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Whats my name? mc
And what do I do? Rap.
M.D.s screaming need 50 ccs of mc stat.
E.R. 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 c*cked,
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.
(Chorus)
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 wontcha 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 b*ttocks 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 d*ck 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 b*tt 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 fk out, send in number two!
repeat chorus
whats my name? mc.
and what do I do? roll.
Im all up in that s**t like its fkin camel toe.
olsen twins on my d*ck like its a stripper pole.
if youre hooked on the s**t, my middle name is methadone.
so, lets do this quick so no one will ever know.
mc nice got more ice than a fkin 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 hardc*re hard.
I weigh a buck fiddy, stand 5.5,
and when I muf* dive, you see the fkin 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