What Comes Around
Beastie Boys Song Lyrics

Overripe fresh skeezed California females     With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails     Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking     Like a garbage bag full overflowing, please, now it's leaking     Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair     So I can climb up and get into your underwear     Rat soup eating test cheating no business punk     You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk     You've gone wet look crazy and messed with your head     You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head     You're all mixed up like pasta primavera     Yo why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera man...     Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor     Yo get that money out of your ass you whore     I brought her upstairs onto the roof     I dogged your wife and she is a doofus     What goes around     Comes around     And what goes around, comes around     What goes around     Comes around     And what comes around, goes around     Chosen bound     Fully down     Feelin' down     Huh     Yo holmes your nose is brown     Clean B cleaning the G spot you know that we've got     The Dolemite's house and you have not     Look out my window look over the city     With two black eyes your girl ain't that pretty     Why you wanna beat that brat with a bat     Why you wanna treat your girl like that     Living in the rat race smoking rat weed     Well you reap what you sow when you plant the seed     Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto     Got more Louie than Phillip Rizzuto     What goes around     Comes around     And what goes around, comes around     What goes around     Comes around     And what comes around, goes around     What goes around     Inevibility     Comes around     What     And what goes around, comes around     What goes around     You know it     Comes around     What, check it check it     Check it     What, what what what...     Funky, damn     A funky pam pam pam pam...     Bam bam bam...     F.D. in the house ya'll     Funky, funky...     F.D.     Funky funky, F.D., funky funky...     Fuck it...     Agh everybody, funky pam...     Bam bam bam slam, Alabama     And kick it, Al-a fuckin' bama     I slam a saki hammer     And chillin'     Like pennicilian     Like panasaursas     Funky...     Doris the fink-a saursas     Haa haa haa...