mic checka lyrics – das efx

riggidy-bow, ziggidy gadzuks, here i go, so
fliggedy-flame on, g-geronimo, yo
i biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when i blabber great
i miggedy-make the wonder twins deactivate
it’s crazy, i’m biggedy-breakin’ backs and bustin’ lips
i friggedy-freaked gladys knight and those freakin’ pips
shrimps, i miggedy-make enough noise like bamm-bamm
throw boulders from bedrock you’ll get dropped, i slam man
so check it
i riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucks
i giddedy-got the big ducks like daddy warbucks
i riggedy-rocked the coca-cabana
banana split
{hack-tho} spit, so sit
i friggedy-freak it from here to bangladesh
i riggedy-rippin’ flesh plus i get fresh like this
swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you’ll get it done
swooshed for fun, i riggedy-rhyme like no one
i biggedy-b*m riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, i’m savage
i shake ’em up and down like the down jones average
i’m c*cky, like rocky, i biggedy-bangs the best
so tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, ’cause here comes das efx

a-higgedy-hoy there matey, i giggedy-gots to flow
my sat*rday nights are live-er than joe piscopo
so yo, siggedy-save the bait for charlie tuna
see i be the boogie banger, like esiason’s the boomer
i’m higgedy-hots to trot, i giggedy-gots the motts
jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me goldilocks
i ciggedy-catch the scoop from peter jennings
do a spin like the mag and i slide like peggy fleming
or a smiggedy-smack a f*g and choke ’em up until he squeals
i hawiian punched the captain and now i’m maxing with tenille
i piggedy-pack steel, i got a big gun
i’m freaking the track from brooklyn, yo, ’cause brooklyn’s where i’m from

tiggedy-time to get buck wild
call me b*tterfingers, ’cause i dippedy-drop ’nuff styles
iggedy eeny meeny miney moe
shiggedy-bop, bap i’ll sn*tch a rapper by his toe
i riggedy-write my pages when i figgedy-feel the flavor
i fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now i be a sky pager
i friggedy-freaked the funka
the rough nestle cruncher, word to arch bunker
give me the mike and i’ll liggedy-light it up like uncle fester
microphone checka, one two checka
oh yessa
i tiggedy take no shorts, i’m not the fella
i can even act: stella, stella
yo stella, here ciggedy-comes the b*m rush, maybe
no static, i niggedy-knows more kids than um, bebe
so higgedy-hey hey hey not dwayne but i got props
i biggedy-bust rhymes like slick rick busts shots
so when i friggedy-freaks the funk, i’ll be the ill funk freaka
i stiggedy-stole an apple from this b*m named bonita
so riggedy-rub-a-dub i got the lip to make ya flip
bustin heads with erik sherman and my man parish smith

kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle
i diggedy-don’t bruise but snooze like rip van winkle
so twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little star
i sliggedy-slam dunk like kareem abdul-jabbar
numbskull, i piggedy-pump up like reebok pumps
i friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps, chumps
so wiggedy-where’s the beef, um chief
he figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that’s on his teeth
i rocks ’em, i socks ’em, i drops ’em, ah-choo
so riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut two
i diggedy dot my i’s, and cross my tiggedy-t’s, bro
i swiggedy-swing more action than hawaii five-o

/ das efx lyrics