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Beastie Boys

Genres: Hip-Hop

Brrr Stick 'em Lyrics - Beastie Boys

"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 red-line the game 

You're like the Tidy Bowl 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 "Oh!" 

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! 

 

Smooth like butter, pure like ghee 

Let me get up on the mic with the do-re-me 

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, ah"