MC Chris - Variety lyrics

rate me

Well my name is mc and I'm here to say

I rock the mic with asbestos all up in yer 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 yer friends

I'm like black thought cuz I got your twenties and tens

like your bittie won't go down on me in the back of yer 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 yer 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

I read variety

Your box office receipts

Are motherfuckin' weak

Ya got nothing to say

You shouldn't fuckin' speak

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 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 maddonas 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 yer hard of hearing

Wanna be in the know gotta crack the code

Ghetto blasted by bad kids across the globe cuz 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

Fucking lame like the mother fucking trucker hat craze

I read variety

Your box office receipts

Are mother fucking weak

You got nothing to say

You shouldn't fuckin' speak

I read variety

Your box office receipts

Are mother fucking weak

You got nothing to say

You shouldn't fuckin' speak