My is MC I'm like no A short sized, pitched White skinned
And I say white Yo, I mean pink 'Cause my skin's as white As out ink
When I into the sun I burst into Like the Torch But no lives to save
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 it a hooch parlor If you don't the password Don't
where all the ladies Leave their 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 Tearin off my clothes, ass me
Back we didn't have a record deal (Still don't) Still managed to make the ladies up, and you know
Name is MC, it back to me On the count of One, two, three, MC
is MC Drivin' 'round in my I see ya walkin' by, lookin' fly Soft to the like a porcupin my mind
Name's MC, me Don't call 'Cause I'm out Taste real good a pumpkin pie
I only smoke When there's inside Can it be Her fingers slippin' down my Levi
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 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 Chick Filet Get up on the mic And stay for
off that citron lemonade And a bit of tanqueray But I'm okay, eyes Stir fried, 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 Chris in the With a mouth full of
Library book the due date So many I get the group too late