Iron Man (Album Version|Explicit) - Sir Mix-A-Lot

You could strike a match in my hand

Too black to tan

Heavy metel rythem from a one man band

Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle

Whippin at the fairies with a brass belt buckle

Born in the ghetto

Hard like metal

Gotta '87 'vet with a fat gas pedal

River hard lite

Shave wit a knife

Love to get freaky on the grooviest nights

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Got childhood scars

From the streets of my life

Girls laugh now they beggin to be mix'a'lots wife

A new breed is here vigilanties o' rap

Got eyes like fire wit my boys at my back

Now i'm back for revenge all the rumors must end

Quickie breathin is out

Whole music is in

Alot of dummies get paid just for clappin thier hands

Not the style or desire of a true iron man

Oooh south side ruler

Don't drink cooler

Big money maker

Not a dumb **** user

Is real not drama

Paid pet lamha

Met clint eastwood

Slapped his mama

Billboard thrilla

Avenue chilla

Hard rock lova and

Soft rock killa

Girls in the house

Watch yo blouse

I am the man yo moma was warnin you about

The bad boy of rap

Givin no slack

Talk behind my back and

You might get slapped

You might get paid

But yo metal ain't real

Your metals like mush

This metals like steel

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Big E gold crushin

MC fussin

More lines in my face than a sunburnt russin

Hardly ever speakin

Girls be tweakin

Buggin off the drums cuz my snare be peekin

Worlds most hated

Too bad ta be graded

Makin you mad

And i be pated

Be single hater

Your bad i'm greater

Tougher than swarchinager in terminater

Guitar chord ripper

Peria sipper

Transboard scratcher

And not a lil stripper

Fleash like steal

Mc steal

Mickey dees shrimp salad not part of my meal

Heavy drum begginer

Can't stand kidders

Hate funk metal and not a bullshitter

Girlies wanna kiss

Suckas throwin fists

Lotta rappas try ta rock but it ain't like this

THE IRON MAN OF RAP DROPPIN THE BIG METAL HAMMER

Now thats true rap passia