now, 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, the king of hip-hop

And when my mouth starts to moving, 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

Capital P, bad as can be, can't no other MC mess with me

Because I travel to 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 all step back when I'm on the scene

Because I make 'em, break 'em, wake up, or shake 'em

Slap icing on the top and sure enough bake 'em

'Bout to grease the pan, I got the juice the girls

That five-foot-eight with natural curls

And Kool Rock, Kool Rock-Ski, I heard you're in the place to be

[Kool Rock-Ski]

Kool Rock-Ski, as you can see

Master of disaster, the chief of the East

And when I'm on the mic will make your nature rise

Hip-hop off this, I'm qualified

Too hot to handle, too cold to hold

Bolder than bad, I'm badder than bold

I'm on the microphone, take complete control

With The Human Beat Box on the side of me

Guaranteed to rock the rhythm, make you move your feet

I'm like that, y'all, I'm like this, y'all

And when I fire my revolver I never miss

[Beatbox interlude]

Fat Boys!