Track Title:               What Comes Around
Album Title:               Paul's Botique
Prime Artist:              Beastie Boys

Producer:                  The Dust Brothers
Producer:                  Beastie Boys
Written by:                The Dust Brothers
Written by:                Beastie Boys

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 homes 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 penicillin
Like panasaursas
Funky...
Doris the fink-a saursas
Haa haa haa...


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