[Chorus: Mike D with MCA]
It's finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all
Finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all
It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all
It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all

[Verse 1: MCA & Mike D]
Well, Mike D, what's up?
Yo, Yauch, what's up?
Come on, Mike, let's tear it up
Hear no evil, see no evil, talkin' no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it
Just give him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm convinced that Vince is rippin' me off
I think it's his girdle that's tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out back and he's growing onions
I've got bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyon's
I've been going nuts, gettin' all cooped up
Fully hermitizin', but now I'm gettin' souped up
It's time to turn the page to a brand-new chapter
Settin' my sights and you know what I'm after
I'll be in the paper, the news with Ernie Anastos
They'll even print my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now here's another special of the day
You see, I've got more spice than the Frugal Gourmet
[Chorus: Mike D with MCA]
Finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all
It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all
It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all

[Verse 2: Mike D, MCA, & Both]
Well, Mike D (Huh?), what you got for me?
Show these good people what it means to be D
Well, they call me Mike D with the madman style
I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a while
Created a sound at which many were shocked at
I've got a million ideas that I ain't even rocked yet
I got the light bulb flashing on the top of my head
Never wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man, not a yes man
With a point to make, you're bound to take a stand
'Cause I'm Pete the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
I got every type of flavor or style that will suit you
The bass is real fat because it's gotta be like that
See a snare on the funky tin, give me a taste of the hi-hat

[Chorus: Mike D with MCA]
Finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all
Finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all
It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all
Finger-lickin', lickin', lickin' good, y'all
[Verse 3: Mike D, MCA, & Both]
Yo, Yauch, what's up?
Mike D, what's up?
Come on, Yauch, let's tear it up
Well, I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark
I grab a hold of your attention like a thief in the park
'Cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue
Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum
Now I might chew, but I don't bite
My ideas are mine when I begin to write
In my sleep, I'll be thinking 'bout beats and
Getting on the mic and busting some treats and
Sportin' the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before
What I'm lacking from macking I can find at the thrift store
I don't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as I walk by
Take the time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya, down with the revolution
Always wear my goggles 'cause there's so much pollution
I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke, and the Spank
Gotta free the funky fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car, and I'll sell all my stuff

[Verse 4: DJ Hurricane]
I had enough of suckers actin' like they're tough
So Hurricane a-comin' and I kick it rough
Call your bluff when I roll with my TEC cocked
Light a spliff with my homie, call that rock
We get blind like Stevie and we make you wonder
Feel the thunder 'cause I'm comin', yeah, from way under
Not belief, so don't you ever call me chief
I'll make you preach, so you fuck around and lose your teeth
I got that gift to kick it swift, so check the shift
And get a whiff, that's hard, yo, word to God
[Interlude: DJ Hurricane & Mike D]
And you best believe that shit
Good, y'all
DJ Hurricane's finger lickin' good, y'all
That's right, y'all

[Chorus: DJ Hurricane]
It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all
It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all
It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all
It's finger-lickin', it's lickin', lickin' good, y'all

[Outro: DJ Hurricane]
Money Mike, rock the house
And MCA rockin' the house
And to my man Ad-Rock rockin' the house
And to the keyboard Money Mark rockin' the house
To the Mario C rockin' the house
And to the Beastie Boys, go turnin' it out
And you don't stop and you don't quit
And then I grab the microphone and I pop some shit
And you don't stop and you don't quit
Keep it on, keep it, keepin' it on