Beastie Boys - Shake Your Rump: lyrics and video

Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet
My man, MCA's got a beard like a billy goat

A full flap Joe, a full flap Joe
Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
They'll be staring at the radio, staying up all night
Or do my thing, I'm in a lava lamp
Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest
Yeah, we've got beef chief, we're knocking out teeth chief
Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose
Well, I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead

Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump
The patty duke, the wrench and then I bust the tango
Nothing wrong with my leg just b-boy limpin'
And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat


From downtown Manhattan the village
Running from the law, the press and the parents
And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
No mine's Clarence
Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this
Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Mike D with your bad self running things
A puppet on a string, I'm paid to sing or rhyme
Oowah, oowah is the disco call

What's up with your bad breath onion rings?
Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols
Whoo ha, yo garcon the cheque
And if you don't believe us you should question your belief, Keith

Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
Inside the brain hotel, I might be peakin' or freakin', but I rock well
Hurricane you got clout, other DJ's, put take your head out
So like a pimp, I'm pimpin', I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest
Shake your rumpa
A lot of people, they be jostlin' just to hear me rock the mic
Should I have another sip? No skip it
I'm on time, homies and that's how it goes
Is your name Michael Diamond?
You heard my style, I think you missed the point
And when the miker's in my mind then turn it out Joe
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump
It's the joint
MCA hu-huh, I'm gettin' rope y'all
My style is wild and you know that it still is
Shake your rumpa
Routines and the rhymes that I write
A full flap
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
Chillin' with pig pen down at Club Med