Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well.
Started way back in history
With Ad Rock, MCA and me, Mike D
Had a little horsey named Paul Revere
Just me and that horsey and keg of beer
Riding across land, kicking up sand
Sheriffs posse's on my tail cause I'm in demand
One lonely beastie, I be all by myself without nobody
Sun is beating down on my baseball hat, air is getting hot and beer is getting flat