All you trekkies and TV addicts,
Don't mean to diss, don't mean to bring static.
All you klingons in the [bad word] house,
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud.
Blowing doors off hinges,
I'll grab you with the pinchers.
And no, I didn't retire,
I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers.

Like mutual of omaha
Got the ill boat you've never seen before.
Gliding in the glades and like lorne greene
You know I get paid.
Like caprese and with the basil
Not goofy like darren or hazel.
I'm a mother [bad word] Nick at night
With classics [bad word] that you know all right.
Now remain calm no alarm,
'Cause my farm ain't fat.
So what's up with that?
I've got friends and family that I respect.
When I think I'm too good
They put me in check.
So believe when I say I'm no better than you,
Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't [bad word] 
Like that y'all and you just don't stop
Guaranteed to make your body rock.

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this [bad word] party out

Said: "Doc, what's the condition?
I'm a man that's on a mission".
Said: "Son, you'd better listen,
Stuck in your [bad word] is an electrician"
Like a scientist, mmmm when I'm applying this
Method of controlling my mind
Like einstein and the rapping [bad word] 
Hey baby bubba, now what the deal?
I didn't know you go for that mass appeal.
Some call it salugi, some hot potato,
I stole your mic and you won't see it later.
'Cause I work magic like a magician,
I add up like a mathematician.
I'm a bank cashier, engineer,
I wear cotton, but I don't wear sheer.

Shazam and abracadabra
In the whip I'm gonna [bad word] past ya.
Yo money, don't chump yourself,
Put that [bad word] back on the shelf.
Light rays blazing you're out of phase
And my crews amazing.
We're working on the record yo,
So stay patient.

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this [bad word] party out

Now, I go by the name of the King Adrock,
I don't wear a cup nor a jock.
I bring the [bad word] that's beyond bizarre
Like Miss Piggy, who moi.
I am the one with the clientele,
You say: "Adrock, you rock so well".
I've got class like pink champale,
Mca grab the mic before the mic goes stale.

Don't test me, they can't arrest me,
I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty.
You look upset, yo calm down,
You look cable guy dunked off of your crown.
I flow like smoke out a chimney,
You never been me.
You wanna rap, but what you're making ain't hip-hop b.

Get your clothes right out the dryer,
Put armor all up on your tire,
Sport that fresh attire,
Tonight we going out set the town on fire.
Set the town ablaze,
Gonna stun and amaze,
Ready to throw a craze.
Make your granny shake her head
And say: "Those were the days".

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this [bad word] party out