My is MC I'm no other A sized, high pitched White brother
And when I say Yo, I mean pink 'Cause my about as white As out ink
When I step the sun I burst flames Like the Torch But with no to save
Said, I don't go to And I go to raves 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 bother
It's all the ladies Leave lipstick On my
But I them to be gone 'Cause all they Is my use to write symphonies
Name is MC and I to be Star material astrology rock, hip, and R&B Watch me it up like a daquiri
It's why all the be mackin' me Waitin' in the alley, sneak me Tearin off my clothes, ass me
Back when we didn't a record deal (Still don't) Still managed to make the squeal Word up, and you
Name is MC, shout it 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 touch like a my mind
Name's MC, me call home 'Cause I'm out Taste real good a pumpkin pie
I smoke pipe When there's skunk Can it be Her fingers down my Levi jeans
I be so now, without a doubt Like I just an ounce and bounced What the fuck you be 'bout
MC backwards be mouth Not on the mic I'm your ass at balderash Ya stop me
is MC, shout it back to me On the of three One, two, three, MC
is MC Come from a Called In the to be
a little Bo Peep eatin' edamame I'm eatin' Filet Get up on the mic And stay for
Drunk off that lemonade And a bit of tanqueray But I'm okay, wide Stir fried, Vietnamese
and Eve Do as we With but a bucket Of ice up my
Ask Mr. T and the fuckin' A beam in your MC in the place With a mouth of toothpaste
Library book the due date So many I get the group too late