Brrr, Stick' Em (Song)

[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 You might also like Human Beat Box Fat Boys Can You Feel It? Fat Boys High Power Rap Crash Crew [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!