ترانه:
Run D M C To The Maker

Auggggggggggggh, auuuuuuugh Auggggggggggggh, auuuuuuugh [repeats in background] [Run-D.M.C.] A to the maker, I dedicated my rap for the creator, there

now they call me D.M.C He's the Emcee of the party The D's for doin' it all of the time The M's for the rhymes that are all mine The C's for cool, cool

mothafuckin' murderin' murderers Bitch, come and meet your maker I'm scary like Michael Jackson up close I like diggin' up dead bodies, look at me I'm

hoes on our riches And niggaz come short, I'm diggin' ditches M.P. pullin' stripes, commander-in-chief And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin' out some teeth I'm

your hood? geah c'mon (throw your shit in the air like you just don't care) Can't wait to hit the gate at 3 p.m. A 159 killers I'm ready to kick it with

push the flyest Whips Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped No matter what the steez, I'm equipped Well my name is M-D, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker

to Greece from New Ghandi to your momma we gives absolutly no fucks Motha fucka natural born serial murderers mass mothafuckin murderin muderers bitch, come and meet your maker

timeout to answer Nigga, A Are you faster than a gun? Nigga, B Will I shoot ya if ya run? Nigga, C I ain't showin' no love Nigga, D All tha motherfuckin

ride wit me, you can ride wit me C'mon and ride wit me, ride wit bcc You can ride wit me, you can ride wit me C'mon and ride wit me, you can ride wit