MC Chris - OMC lyrics
[MC Chris - OMC lyrics]
"Oh, mc, won't you rhyme for me one time"
To the chicks and the bros
To the pimps and the hoes
Cheap seats to the front row!
"Oh, mc, won't you rhyme for me one time"
To the kids in the Polo
To the nasty-ass hobos
Welcome to the mc chris show!
Okay, you want a rhyme
How would you like it cooked?
I only serve it well
You can check the record books
You can check my record sales
Not bad for an Indie
Want square beef, then go eat at Wendy's
Now nerds are trendy, they call it Geek Chic
Nerds never noticed, they were on their PCs
Never mind a chill pill
You ill will get deep freezed
Now hold up for a second - mc can't breathe!
HUUUHHH! Okay, I'm back
I shouldn't have left you
I'm Max on the tracks
I might need some Headroom
Allergic to my deaf tunes
Like they were legumes
In the distance, you'll be limbless sayin'
"Just a flesh wound!"
Sometimes I rhyme fast
Sometimes I drink quick
If this was gym class, I'd be the last picked
But it's a rap record, a brand new jam fix
Wait 'til the fans get their
Hands on this shit
Are you lost and alone like
A lonely little goldfish?
We fit together like soap in a soap dish
I know you think that it's hopeless
Well, let me fill you up with
A cup of hot dopeness
Kids, they quote Chris think
I don't know this? Check the flow, bitch
You need to get to know kit'sch
If the niche fit's
Kids foamin' with canip' spit
Better stick cause a nine
To five's for dipshit's
Ends with interest sweeter than a Chipwich
Stick to ya ribs like barbecue beef brisket
Visit for a minute
Get baked like I'm Bisquick
Leave the ladies horny
Give the dogs little lipsticks
It's the hip shit
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
Every song's on your wishlist
Every day's mcchristmas
Now can I get a witness?
To the chicks and the bros
To the pimps and the hoes
Cheap seats to the front row!
"Oh, mc, won't you rhyme for me one time"
To the kids in the Polo
To the nasty-ass hobos
Welcome to the mc chris show!
Okay, you want a rhyme
How would you like it cooked?
I only serve it well
You can check the record books
You can check my record sales
Not bad for an Indie
Want square beef, then go eat at Wendy's
Now nerds are trendy, they call it Geek Chic
Nerds never noticed, they were on their PCs
Never mind a chill pill
You ill will get deep freezed
Now hold up for a second - mc can't breathe!
HUUUHHH! Okay, I'm back
I shouldn't have left you
I'm Max on the tracks
I might need some Headroom
Allergic to my deaf tunes
Like they were legumes
In the distance, you'll be limbless sayin'
"Just a flesh wound!"
Sometimes I rhyme fast
Sometimes I drink quick
If this was gym class, I'd be the last picked
But it's a rap record, a brand new jam fix
Wait 'til the fans get their
Hands on this shit
Are you lost and alone like
A lonely little goldfish?
We fit together like soap in a soap dish
I know you think that it's hopeless
Well, let me fill you up with
A cup of hot dopeness
Kids, they quote Chris think
I don't know this? Check the flow, bitch
You need to get to know kit'sch
If the niche fit's
Kids foamin' with canip' spit
Better stick cause a nine
To five's for dipshit's
Ends with interest sweeter than a Chipwich
Stick to ya ribs like barbecue beef brisket
Visit for a minute
Get baked like I'm Bisquick
Leave the ladies horny
Give the dogs little lipsticks
It's the hip shit
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
Every song's on your wishlist
Every day's mcchristmas
Now can I get a witness?