My is MC I'm no other A sized, high pitched skinned brother
And I say white Yo, I don't pink 'Cause my skin's as white As out ink
I step into the sun I burst into Like the Torch But with no lives to
Said, I don't go to And I don't go to And I don't go to And I go to parades
So, do I go You might call it a parlor If you don't know the Don't
It's all the ladies their lipstick On my
But I tell to be gone all they want Is my Mahler use to symphonies
is MC and I claim to be Star like astrology rock, hip, and R&B Watch me blend it up a daquiri
why all the honey's be mackin' me Waitin' in the alley, sneak me off my clothes, ass smackin' me
Back when we didn't a record deal (Still don't) Still managed to make the squeal up, and you know
Name is MC, it back to me On the of three One, two, three, MC
is MC Drivin' in my Civic I see ya girls walkin' by, fly Soft to the touch like a Blow my
MC, me multiplied Don't call I'm out tonight Taste real good like a pie
I only pipe When there's skunk Can it be Her fingers slippin' down my jeans
I be so now, without a doubt Like I just an ounce Fucked and What the fuck you be talkin'
MC backwards be cotton Not on the mic I'm kickin' ass at balderash Ya can't me
is MC, shout it back to me On the count of One, two, three, MC
is MC Come a place Libertyville In the to be
With a little Bo Peep edamame I'm eatin' Chick Get up on the mic And for days
Drunk off citron lemonade And a bit of tanqueray But I'm okay, eyes fried, like Vietnamese
and Eve Do as we With nothing but a Of ice up my
Ask Mr. T and the A-Team A in your face MC in the place With a mouth of toothpaste
Library book paste the due So many I get the group You're too