Its finger lickin, finger lickin good, yall
Finger lickin, a finger lickin good, yall
Its finger lickin, its finger lickin good, yall
Its finger lickin, its finger lickin good, yall
Well, Mike D, whats up?
Yo, Yauch, what up?
Come on, Mike, lets tear it up
Hear no evil, see no evil, talkin no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he aint havin it
Just give him some wood and hell build you a cabinet
Im convinced that Vince is rippin me off
I think its his girdle thats tippin me off
Well, Mike Ds out back and hes growin onion
Ive got bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyans
Ive been going nuts gettin all cooped up
Fully hermitizing but now Im gettin souped up
Its time to turn the page to a brand new chapter
Settin my sights and you know what Im after
Ill be in the paper, the news with Ernie Ernesto
Theyll even print my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now heres another special of the day
See, Ive got more spice than the Frugal Gourmet
Finger lickin, finger lickin good, yall
Its finger lickin, its finger lickin good, yall
Its finger lickin, its finger lickin good, yall
Well, Mike D, what you got for me?
Show these good people what it means to be D
Well, they call me Mike D with the mad man style
I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a while
Created a sound at which many were shocked at
Ive got a million ideas that I aint even rocked yet
Ive got the light bulb flashing on the top of my head
Never wake up on the wrong side of the bed
Youre an idea man, not a yes man
With a point to make, youre bound to take a stand
Cause Im Pete the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
Ive got every type of flavor or style that will suit ya
You know the bass is real fat, because its gotta be like that
A snare on the funky tin, and a taste of the hi-hat
Finger lickin, finger lickin good, yall
Finger lickin, a finger lickin good, yall
Its finger lickin, its finger lickin good, yall
A finger lickin, a lickin, lickin good, yall
Yo, Yauch, what up?
Mike D, whats up?
Come on, Yauch, lets tear it up
Well, I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark
I grab a hold of your attention like a thief in the park
Cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue
Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like the rhymes a piece of chewing gum
Now I might chew, but I dont bite
My ideas are mine when I begin to write
In my sleep Ill be thinking bout beats and
Getting on the mic and busting some treats and
Sportin the crazy funky threads that youve never even seen before
What Im lackin from the mackin I can find at the thrift store
I wont scuff nor scuffle, just grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya, down with the revolution
Always wear my goggles cause theres so much pollution
I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke, and the Spank
Gotta free the funky fish from the funky fish tanks
Ill sell my house, sell my car, and Ill sell all my stuff
Im going back to New York City, I do believe Ive had enough
Were gonna be out of here in a minute
So this one goes out to my man, Mario C
My brother Ad-Rock, cuttin it up on the turntable
Yeah, finger lickin good, yall
DJ Hurricane is finger lickin good, yall