In The Hands Of The Godz lyrics

Bicka-bicka Biz, bicka- bicka Mark...

I`m the drunk dance rocker,
But don`t drink Vodka.
Never sang a song called Frere Jacques.

Rap rhyme schooler,
Composition Ruler,
In seventh grade I had teacher named Mr. Dooler.

I`m very unique and you will agree-ah,
One in a million like Mohamed and Aaliyah.
A self-believer,
An over-achiever,
Have more stunts than Coronel Seavers.

Ain`t no other like B-I-Z,
M-A-R, K-I with the E.
Hang at the Rucker,
Got a Hummer Truck-ah.
Wouldn`t trade the busy-boy cuz I`m no sucker.

I`ll be bouncing like a ball,
When I say, `Yes, Y`all.`
If you don`t rock with me you won`t rock at all.

So check me out,
With out no doubt,
I`m guaranteed to rock and turn the party out!
We gonna do right....

I`m on,
like popcorn.
Like a Saturday nite at the Autobahn.

Listen to the Brother,
Ain`t no other can mess with.
The man with the plan,
with the most finesse.

I make you scream,
And I`ll make you dance.
I`m guaranteed to rock the mike,
And put you all in a trance.

So listen to the Brother,
Ain`t no other can stutter,
(unintelligable) `ah- whadda a-whadda ah-rock, rock`
MC-Butter.

The man to do the `Up, a one-two,`
or `ah hah hah hah hah`
I rock with you.

So listen to me,
cuz I`m THE
Original B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I
out with the E!

BABE
I`m guaranteed to rock and turn the party out!
BABE