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[Intro] Hey John (yeah) John, turn me up in my headphones (okay) Uhh John, John it's too loud (Oh okay wait) John (wait a second) John turn it down (wait a second) J-John, John are you there? (Yes!) [mc chris] Well my name is mc, I'm like no other A short-sized, high-pitched, white-skinned brother And when I say white yo I don't mean pink Cause my skin's about as white as White Out ink When I step into the sun, burst into flames like the Human Torch, no lives to save Said I, don't go to clubs, and I, don't go to raves And I, don't go to pubs, and I don't go to parades So where do I go, you might call a hooch parlour If you don't know the password don't bother It's where all the ladies leave their lipstick on my collar But I tell them to be gone cause all they 'ant is my dollar Mahler, uses to write symphonies Name is mc and I claim to be Star material like astrology Punk rock, hip-hop, and R&B Watch me blend it up like a daquiri Letras de cancionesIt's why all the honies be mackin me Ah-waitin in the alley, sneak attackin me Tearin off my clothes, ass smackin me Back when we, didn't have no record deal Still managed to make the ladies squeal Word up... and you knowwwwwwwwwwwwwww [Chorus x2] Name is mc, shout it back to me At the count of three, 1-2-3 (mc!) Say my name is mc, shout it back to me At the count of three, 1-2-3 (mc!) [mc chris] Name is mc, drivin 'round in my C-I-V-I-C I see you girls walkin by, lookin fly Soft to the touch like a porcupine, blow my mind Name's mc, me multiplied Don't call home cause I'm out tonight I taste real good like pumpkin pie I only smoke the pipe when there's skunk inside Can it be? Her fingers slippin down My L-E-V-I jeans I be so happy now, without a doubt Like I just smoked an ounce, fucked and bounced What the fuck you be talkin 'bout mc backwards cotton mouth Not on the mic, I'm kickin yo' ass at Balderdash Yout can't stop me now, you can't stop me! [Chorus] [mc chris] Ah-well my name is mc, I come from a place Called L-I-B-E-R-T-Y V-I-L-L-E... in the place to be With a Lil' Bo Peep eatin edamame I'm eatin Chick Filet Get up on the mic and stay for days Drunk off that Citron lemonade And a little bit of Tanqueray {*slurring*} but I'm okay Eyes wide, stir fried like Vietnamese Adam and Eve, aho as we please With nothing but a bucket of ice up my sleeve Ask Mr. T and the fuckin A-Team A beam in your face, mc chris in the place With a mouth full of toothpaste Library book paste the due date So many hoes I get the group rate You're too late! [Chorus: minus shoutbacks] From Letras Mania