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Peter Piper LyricsArtist: Run-D.M.C.
Album: Raising Hell
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but Run rapped rhymes.
Humpty Dumpty fell down, that's his hard time.
Jack B. Nimble, what, nimble, and he was quick,
but Jam Master was faster, Jack saw Jay's dick.
Now little Bo Peep cold lost her sheep
and Rip van Winkle fell the hell asleep.
And Alice stilled her hunger in Wonderland
Jack [...] Jill busta in his hand.
And Jam Master Jay is making out our sound,
the turntables might wobble but they don't fall down.
I got the juice and Mother Goose both did that thing.
Jam Master's gettin' loose and DMC's the king.
Cause he's adult entertainer, child educator,
Jam Master Jay, king of the crossfader.
He's the better of the best, best believe he's the baddest.
Perfect timin' when I'm climbin', I'm rhymin' at fast.
When he cuts, girls move their butts.
His name is Jay, hear the play, he must be nuts.
And on the mix, real quick, and I'd like to say
he's not fat, but he's fast and his name is Jay!
It goes a one, two, three and...
Jay's like King Midas, as I was told,
everything that he touched, turned to gold.
He's the greatest of the great, get it straight he's great.
Playing fame cause his name is known in every state.
His name is Jay to see him play will make you say:
"Goddamn, that DJ made my day!"
Like the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,
he's a maker, a breaker, and a title taker.
Like the little old lady who lived in a shoe.
If cuts were his, he would be you.
I'm not lying, y'all, he's the best I know,
and if I lie, my nose will grow
like the little wooden boy named Pinochio,
and you all know how the story goes!
Tricks are for kids he plays much gigs.
He's the big bad wolf and you're the three pigs.
He's the big bad wolf in your neighbourhood,
not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good!
There it is...
We're Run-DMC, got a beat to settle.
D's not Hansel, he's not Gretel.
Jay's a winner, not a beginner.
His pocket gets fat, other get thinner.
Jump on Jay like cows on moons,
People take Jay like dish and spoon.
Hands like all, first hails aim,
you'll see Jay again my friend!
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