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[mc chris] 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 aint 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 kids Put her butt on the bazooka tubes, and suck on her neck And when I'm done yo your momma is next Stackin ho's 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 [Chorus: x2] I read variety Your box office receipts Are motherfuckin' weak Ya got nothing to say You shouldn't fuckin' speak Letras de canciones[mc chris] I got my mind on my money and the rest in escro Missles on my wrist like my name was Destro I'm whiter than your ipod head phones Name is mcchris so let's go let's go I got more rhymes than than old dirty got cradles And I got more bitches than Madonna's got dreidles When it comes to kickin ass on cable I am more than able But I kick it up a notch on kareoke 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 [Chorus] From Letras Mania