Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ Beastie Boys - Oh word? ------------------------------------------ Yo what the schnitzel we´re back Shit´s getting duller and duller and that´s a fact I don´t care what you heard or care what you seen I swear it wasn´t me in Bear magazine Because I´m not that hairy oh contrary I go with the flow though the tempo varies So twist the cap and pop the cork My name´s Adrock made in New York Oh word? What the ponytail, I don´t eat snail I´ll steal your keys and then I´ll check your mail ´Cause I´m the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls And I´m the shot caller when it comes to shot calls And I´ll be rockin´ parties from block to block And block party to party the neighborhoods on lock So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking The name´s MCS made in downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth I´m a rhyme style writer you´re a rhyme style thief I may be paranoid you tried to fade me Here´s a song for you "Lady" Make you bug out like you don´t know what to do Your momma says "shame on you" When you´re dancing with your crew So get that poor chicken up off your fork My name´s Mike D made in New York Oh word? Yo what the talafel you gotta get up awful Early to fool Mr. Furley And that´s word to Aunt Shirley and you could Stick your head in the toilet give yourself a swirley Listen up biters go please stop While I´m politicin´ at Murray´s Cheese Shop Believe what you heard when you talk My name is Adrock made in New York Oh word? What the phone booth word to hair moose You´re on the corner and you´re selling a hog´s tooth Don´t mean to dis but I´ve got to point out The hogs tooth belong inside the hog´s mouth Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees I´ll have dog pemmican with my tea Now pass the wok ´cause I´m cookin´ The names MCS made in Downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo, what the doofus, say good night You´re Snidely Whiplash I´m Dudley Do-you-right Times are off the hinges leave your 2 way at the door We´re all up the creek a long way from shore Not walking around looking to get you cake The D is for Diamonds not for Drakes This not a fantasy and I´m not Mr. O´Rourke The name´s Mike D made in New York Oh word?