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[mc chris] Call it a rebound of a hip-hop devout Got my heat out, feel alright like it is Friday night and pops says, "Yo, let's eat it out" That's what I be 'bout On the mic is where I be now, indeed now Good for you and easy to chew, like a big bowl of puppy chow See how, I get up on the mic and I can excite You may call it tripe, that's just spite I know my shit's tight. psych, it's like when I was just just a tyke on my trike And all the big kids would flip lids on their BMX bikes Go take a hike, and don't forget the trail mix bitch Beats I know come from a Casio, so call me Chris As in MC, envy, I be on the top of the list You try to diss I won't resist You'll feel the kiss of my fist, I never miss You're gonna need a first aid kit Remove your whack ass rhymes like it be a cancerous cyst You can't deny your tight ass behind be so movin' to this mc chris hold down his shit like he was holding bong hits [Chorus: mc chris] Like Mahatma Gandhi followed by a horde of hotties or the feds on the trail of a Mr. John Gotti I'm a sound wave tsunami, vocal origami Letras de cancionesHijack the mic and it's not like anyone can stop me [mc chris] It's like arithymatic, the way I make it stick Some say it's gibberish, some say it's silly shit But some people pay a cover charge to listen to it Some people take the path train to Jersey for it Ladies! In the corner with your hand on your hip Make you jump so high that the record will skip Make you feel so good that the room starts to spin My favorite kinda nut is a macadamian Come on all you honies, I am beggin to begin I say I gotta get the get the grand, gotta get within Gotta get more cream than Wisconsin Honeyroom suite at the Sheraton Bathtub full of expensive gin, lots of candles and violins Bikinis made of diamond Honies beggin me to break their hymens [Chorus] From Letras Mania