"Here We Come Here We Come Here We Kiddy Come Come" > Run D.M.C.

[Guru]

I Hit The Chicks With The Nice Round Heinies

Play A Hoe Like A Hoe Play A Sucka Like Stymied

Try Me And You'll Descend Into Your End

Never Thought It Could Be You Well Think Again My Friend

My Pen Illuminates And Dooms The Fakes

You're Soon To Break You're Strawberry Like Shortcake

I'm In That Ass With My Timbs All Day

You Couldn't Tarnish My Rep, So You Crept Away

Just Behave And Be A Good Son -- Or Else

I'm Bringin The Noise Cause Most Emcees Are Puns

I Used To Chill In Roxbury Now I'm Comin Outta Brooklyn

Herb Niggaz Are Assed Out, Y'all Get Tooken

Or Taken, And That's Word To All Rude Bwoy Jamaican

I Swing Bitch, Yes I'm Crankin

Just Like An Alpine, A Deadly Rhyme, Brand Spankin New

Pumped To Put Some Lead In Your Crew

A Hollow Point Shot, Cause Your Weak Shallow Point's

Not Hittin -- Should've Gave Up From The Beginning

But Since You're Bluffin With Your Tape That's Trash

Tell Your Peeps That We Comin For Datazz

"Here We Come, Here We Come, Here We Kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C.

Whose That Lurkin In The Dark With The Hoodie Strapped;

Puffin On A Blizz, Mellow Meditatin Black?

I Ain't Impressed Cause The Rest They Fess

Sometimes I Wanna Flip, Clap A Hole In They Chest

But I Lay Back, As I Prepare For The Payback

And Drop The Master Rhymes With The Mad Crew From Wayback

I Stay Back, I Watch, The Whole Job, You Botched

Couldn't Maintain, It's Like Your Brain Just Stopped

But The Gang Is On The Prowl Kid Like Lector

Paint A Logo With Your Blood So You Niggaz Remember

The Chain And The Star, Mysticle And Never Typical

The Average Rap Group, Ain't Even Equipped To Go

Head Up, I'm Dead Up, You Ducks Could Never Last

You Fakin Jacks, We Comin For Datazz

"Here We Come, Here We Come, Here We Kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C.

I Heard Some Hard