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[mc chris: singing through an electronic voice box] Your rapper.. he's whack dude.. and does he even try? Can he do.. what mine do? .. Think you should say goodbye [mc chris] Get up on the mic like a 5 on a 50 Quickly avoid the hickies of the bucktoothed bitties Fake Timberlake just to be by Britney Smoke that pipe with Whitney, shoot that blow with Iggy L.I.B., N.Y.C. and all places in between You could call me a mint cause I make the green I make the scene I make believe, that you all was naked So I wouldn't have to fake it, just copy and paste it Like Adobe Photoshop, redbone in RoboCop I get up on the mic and you know I won't fuckin stop It's like the props of Carrottop, or yellow stains in my socks You actin like you hip? You all hepped up on hops And yo let's do the body rock, cause the beat just be so bumpin Let's get our groove on 'fore our carriage is a pumpkin Before they outlaw fuckin, not bad for a drunken munchkin My name is mc chris and welcome to my lyric luncheon Word up, ah word up, ah word up, ah word up And you knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.. oh-whoa-owww-owww [Chorus: MC singing] Name's MC, my band's The Lee Majors Letras de cancionesPut us on the bill, and boy you hit paydirt When I'm on the mic, the girlies wanna fliz-zirt But I tell 'em chill like a DQ Blizzard Help me - like a DQ Blizzard (D! D! Q Blizzard) Help me - like a DQ Blizzard (D! D! Q Blizzard) [mc chris] Like corned beef and cabbage, had Fred Savage The better than average rapper with the "have to have it" habit Heir apparent on my carrot like they was Jessica Rabbit Like fake wood paneling on the side of stationwagons Fraggle Rock on the box, Fruit Loops on my chin Wonderin, if I'm ever really gonna fit in Or be a son of a bitch, with a gut and some tits Or a roamin casanova with my dick in the {*car horn*} I'll be back in a bit, I gotta floss my Johnson Make that cream for the state Wisconsin You say all of my shit, is complete nonsense Fuck my CD and the shitty-ass contents Bullshit!!! My shit's the bomb Siamese twins want ménage à trois Robot bitches want their backs massaged They may not be real but their tits is large (damn!) Word up, ah word up, ah word up, ah word up And you knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.. oh-whoa-owww-owww [Chorus] [mc chris x2: singing through an electronic voice box] Your rapper.. he's whack dude.. and does he even try? Can he do.. what mine do? .. Think you should say goodbye From Letras Mania