(Re-) Run-DMC [Take 1]

Alright

One two-and-three-and
Two two-and-three-and

All you sucker MCs be bitin' me
Like I was a cheeseburger
You step to the mic, clear your throat
But you should go no further
You pose like you're a hero
But you're a villain
You think your rhymes are ill
But you're just illin'

You don't know kn-know kn-know know
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That Run-DMC are from Queens

You say I'm ridiculous
(You're ridiculous!)
Well, you probably should
Ask any of the ladies
They'll say I'm ridiculously good
I astonish and amaze
With my stylistic touches
While you're chasing after cleverness
Like a fat girl on crutches

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It's not pronounced "Eric B. and Rah-keem"

Like Bobby "Blue" Bland and Mr. T
I pity the fool who's a sucker MC
You'll never make the A-Team
You're always third string
It's your fault
'Cause you're ignorant
You don't know a thing

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That Run-DMC
Are from Hollis, Queens