whatâs my name? mc. and what do I do? rap. mdâs screaming need 50 ccâs of mc stat.
er staff be freakinâ like mariah on the rag. mc chris squeezinâ contents out of tiny
plastic bags. itâs like hypnotizinâ eyes and gettinâ digits on the pad. legs seperate
like hyphens because mcâs still the mack. identify the items by the bar code on the
tag. identify the rapper cuz heâs knee deep in the vag. I got my glocks cocked, I got
my nineâs primed, I got my crosshairs locked on kelly lebrockâs behind, I got my lungs
locked on chemotherapy kind, I got more rhyme than shel silverstein and shakespeare
combined.
chorus â I sound like a ten year old or so Iâve been told, but you donât need a voice
thatâs low to make the microphone gold. otherâs claim that they be midas but they got
laryngitis, so whynâcha kick it with the mc with the voice thatâs the highest. so come on.
whatâs my name? mc. and what do I do? rock. Iâm intimidating jocks and inseminating socks,
Iâm infiltrating flocks of fembots, high off that hemlock, mud wrestling bittie buttocks
like ox. letâs knock chucks cuz we canât afford boots. letâs get high aka pull tubes.
donât ask why, just let it all loose, watch this mike get abused, watch me change your
attitude. call me gavin, Iâm the captain of this carnival cruise. kathie lee lets me rub
my dick on her boobs. seems tweens in cleavage jeans is many a manâs muse, all mc needs
is just a bucket of booze. watch me, blow a load on your butt tattoo, watch me, come back
for seconds like itâs chinese food. no one can hear you scream, cuz itâs a soundproof
room. Iâm done, get the fuck out, send in number two!
repeat chorus
whatâs my name? mc. and what do I do? roll. Iâm all up in that shit like itâs fuckin camel
toe. olsen twins on my dick like itâs a stripper pole. if youâre hooked on the shit, my
middle name is methadone. so, letâs do this quick so no one will ever know. mc nice got
more ice than a fuckinâ eskimo. heâs 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 hardcore hard. I weigh a buck fiddy, stand 5.5, and when
I muff dive, you see the fuckin fur fly. donât own a celly, my sneakers is my ride, been
disgraced, demoted, I been denied. all my fan mail says someday that Iâll get signed.
mc chris, lower case, no dots, rewind.
repeat chorus