Sir Mix-A-Lot Iron man Lyrics:
You could strike a match in my hand
too black to tan
heavy metal rhythms
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 'vette with
a fat gas pedal
live a hard life
shave with a knife
love to get freaky on the
grooviest nights

(chorus)
I got childhood scars
from the streets of my life
girls laughed, now they
beggin to be mix'a'lots
wife
the new breed is here
vigilantes of rap
got eyes like fire with
my boys at my back
now I'm back for revenge and
the rumors must end
quickie breathin is out
whole music is in
a lot of dummies get
money just for clappin
their 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
it's real not drama
paid pet llama
met clint eastwood
slapped his mama
billboard thrilla
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avenue chilla
hard rock lova and
soft rock killa
girls in the house
watch yo blouse
i am the man yo momma 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 rock's like mush
this rock's like steel!

(chorus)

big ego crushin
MCs fussin
more lines in my face than
a sunburnt Russian
hardly ever speakin'
girls be tweakin'
buggin' off the drums cuz
the snare be peakin'
worlds most hated
too bad ta be rated
makin you mad
and I'm elated
beat syncopater
you're bad, I'm greater
tougher than
Schwarzenegger in
Terminator
guitar chord ripper
Perrier sipper
trans board scratchin'
and not a needle skipper
flesh like steel
MCs deal
mickey dee's shrimp salad
not part of my meal
heavy drum hitter
cant stand kidders
hate false metal and I'm
not a bullshitter
girlies wanna kiss
suckas throw a fist
lotta rappas try ta rock but
it aint like this!

THE TRUE IRON MAN OF RAP
DROPPIN THIS BIG METAL
HAMMER!

now thats true metal
Posse up
Lyrics: Iron man, Sir Mix-A-Lot [end]