Sir Mix-A-Lot Iron Man song lyrics

Heave ho, heave ho, heave ho

You could strike a match in my hand

Too black to tan

heavy metal rhythm from a one man band

bust my knuckles in a junk yard scuffle

whippin' adversaries with a brass belt buckle

Born in the ghetto

Hard like metal

Got a '87 vette with a fat gas pedal

Live a hard life

Shave with a knife

Love to get freaky on the gloomiest nights

I got childhood scars on the streets of my life

Girls laughed but now they beggin' to be Mix-A-Lot's wife

The new breed is here, vigilante's of rap

Got eyes like fire with my boys at my back

Now I'm feeling for revenge

all the rumors must end

Freakin' breathin' is out

bold music is in

I got a lot of dummies gettin' money just for clappin' their hands

Not the style or desire of a true iron man