A short sized, high pitched
'Cause my skin's about as white
But with no lives to save
Said, I don't go to clubs
And I don't go to parades
You might call it a hooch parlor
If you don't know the password
It's where all the ladies
But I tell them to be gone
Mahler use to write symphonies
Name is MC and I claim to be
Star material like astrology
Watch me blend it up like a daquiri
It's why all the honey's be mackin' me
Waitin' in the alley, sneak attackin' me
Tearin off my clothes, ass smackin' me
Back when we didn't have a record deal
Still managed to make the ladies squeal
Name is MC, shout it back to me
Drivin' 'round in my Civic
I see ya girls walkin' by, lookin' fly
Soft to the touch like a porcupin
Taste real good like a pumpkin pie
When there's skunk inside
Her fingers slippin' down my Levi jeans
I be so happy now, without a doubt
Like I just smoked an ounce
What the fuck you be talkin' 'bout
MC backwards be cotton mouth
I'm kickin' your ass at balderash
Name is MC, shout it back to me
With a little Bo Peep eatin' edamame
Drunk off that citron lemonade
And a little bit of tanqueray
Stir fried, like Vietnamese
With nothing but a bucket
Ask Mr. T and the fuckin' A-Team
With a mouth full of toothpaste
Library book paste the due date