MC Chris Variety Lyrics
            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 b___ 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 b___erfly 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 s___
            Lickety split
        
            I read variety
            You're box office receipts
            Are m_________in' weak
            Ya got nothing to say
            You shouldn't f___in' speak
        
            I read variety
            You're box office receipts
            Are m_________in' weak
            Ya got nothing to say
            You shouldn't f___in' 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 b____es than maddonas got dreidles
            When it comes to kickin a__ on cable I am more than able
            But I kick it up a notch on kareoke turntables
        
            Got the mononoke spirit when you quote it back so fearless
            f___in s___ 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
            f___ing lame like the mother f___ing trucker hat craze
        
            I read variety
            You're box office receipts
            Are mother f___ing weak
            You got nothing to say
            You shouldn't f___in' speak
        
            I read variety
            You're box office receipts
            Are mother f___ing weak
            You got nothing to say
            You shouldn't f___in' speak
        
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