That's how I like it, hardcore hip hop Ba**drum kickin' so the party don't stop In the music that you hear comin' out the box I want ba** that growls and a rhythm that rocks I like a crowd that can really shout If you like it get down, if you don't get out 'Cause I'm here, and I wanna take control And I'm takin' back all the lyrics you stole Style, I don't really have one I write what I like and I get the job done With a hardcore rhyme that leads the pack Got the dance floor shakin' with the music 'cause That's how I like it Get back, get out of my way 'Cause foolin' with fools is a game I don't play But some s**ers still gang me thinkin' that I bend I knock 'em down, pick 'em up and then I beat 'em down again Spice is the name I was given And I got reputation for hardcore livin' Pumpin' up the ba** drum, shakin' my car Got a rhythm comin' in on the guitar because I like to rock hard No sell out allowed My only mission in life is to rock the crowd I work great under pressure, no man I ain't jokin' You think you can beat me, what have you been smokin' Eight years ago I began writin' rhymes I was ten years old when I wrote my first rhyme Eight years later I've perfected the art And I'm here on stage cold tearin' it apart Spice is my name and Devo is my title I spend hours rehearsing for a rap recital Magic Mike mixed the music so the record sounds def Got my posse in effect backin' up what's left Bozhead, Ace, Baksai Nok M.C. Squared and Piles all help me rock That's the Dead Town posse from the Sudden d**h crew We're together for you're pleasure and we're doin' what we do Best, breakin' down a dope beat Got the dance floor shakin' so you gotta move your feet I cause a lot of damage and the damage shows It's worse than Freddy Krueger pickin' your nose I'm not done I came here for one reason, that's to have fun While I was doin' mine people yellin' "Go homeboy!" While you were doin' yours they just yelled "Go home!" That's what happens when the Devo Spice busts a rhyme With rhythm and it's always on time So prepare yourself, don't act like a slob While I keep the party rockin' and I finish the job Spice is an M.C., get my gist Bet you never heard a white boy rap like this But now that you heard me, how do I compare I'm a white boy from Trumbull, sportin' red hair You think that I'm a s**er, you give me no respect You can call me what you want but don't call me collect I don't care, I'm only here to rap to the cut You wanna try to battle me, s** my what? People in the audience seldom get enough of me Makin' s**ers into dead bodies is my specialty This is an example of the way that I rap And I do it like this every day because that's how I like it When I plan my attack I come prepared, never scared, and I'm always on track Devo Spice, the main rap contender Puttin' thoughts into words forcin' others to surrender People often think I can't do what I can I look like this because that's who I am Don't like what you see better close your eyes If you thought I was a s**er then you're in for a surprise Devo Spice M.D., M.D. stands for Majorly Demented I write my own rhymes, I don't steal them or rent them Bust a rap and disappear That's it for me homies, peace, and I'm outta here