Macho Man Randy Savage

Lyrics

[Sample: "Macho Man" Randy Savage & Gene Okerlund] GENE OKERLUND: Macho Man Randy Savage. You have changed over the past couple of months like I cannot believe, sir RANDY SAVAGE: I'm a chameleon. Yeah huh huh OKERLUND: A chameleon? SAVAGE: Uh huh yeah! I'm talking about the beat goes on, yeah. And the beat goes on, yeah. And the beat goes on! Now sugar is sweet and so is honey, yeah! OKERLUND: But the beat goes on? SAVAGE: But the beat goes on [Chorus: Macho Man Randy Savage (Sampled)] "And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on And the beat goes on" [Verse 1: Trials] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Trust, I'm on the bus and the weed is hell stinky [?] get it when I finish Helsinki (that's the capital) Once again another brilliant day Woke up, got stoned, watched Citizen Kane (They call him Trigga) Bigger than this motherfuckin' universe My crew's a mixed bag of criminals and super nerds I'm a rocket man (man), never been home (home) Funny lookin' dick {vomits} tellin' in-jokes {laughs} [?] language, hangin' with my lingo It's on, get my firstborn to eat a fuckin' dingo (come here) Gettin' down till I'm dyin' in my sleep Then I make her pussy riot like she dyin' and I'm weak Let me bury anybody (uh,) but very sloppy (oh) Not can they fire me, but can they stop me? No milk, got fuck all weed Can't contact my friends, they been up all week Well, "Mama se, mama sa, mama ma ku sa" No fightin' in my crowd or I'ma fuck you up Next up, bop-bop-bo-bop, wait a minute I don't give a fuck, I'm the best (I did it) [?] and some poetry Trials is McNulty, give her a little of some'in' salty Who the f is really f'in' with the reverend of the f word? Word, word [Verse 2: Briggs] Mr Busta, where the fuck you at? Song was a bite and the video's wack (wack) They need to mute the mic when you idiots rap (fuck 'em) Me and T nice but inconsiderate blacks Swear that they on one until the dawn come Get knocked back and crack like a bonbon Shook like a pompon, Briggs Kong footsteps Kiddies we stomp on, I don't know who's next The shit's Pompeii (son,) the shit don't change (son) Spinnin' in the grave, just spittin' the same way T make beats and we kill 'em the same day Blowfly life and you eat off the same plate Set cut short like Ice-T's ponytail (brother) Not mad, crowd's only male (ew) Big-headed, pig-headed, Briggs skull massive Cane you fucks: old school Degrassi What the fuck it look like? Listen when I stood right Hit the jaw, twist 'em when I hook right You don't want beef, you won't even get the lettuce I've been burnin' burgers since pennin' the letters [?] deep in the trenches, crackin' your dentures Your whole squad rendered defenceless Your whole squad's spanners and wrenches (tools) Our whole squad killin' the friends list (duals) [Verse 3: K21] I got a locksmith, wild fire, obnoxious That wack shit, fuck if you died tryin' to stop this Stop bricks, huffin' the quiet life of the monsters Drive lines of the toxic that I write in an octave Bomb shit, beyond sick, they say he's lost it Crash the aeroplane, go out the window of the cockpit They put a donk on it, I put the Hons on it Drop sonics, never with sub phonics when on tonic Rock along slippery and the Jonas Brothers All these other suckas fleein' like they Roadrunner Mental, [?] for the lentil The next fool, hell of the menace in your cesspool Lone wolf, home schooled, never fucked with Pro Tools But Bazza gave me the logic back when Trigga owned fools Learned from him to mash the beat like you makin' borscht Add the Briggla, that's the defeat, sucka, may the force Be with you, kick it like it's roshambo I'm on my Conan, rappers gettin' both hands thrown at 'em With the finger in the middle up when the Kid erupts I hit 'em up in my city, they silly to think I'm dumb Bringin' the funk sinister shit till my lips are numb Try pick another this hideous spittin', you'll think of none Sting it like [?] , ain't finished till I'm done Am I done? Fuck it, yeah, I'm done, fuck it [Chorus (Extended): Macho Man Randy Savage (Sampled)] "And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah" "What was that?" "And the beat goes on" "[?] you can't even talk about it" "And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes—And the beat goes on"