Iron Man Lyrics - Sir Mixalot

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 

(chorus) 

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 im 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 

dont drink cooler 

big money maker 

not a dumb drug 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 aint real 

your metals like mush 

this metals like steel! 

(chorus) 

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 'cause my snare be peekin 

worlds most hated 

too bad ta be graded 

makin you mad 

and i be pated 

be single hater 

your bad im 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 

cant stand kidders 

hate funk metal and not a bullshitter 

girlies wanna kiss 

suckas throwin fists 

lotta rappas try ta rock but it aint like this! 

THE IRON MAN OF RAP DROPPIN THE BIG METAL, HAMMER! 

now thats true rap passia