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Rock Out With Your Hawk Out

Yo Doomsday, give me some more snare in my headphones.
Yeah, all right! Check it!
I heard some people talking like the Hawk fell off.
Well listen up, class is now in session.

 

Yo, the Hawk is back for the attack like Dokken,
rocking the mic like a panther stalking,
prey, so get the hell out of my way,
step to the Hawk, there'll be hell to pay.


My beats be denser than a neutron star,
tighter than a nun's ass, doper than a drugs tsar.
King of nerdcore, I wear the crown,
like a weeble I may wobble but I won't fall down.


Brighter than the beam of a zettawatt laser,
sharper than the edge of Occam's razor.
It's safe to say that I'm smarter than you,
I know more about physics than Half-Life 2.


You can't approach the league that I'm thinking in,
compared to me, you're just like Karl Pilkington.
But it's all good if you're down with the Hawk,
so come on everybody, it's time to rock.

 

Rock out with your hawk out!

Come on.

Rock out with your hawk out!

What? What?

Rock out with your hawk out!

Sing it.

Rock out with your hawk out!

 

Wikipedia calls me a fictional rapper,
see how fictional I feel with my foot up your crapper.
I'll shoot you in the face, leave you bleeding in the grass,
you heard me right, I'm going Cheney on yo ass!


I'll stuff you in a box like Schrödinger's cat,
you'll be dead and alive until such a time as that,
I check and make the wave function collapse,
and if you ain't dead I'll cap your ass.


I've been busting nerdcore since before it had a name,
Front coined the term but I make the claim,
to be the progenitor of the nerdcore flow,
to to all of you nerds who be new to the show,


I will say this only once so I suggest you listen,
you only exist by the Hawk's permission.
But it's all good if you're down with the Hawk,
so come on everybody, it's time to rock.

 

Rock out with your hawk out!

Rock out.

Rock out with your hawk out!

Damn.

Rock out with your hawk out!

Testify.

Rock out with your hawk out!

 

Damn this is funky.

Bring that shit in.

Uh, uh.

Rock out with your hawk out.

Here we go!

 

When I say hawk, you say rock.

When I say rock out, you say hawk out.

 

The ladies love the Hawk and the Hawk loves them back,
I've got a 20 foot pole and a 10lb sack.
Hell, I've got more chicks than the Colonel's got chicken,
I've got to agree that it's finger-licking.


See what I did? That's a double entendre,
a bit misogynistic but the ladies forgive the,
Hawk for his failings, few they may be,
cos the Hawk loves the ladies and the ladies love me.

 

Rock out with your hawk out!

Yeah.

Rock out with your hawk out!

Uh yeah.

Rock out with your hawk out!

Nerdcore bitch.

Rock out with your hawk out!

 

One more time.

Rock out with your hawk out.

Just whip that puppy out and rock the fuck out.

Don't be afraid to get some mashed potatoes on that motherfucker.

Peace out!