Beastie Boys - Brrr Stick 'Em lyrics
[Beastie Boys - Brrr Stick 'Em lyrics]
"Well Toby, still want to be bionic?"
"You bet! I saw the way you mopped
Up those guys if I could
Do that there wouldn't be a kid
In town that could make me"
"Toby, listen to me what you saw in
There was a man being forced to
Go berzerk because there are parts of
His body he wasn't born with"
Hearers of the tone with the sensitive poem
Transmitted with the voice like a sousaphone
We be beaming these rhymes to the satellite
With the Human Beatbox for
The people's delight
I run the three legged race in a potato sack
I put a whole potato salad
Right down your back
I get mad respect at the old folk's home
Your mama's grandpapa won't leave me alone
Crank up the bass and redline the game
You're like the Ty-D-Bol Man
Spinning down the drain
Cause, I'm a cyborg created to emcee
We're gonna change our name
To The Disco Three
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Update my firmware and I'm good to go
I'm like "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger
Will Robinson!" coming down the block and
You're like "O-o-o-o!"
Bionic eye with the do do do do do do
I got my gear on like the Ear-ons
The human switchboard and interferons
We Jam On It like Newcleus
I'm known on a roll like Caduceus
Do androids dream of electric sheep?
Well, either way you're going to
Sow just what you reap
Cause, I'm a replicant, not a skin-job
Yo, HAL, open the fuckin' doors to the pod
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Ah! Ah! (Human Beatbox sample)
Smooth like butter, pure like ghee
Let me spit up on the mic with the do-re-mi
My dog's name is Sam, not Fifi
I'm profilin' a boulangerie
Robotron, Gorf, and Galaga
I got the sexy Dig Dug calendar
Mix Master's scratching like he's got lice
The crabs! Hey yo, that ain't nice!
Like One-Eyed Jacks and Suicide Kings
You want wildness, wild I bring
My Uncle Freddie's making horseradish
To serve you on a platter like gefilte fish
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
"Well Toby, still want to be bionic?"
"What do you think you're doing
In here you little agh"
"You bet! I saw the way you mopped
Up those guys if I could
Do that there wouldn't be a kid
In town that could make me"
"Toby, listen to me what you saw in
There was a man being forced to
Go berzerk because there are parts of
His body he wasn't born with"
Hearers of the tone with the sensitive poem
Transmitted with the voice like a sousaphone
We be beaming these rhymes to the satellite
With the Human Beatbox for
The people's delight
I run the three legged race in a potato sack
I put a whole potato salad
Right down your back
I get mad respect at the old folk's home
Your mama's grandpapa won't leave me alone
Crank up the bass and redline the game
You're like the Ty-D-Bol Man
Spinning down the drain
Cause, I'm a cyborg created to emcee
We're gonna change our name
To The Disco Three
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Update my firmware and I'm good to go
I'm like "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger
Will Robinson!" coming down the block and
You're like "O-o-o-o!"
Bionic eye with the do do do do do do
I got my gear on like the Ear-ons
The human switchboard and interferons
We Jam On It like Newcleus
I'm known on a roll like Caduceus
Do androids dream of electric sheep?
Well, either way you're going to
Sow just what you reap
Cause, I'm a replicant, not a skin-job
Yo, HAL, open the fuckin' doors to the pod
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Ah! Ah! (Human Beatbox sample)
Smooth like butter, pure like ghee
Let me spit up on the mic with the do-re-mi
My dog's name is Sam, not Fifi
I'm profilin' a boulangerie
Robotron, Gorf, and Galaga
I got the sexy Dig Dug calendar
Mix Master's scratching like he's got lice
The crabs! Hey yo, that ain't nice!
Like One-Eyed Jacks and Suicide Kings
You want wildness, wild I bring
My Uncle Freddie's making horseradish
To serve you on a platter like gefilte fish
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
"Well Toby, still want to be bionic?"
"What do you think you're doing
In here you little agh"