My is MC I'm no other A short sized, pitched White skinned
And I say white Yo, I don't pink 'Cause my skin's about as As out ink
I step into the sun I into flames Like the Torch But no lives to save
Said, I don't go to And I don't go to And I go to pubs And I go to parades
So, do I go You might it a hooch parlor If you don't know the bother
It's all the ladies Leave their On my
But I them to be gone 'Cause all they Is my Mahler use to write
is MC and I claim to be Star material astrology rock, hip, and R&B Watch me blend it up like a
It's why all the honey's be me in the alley, sneak attackin' me Tearin off my clothes, ass me
Back when we have a record deal (Still don't) Still managed to make the squeal Word up, and you
Name is MC, it back to me On the count of One, two, three, MC
is MC Drivin' in my Civic I see ya girls by, lookin' fly Soft to the touch like a my mind
Name's MC, me Don't call I'm out tonight Taste real good like a pie
I smoke pipe When skunk inside Can it be Her slippin' down my Levi jeans
I be so now, without a doubt I just smoked an ounce Fucked and What the you be talkin' 'bout
MC backwards be mouth Not on the mic I'm kickin' ass at balderash Ya stop me
Name is MC, it back to me On the of three One, two, three, MC
is MC Come from a Called In the to be
With a little Bo Peep eatin' I'm eatin' Filet Get up on the mic And for days
off that citron lemonade And a bit of tanqueray But I'm okay, wide Stir fried, Vietnamese
and Eve Do as we nothing but a bucket Of ice up my
Ask Mr. T and the A-Team A beam in face MC in the place With a mouth full of
Library paste the due date So many I get the group You're too