And you don't stop
And you can't stop
Yeah, yeah 
I like this
If youIf you
Wanna know
Wanna know
The real deal, about the 
BizA-say what, a-say what?
Well I'm the 
Biz Markie
And I'm the 
P. DiddySo you know what time it is
A-come onIf you
If youWanna know
Wanna know
The real deal, about the 
BizA-say what?
And that's comin' from me, the 
P. DiddyAnd you know what time it is, right
So come on 
Diabolical
Don't stop and don't you dare quit
Just get on the mic, sit on the mic
Spit on the mic and don't you dare quit!
When I get on the mic, 
I guarantee
There's no better 
MC than Biz 
MarkieEverything 
I say or anything 
I doWill move yo' posse or your crew
When you me hear me say and what 
I playAffects a lot of people in the strangest way
Well I'm too cold to freeze, too hot to burn
And I never miss a tag when it's my turn'
Cause I can, rock the mic if you give me a chance
Cool V'll cut the record, make you do the '
Biz Dance'
I can flip the crowd with a wave of my hand
I'm the Diabolical, "And you know this man"
You can do your thang and any-thang you choose
But please, please, leave my thang alone
You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose
So please, please, leave my thang alone
I'm the court jester, the manifester
I used to buy my clothes at 
A.J. Lester's
The rhymerator, the beat creator
Whack rappers get dropped like a hot potato
The dime repeater, the 
MC greeter
Knuckle bleeder, no need for a heater
The only M
C in the history
Who didn't even have to 
R A PThe bum destroyer, 
I'm comin' for ya
Got took to court and didn't need a lawyer
Make James 
Brown get down
Made Beretta go get her
Made Laverne and 
Bill Cosby
Go change they sweaters
I fought Mike 
Tyson, dropped him in 4
Went to Fort 
Knox and kicked down the door
Rocked seven continents with all this flow"And this is somethin' for the radi-oh "
You can do your thang and any-thang you choose
But please, please, leave my thang alone
You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose
So please, please, leave my thang alone
Got ladies screamin' stranje stranje
With the rhythm and rhymes and style that 
I displayIf rap was sex, 
I'd be a porno star
With Sade, and 
Janet, in a menage-a-trois
Merrily merrily, life is just a dream-ah
First car, 
I ever had was a 
BeamerFirst girl, 
I ever had was a screamer
I got out of breath and almost caught emphysema
Put the party people in a state of shock
While Biz compose songs like 
Sebastian 
BachThis is the end of this scenario
Like Robin 
Harris, "I gotta go, gotta go!"
You can do your thang and any-thang you choose
But please, please, leave my thang alone
You can do your thang and any-thang you choose
So please, please, leave my thang alone
You can do your thang and any-thang you choose
But please, please, leave my thang alone
You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose
So please, please, leave my thang alone
Leave my thang alone
You leave my thang alone
Leave my thang alone