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Sir Mix-A-Lot( Sir Mix A Lot )
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Iron Man
Lyricist：Ray Anthony L
You could strike a match in my hand, too black to tan
Heavy metal rhythm from a one man band
Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
Whippin' adversaries with a brass belt buckle
Born in the ghetto, hard like metal
Gotta '87 'vette with a fat gas pedal
Live a hard life, shave with a knife
Love to get freaky on the grooviest nights
I got childhood scars in the streets of my life
Girls laugh now they beggin' to be Mix-A-Lots wife's
A new breed is here, vigilante's old rap
Got eyes like fire with my boys at my back
Now I'm back for revenge all the rumors must end
Freaky breathin' is out, bold music is in
A lot of dummies gettin' money, just by clappin' their hands
Not the style or desire of a true Iron Man
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You know what I am
A south side ruler, don't drink coolers
Big money maker not a dumb drug user
Is real not drama, hate pet llamas
Met Clint Eastwood, slapped his mama
Billboard thrill, avenue chill
Hard rock lover and soft rock killer
Girls in the house watch your blouse
I am the man your momma was warnin' you about
The bad boy of rap givin' no slack
Talk behind my back and you might get slapped
You might get paid but yo metal ain't real
Your rock's like mush, this rock's like steel
[Incomprehensible]
I got childhood scars in the streets of my life
Girls laugh now they beggin' to be Mix-A-Lots wife's
A new breed is here, vigilante's old rap
Got eyes like fire with my boys at my back
Now I'm back for revenge all the rumors must end
Freaky breathin' is out, bold music is in
A lot of dummies gettin' money, just by clappin' their hands
Not the style or desire of a true Iron Man
Uh, everybody now
Big E gold crushin', MC's fussin'
More lines in my face than a sunburn rushin'
Hardly ever speakin', girls be tweakin'
Buggin' off the drums 'cause the snare be peekin'
World's most hated, too bad to be rated
Makin' you mad and I'm elated
Beats sickapater, your bad I'm greater
Tougher than Schwarzenegger in 'Terminator'
Guitar cord ripper, Perrier sipper
Trans board scratcher and not a little stripper
Flesh like steal, MC's kneel
Mickey D's shrimp salad not part of my meal
Heavy drum hitter, can't stand kidders
Hate boss metal and I'm not a bullshitter
Girlie's wanna kiss, suckers throw a fist
A lotta rappers try to rock, but it ain't like this
The true iron man of rap
Droppin' the big metal hammer
Now that's true metal, posse up, yeah
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