whats my name? mc. and what do I do? rap. mds screaming need 50 ccs of mc stat.
er staff be freakin like mariah on the rag. mc chris squeezin contents out of tiny
plastic bags. its like hypnotizin eyes and gettin digits on the pad. legs seperate
like hyphens because mcs still the mack. identify the items by the bar code on the
tag. identify the rapper cuz hes knee deep in the vag. I got my glocks cocked, I got
my nines primed, I got my crosshairs locked on kelly lebrocks behind, I got my lungs
locked on chemotherapy kind, I got more rhyme than shel silverstein and shakespeare
combined.
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I sound like a ten year old or so Ive been told, but you dont need a voice
thats low to make the microphone gold. others claim that they be midas but they got
laryngitis, so whyncha kick it with the mc with the voice thats the highest. so come on.
whats my name? mc. and what do I do? rock. Im intimidating jocks and inseminating socks,
Im infiltrating flocks of fembots, high off that hemlock, mud wrestling bittie buttocks
like ox. lets knock chucks cuz we cant afford boots. lets get high aka pull tubes.
dont ask why, just let it all loose, watch this mike get abused, watch me change your
attitude. call me gavin, Im the captain of this carnival cruise. kathie lee lets me rub
my dick on her boobs. seems tweens in cleavage jeans is many a mans muse, all mc needs
is just a bucket of booze. watch me, blow a load on your butt tattoo, watch me, come back
for seconds like its chinese food. no one can hear you scream, cuz its a soundproof
room. Im done, get the fuck out, send in number two!
repeat chorus
whats my name? mc. and what do I do? roll. Im all up in that shit like its fuckin camel
toe. olsen twins on my dick like its a stripper pole. if youre hooked on the shit, my
middle name is methadone. so, lets do this quick so no one will ever know. mc nice got
more ice than a fuckin eskimo. hes not whack nickleback singing songs for michelobe.
jigga man, why you treat me like animal? at the mall, at the park, rollerink, backyard,
soft hearted bard who makes the hardcore hard. I weigh a buck fiddy, stand 5.5, and when
I muff dive, you see the fuckin fur fly. dont own a celly, my sneakers is my ride, been
disgraced, demoted, I been denied. all my fan mail says someday that Ill get signed.
mc chris, lower case, no dots, rewind.
repeat chorus
