Ugly Duckling - Andy vs. Dizzy lyrics
[Ugly Duckling - Andy vs. Dizzy lyrics]
It's about that time
Dizzy! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Dizzy! That's right, uh huh boxing bell rings
It's like I want to eat his children
I want to have his heart i'm ready
It's on tonight, when we get on the mic
Step again I bring fright like piranha bites
Slice with precision my rhythm
And rhyme interlocks and drops heavy
Hittin' harder than cinder blocks
On the march like a Mastodon
I'm strong and built to
Last in this rap-a-thon so pass it on
I bring heat like twin holsters
Roast a hype beat like a
Bath full of toasters you want a fair one?
(Next) But, you're scared, run
Quit then admit you get lit like a flare gun
Your little rap on this camel's back
You can add a million of
'em and I handle that
But, you, you got no spine
And me when it's showtime
I keep the crowd groovin' 'til they
Hang up the closed sign
Guys and girls dancin' (ooh)
So do what you like but don't touch the mic
Just watch nice and close like microscopes
As I go set to blow like isotopes
Poppa got a new pair of shoes
To catch caribous
With the verse so sick I took Theraflu
Andy Cooper! I don't need an alias
Stun anyone in a hundred mile radius
'Cause, I come off quicker than a Snapple top
And catch jock like Germans on Hasselhoff
Damn! Dizzy! Where's Dizzy? Diz?
What's up man? What you got?
Let me interrupt and cut
Straight to the chase
Straight to your face so you make no mistakes
I can take a microphone and
Snap it like a styrofoam
'Cause my style's off the hook
Like a dial tone
I'm pure blend, you're decaffeinated
And you're stickin' out your
Neck to get decapitated you have to hate it
Bro you oughta lock your jaw
As the rhyme scheme drops
Like "shock and awe"
I'm a vet when it comes to a mic check
With no interference I get clearance
From the flight deck
'Cause, I'm well known in
The field of Hip-Hop
You can check my profile
Like Alfred Hitchcock
My tongue becomes a switchblade
It cuts ya down to size
Competition gets played
That's if they survive
I'm ready to attack so I'm
Throwing on my hunting cap
And count you out like a jumping jack
Or better yet Tae Bo, rappers are oblivious
I can get a live show movin' like giddy-up
Who'd they come to see? It was me, not you
Now you must confess I'm
Blessed like ha-choo! echoes
Alright so who you think won the battle man?
Aw man there's no question about that
Yeah it was me
You? Einstein who won the battle man?
Ahh I don't know I wasn't listenin'
Dizzy! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Dizzy! That's right, uh huh boxing bell rings
It's like I want to eat his children
I want to have his heart i'm ready
It's on tonight, when we get on the mic
Step again I bring fright like piranha bites
Slice with precision my rhythm
And rhyme interlocks and drops heavy
Hittin' harder than cinder blocks
On the march like a Mastodon
I'm strong and built to
Last in this rap-a-thon so pass it on
I bring heat like twin holsters
Roast a hype beat like a
Bath full of toasters you want a fair one?
(Next) But, you're scared, run
Quit then admit you get lit like a flare gun
Your little rap on this camel's back
You can add a million of
'em and I handle that
But, you, you got no spine
And me when it's showtime
I keep the crowd groovin' 'til they
Hang up the closed sign
Guys and girls dancin' (ooh)
So do what you like but don't touch the mic
Just watch nice and close like microscopes
As I go set to blow like isotopes
Poppa got a new pair of shoes
To catch caribous
With the verse so sick I took Theraflu
Andy Cooper! I don't need an alias
Stun anyone in a hundred mile radius
'Cause, I come off quicker than a Snapple top
And catch jock like Germans on Hasselhoff
Damn! Dizzy! Where's Dizzy? Diz?
What's up man? What you got?
Let me interrupt and cut
Straight to the chase
Straight to your face so you make no mistakes
I can take a microphone and
Snap it like a styrofoam
'Cause my style's off the hook
Like a dial tone
I'm pure blend, you're decaffeinated
And you're stickin' out your
Neck to get decapitated you have to hate it
Bro you oughta lock your jaw
As the rhyme scheme drops
Like "shock and awe"
I'm a vet when it comes to a mic check
With no interference I get clearance
From the flight deck
'Cause, I'm well known in
The field of Hip-Hop
You can check my profile
Like Alfred Hitchcock
My tongue becomes a switchblade
It cuts ya down to size
Competition gets played
That's if they survive
I'm ready to attack so I'm
Throwing on my hunting cap
And count you out like a jumping jack
Or better yet Tae Bo, rappers are oblivious
I can get a live show movin' like giddy-up
Who'd they come to see? It was me, not you
Now you must confess I'm
Blessed like ha-choo! echoes
Alright so who you think won the battle man?
Aw man there's no question about that
Yeah it was me
You? Einstein who won the battle man?
Ahh I don't know I wasn't listenin'