H Nasty Bamboo Shoots - 3 on the Mic lyrics

[DJ Oatmeal] My name is not Rutherford, they call me Michael Hayes And my sh** is like Pogs, because I'm the latest craze I'm fly, I'm shy, I'm fly I repeat: I walk right past you when I see you on the street You know my shows sell more tickets than New Hope prequels Make more money than Chipmunk Squeakquels I am the master, and you are the apprentice I beat your a** down when we play table tennis Because you rhyme fast, but I rhyme faster Get over on Kerr like my man Lancaster Because I am a man out on a mission: Supreme, sublime lyrical acquisition Playing beats on my box, making music for my people Know a lot of MCs, but none are my equal I'm your obsession, you came confessin' You get denied and pay your shrink for a session Roll around town, got my nine by my side Knocked off Fifth Third like Bonnie and Clyde I'm dusted, not rusted, and my crew comes first You mess with s**a Slim, and you go home in a hearse Cause we got enough crack-outs, trying to befriend us Get ready for some truth, pa** the mic to Phantom Menace [The Phantom Menace, a.k.a. Saruman of Many Kronics] Howdy-doo, it's the Phantom Menace I'm a frickin' Sith Lord, I ain't no apprentice Watch a PBS special on Jack the Ripper Watch it once for me, and once for the Gipper Shout out to my man lil' 2k10 He's got rhymes, and better time than Big Ben DJ Oatmeal innovates like Wayne Szalinski J. Rage-a causes riots like Igor Stravinsky Steve Gene's favorite movie is Ernest Goes to Jail I'd make Half Mast a sandwich, but my bread went stale 4 Broz By Broz, fortune and fame You talking 'bout practice? I'm talking 'bout the game! Got bad sneakers, like Donald f*gen And I'm more Cosmic than Carl Sagan Like Yukon Cornelius, I got silver and gold And I beat Doom II when I was four years old If you don't believe me, get a lie detector We can put the results on an overhead projector I'mma make like a banana and split Tangerines use the mic as you see fit [H Nasty Bamboo Shoots a.k.a. Tangerines] Tangerines on the scene and I'm silken clean My rhymes are so sick, they'll turn your body green Make you bend over the toilet like Gordita Supremes Make your hair fall out like chemotherapy Skeet in your cereal like Skeeter's Jizzy Cheerios Perform high-flying acrobatics just like Ray Mysterio I overheard you asking silly questions to your grandpa You didn't know? I'm all about the za! I do d** like I was ten feet tall And I once got accosted while I was pooping at the mall I've seen a couple more ladies than Stevie Wonder And I pleasured them til they roared like thunder I Like to bed them at The Purple Grape And tape shapes of Severus Snape getting raped on their nape Now H Nasty Bamboo Shoots gonna get dippin' Me and DJ Oatmeal gonna have a a Pabst Blue Ribbon