MC Chris - Variety lyrics
[MC Chris - Variety lyrics]
Well my name is mc and I'm here to say
I rock the mic with asbestos
All up in your face
Old school like the one used by Ichabod Crane
Watch me think up a phrase then
Put my spit on display
I ain't even begun to begin
I get up on the microphone and
Make fun of your friends
I'm like black thought cause I
Got your twenties and tens
Like your bittie won't go down on me
In the back of your benz
Snap off her bra while she kicks off her Keds
Put her butt on the bazooka tubes
And suck on her neck
And when I'm done yo your momma is next
Stackin hoes like government checks
Gotta go like I'm Sever and Ecks
Whack mc's like butterfly effect
Yo they came and they went all they
Money is spent like the rent
All my money's in the pockets of kids
That's why I rockin this shit lickety split
I read Variety your box office receipts
Are motherfuckin' weak ya got nothing to say
You shouldn't fuckin' speak
I got my mind on my money
And the rest in escrow
Missiles on my wrist like my name was Destro
I'm whiter than your ipod head phones
Name is MC Chris so let's go let's go
I got more rhymes than than
Ol' Dirty got cradles and I got more bitches
Than Madonna's got dreidles
When it comes to kickin' ass
I'm Cain more than Abel but I kick it up a
Notch on karaoke turntables
Never mind the lyrics I know
That you can hear it
Got the mononoke spirit when you
Quote it back so fearless
Fuckin shit will come near it: an mc
Fan endearment save it like it's ferris
In a trademark disappearance
You can't beat it like coat hangers
Once used by mommy dearest
But you run home and you blast it
Till you know your hard of hearing
Wanna be in the know gotta crack the code
Ghetto blasted by bad kids across the
Globe cause I can flow
I got beats galore got rhymes for days
Got nothin but a hundred hurricanes in my way
AKA people saying quiet down and behave
Fuckin lame like the motherfuckin
Trucker hat craze
I rock the mic with asbestos
All up in your face
Old school like the one used by Ichabod Crane
Watch me think up a phrase then
Put my spit on display
I ain't even begun to begin
I get up on the microphone and
Make fun of your friends
I'm like black thought cause I
Got your twenties and tens
Like your bittie won't go down on me
In the back of your benz
Snap off her bra while she kicks off her Keds
Put her butt on the bazooka tubes
And suck on her neck
And when I'm done yo your momma is next
Stackin hoes like government checks
Gotta go like I'm Sever and Ecks
Whack mc's like butterfly effect
Yo they came and they went all they
Money is spent like the rent
All my money's in the pockets of kids
That's why I rockin this shit lickety split
I read Variety your box office receipts
Are motherfuckin' weak ya got nothing to say
You shouldn't fuckin' speak
I got my mind on my money
And the rest in escrow
Missiles on my wrist like my name was Destro
I'm whiter than your ipod head phones
Name is MC Chris so let's go let's go
I got more rhymes than than
Ol' Dirty got cradles and I got more bitches
Than Madonna's got dreidles
When it comes to kickin' ass
I'm Cain more than Abel but I kick it up a
Notch on karaoke turntables
Never mind the lyrics I know
That you can hear it
Got the mononoke spirit when you
Quote it back so fearless
Fuckin shit will come near it: an mc
Fan endearment save it like it's ferris
In a trademark disappearance
You can't beat it like coat hangers
Once used by mommy dearest
But you run home and you blast it
Till you know your hard of hearing
Wanna be in the know gotta crack the code
Ghetto blasted by bad kids across the
Globe cause I can flow
I got beats galore got rhymes for days
Got nothin but a hundred hurricanes in my way
AKA people saying quiet down and behave
Fuckin lame like the motherfuckin
Trucker hat craze