Two years ago  a friend of mine
 Asked me to say some MC rhymes
 So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
 The rhyme was Def a then it went this way
 Took a test to become an MC
 And Orange Krush became amazed at me
 So Larry put me inside  his Cad illac
 The chaffeur drove off and we never came back
 Dave cut the record down to the bone
 And now they got me rockin on the microphone
 And then we talkin autograph, and here's the laugh
 Champagne caviar, and bubble bath
 But see ahh, ah that's the life, ah that I lead
 And you sucker MC's is who I please
 So take that and move back catch a heart attack
 Because there's nothin in the world, that Run'll ever lack
 I cold chill at a party in a b-boy stance
 And rock on the mic and make the girls wanna dance
 Fly like a Dove, that come from up above
 I'm rockin on the mic and you can call me Run-Love

 I got a big long Caddy not like a Seville
 And written right on the side it reads 'Dressed to Kill'
 So if you see me cruisin girls just a-move or step aside
 There ain't enough room to fit you all in my ride
 it's on a, ah first come, first serve basis
 Coolin out girl, take you to the def places
 One of a kind and for your people's delight
 And for you sucker MC, you just ain't right
 Because you're bitin all your life, you're cheatin on your wife
 You're walkin round town like a hoodlum with a knife
 You're hangin on the ave, chillin with the crew
 And everybody know what you've been through

 Ah with the one two three, three to two one
 My man Larry Larr, my name DJ Run
 We do it in the place with the highs and the bass
 I'm rockin to the rhythm won't you watch it on my face
 Go Uptown and come down to the ground
 You sucker MC's, you bad face clown
 You five dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man
 Youse a sucker MC, and you're my fan
 You try to bite lines, but rhymes are mine
 Youse a sucker MC in a pair of Calvin Klein
 Comin from the wackest, part of town
 Tryin to rap up but you can't get down
 You don't even know your english, your verb or noun
 You're just a sucker MC you sad face clown
 So D.M.C. and if you're ready
 The people rockin steady
 You're drivin big cars get your gas from Getti

 [D.M.C.]
 I'm D.M.C. in the place to be
 I go to St. John's University
 And since kinde-garten I acquired the knowledge
 And after 12th grade I went straight to college
 I'm light skinned, I live in Queens
 And I love eatin chicken and collard greens
 I dress to kill, I love the style
 I'm an MC you know who's versatile
 Say I got good credit in your regards
 Got my name not numbers on my credit cards
 I go Uptown, I come back home
 with who me myself and my microphone
 All my rhymes are sweet delight
 So here's another one for y'all to bite
 When I rhyme, I never quit
 And if I got a new rhyme I'll just say it
 Cause it takes a lot, to entertain
 And sucker MC's can be a pain
 You can't rock a party with the hip in hop
 You gotta let em know you'll never stop
 The rhymes have to make (a lot of sense)
 You got to know where to start (when the beats come in