Variety Lyrics - 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 ain't 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 

I'm like your bittie won't go down on me in the back of your Benz 

Snap off her bra while she kicks off her Keds 

And put her butt on the bazooka tube and suck on her neck 

And when I'm done yo your momma is next 

Stackin' ho's like government checks 

You gotta go like you Sever and Ecks 

So whack mc's like Butterfly Effect 

Yo they came and they went 

All they money be spent like the rent 

All me money's in the pockets of kids 

That's why I rockin' this shit Lickety-split 

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I read Variety 

You're box office receipts 

Are motherfuckin' weak 

Ya got nothing to say 

You shouldn't fuckin' speak 

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I got my mind on my money and the rest in escrow 

Missles on my wrist like my name was Destro 

I'm whiter than your ipod head phones 

Name is mc chris so let's go (let's go!) 

I got more rhymes than than old dirty got cradles 

And I got more bitches than Madonnas got dreidels 

When it comes to kickin' ass on cable I am more than able 

But I kick it up a notch on karaoke turntables 

Never mind the lyrics know that you can hear it 

Got the Mononoke spirit when you quote it back so fearless 

Fuckin' shit won't 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 cause I can flow 

I got beats galore got rhymes for days 

I got nothin' but a hundred hurricanes in my way 

AKA people saying quiet down and behave 

Fuckin' lame like the mother fucking trucker hat craze 

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I read Variety 

You're box office receipts 

Are mother fucking weak 

You got nothing to say 

You shouldn't fuckin' speak 

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