Now this may sound disgusting an' like very gross

But it's sure to have your trippin'

So y'all listen close

It's not bright as the sun or sweet like sugar

But it's rather on the bug tip and it's called Pickin' Boogers

Now what I'm emceein' might not seem kosher to you

But it's still somethin' we all have to do

So go up your nose with a finger or two

And pull out one or a crusty crew

Yo, don't try to front like it's so gloomy and gray

'Cause we all pick our boogers sometime every day

Whether out in the open or on a sneak tip

With a finger, tissue, or even a Q-Tip

Take it from the Biz Markie because I'm jokin'

And also, remember this slogan

"Hey, ma, what's for dinner?

Go up your nose and pick yourself a winner"

Pickin' Boogers

Pickin' Boogers

Let me tell you what happened on the train, man

I was coolin' one say with my partner Kane

Headed up to the rooftop, ridin' the D train

When the man sittin' next to me was so profane

He'd stick his finger up his nose, then do a drain

(You should 'a moved)

I was just about, but al of a suddern, homeboy just pulled out

A big, green, slimey - naw, I'm not even gonna say it

But it weighed a good pound if you tried to weigh it

He sat there for a while with it in his hand

So I tried to play cool like a normal man

So I laid my head back to catch a quick nap

All of a sudden he plucked it dead in my lap

Now Kane sat there laughin' like it was all a joke

But a brother like Biz Markie had almost choked

So I dug up my nose and pulled out about five

And plucked every last one of them dead in his eye

Then the man jumped up and said what's wrong with you