[Biz + P. Diddy]
[Intro: Biz Markie, P. Diddy, & both]
And you don't stop, and you can't stop
Yeah, yeah, I like this
If you, if you
Wanna know, wanna know
The real deal, about the Biz
A-say what, a-say what?
Well I'm the Biz Markie
And I'm the P. Diddy
So you know what time it is
A-come on
If you, if you
Wanna know, wanna know
The real deal, about the Biz
A-say what?
And that's comin from me, the P. Diddy
And you know what time it is, RIGHHHT

[Verse 1: P. Diddy]
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!

[Verse 2: Biz Markie]
When I get on the mic, I guarantee
There's no better MC than Biz Markie
Everything I say, or anything I do
Will move yo' posse or your crew
When you me hear me say, and what I play
Affects 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 MAAAAAAN!"
[Chorus]
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
But please, please, leave my thang alone

[Verse 3: Biz Markie]
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 MC in history
Who didn't even have to R-A-P
The bum destroyer, I'm comin' for ya
Got took to court and didn't need a lawyer
Make James Brown get down (Yeah, yeah)
Made Beretta go get her (Yeah, yeah)
Made Laverne and Bill Cosby (Yeah, yeah)
Go change their sweaters (Yeah, yeah)
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 radio"
[Chorus]
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
But please, please, leave my thang alone

[Verse 4: Biz Markie]
Got ladies screamin' "STRANJE STRANJE"
With the rhythm and rhymes and style that I display
If 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 Beamer
First 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 Bach
This is the end of this scenario
Like Robin Harris, "I gotta go, gotta go!"

[Chorus]
You can do your thang (you can do your thang), and any-thang you choose (any-thang you choose)
But please, please, leave my thang alone (leave my thang alone)
You can do your thang (you can do your thang), and any-thang you choose (any-thang you choose)
But please, please, leave my thang alone (leave my thang alone)
You can do your thang *oh, come on*, and any-thang you choose (and any-thang you choose)
But please, please, (please) leave my thang alone (leave my thang alone)
You can do your thang (leave my thang alone), and any-thang you choose (and any-thang you choose)
But please *I like this*, please, (please) leave my thang alone (leave my thang alone)
(You leave my thing alone, yeah, oh-woah-oh-woah)