I spell word with a three
Name's MC
Other rappers flow weak
Like window unit AC's
Latins on my p****
Japanese on they knees
I love all the ladies
As long as they eighteen
I got bling up the ying
A plethora of Porsches
I'll say anything
'Cause my mouth is remorseless
Even the source says
My hip hop's a vortex
Leave horseheads on doorsteps
My mic checks cost Corvettes
The strobe light explodes white
As I step on the floor
The barkeep knows the code
So he throws me a Stroh's
Weak MC's decompose
'Cause they know I can flow
Like wessel comma zam
Through corruscant corridors
Humidors filled with stoges
Filled with dro
Like Nine-Oh-Two-One-Oh
Is filled with the word bro
f*** the lexicon of octagons
I'm all about go
These amateurs got catheders
I'm all about pro's
I'm lit like a branch davidian
Or what's left of the lithium
In Cobain's cranium
I fill Wimbly Stadium
Once bitten, twice shy
Call it pyromania
When I roll up in Kashyyk
I roll three Jedi's
The fleet of peeps that I creep
All got vest's underneath
There's no need to believe
In the heat that I keep
Or the swears that I *bleep*
Of the heiresses I freak
It's embarrising to me
I'm like kerosene it seems
Or D-R-E-W B with incendiary schemes
Blowin' up, makin' cream
I am just like Howard Dean
When I scream
I get red
I get mean
Can't believe you be buying
What I be shucking and jiving
f*** it if I am the next big thing
With promotional tie-ins
I am just cartoon making rapper
You think I'm lying
Everybody bust a move
Like it is that rave in Zion
Name's MC
Other rappers flow weak
Like window unit AC's
Latins on my p****
Japanese on they knees
I love all the ladies
As long as they eighteen
I got bling up the ying
A plethora of Porsches
I'll say anything
'Cause my mouth is remorseless
Even the source says
My hip hop's a vortex
Leave horseheads on doorsteps
My mic checks cost Corvettes
The strobe light explodes white
As I step on the floor
The barkeep knows the code
So he throws me a Stroh's
Weak MC's decompose
'Cause they know I can flow
Like wessel comma zam
Through corruscant corridors
Humidors filled with stoges
Filled with dro
Like Nine-Oh-Two-One-Oh
Is filled with the word bro
f*** the lexicon of octagons
I'm all about go
These amateurs got catheders
I'm all about pro's
I'm lit like a branch davidian
Or what's left of the lithium
In Cobain's cranium
I fill Wimbly Stadium
Once bitten, twice shy
Call it pyromania
When I roll up in Kashyyk
I roll three Jedi's
The fleet of peeps that I creep
All got vest's underneath
There's no need to believe
In the heat that I keep
Or the swears that I *bleep*
Of the heiresses I freak
It's embarrising to me
I'm like kerosene it seems
Or D-R-E-W B with incendiary schemes
Blowin' up, makin' cream
I am just like Howard Dean
When I scream
I get red
I get mean
Can't believe you be buying
What I be shucking and jiving
f*** it if I am the next big thing
With promotional tie-ins
I am just cartoon making rapper
You think I'm lying
Everybody bust a move
Like it is that rave in Zion