Mc Chris My Name Is Lyrics

My Name Is Lyrics

My name is MC

I'm like no other

A short sized, high pitched

White skinned brother



And when I say white

Yo, I don't mean pink

'Cause my skin's about as white

As white out ink



When I step into the sun

I burst into flames

Like the Human Torch

But with no lives to save



Said, I don't go to clubs

And I don't go to raves

And I don't go to pubs

And I don't go to parades



So, where do I go

You might call it a hooch parlor

If you don't know the password

Don't bother



It's where all the ladies

Leave their lipstick

On my collar



But I tell them to be gone

'Cause all they want

Is my dollar

Mahler use to write symphonies



Name is MC and I claim to be

Star material like astrology

Punk rock, hip, and R&B

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 don't)

Still managed to make the ladies squeal

Word up, and you know



Name is MC, shout it back to me

On the count of three

One, two, three, MC



Name is MC

Drivin' 'round in my Civic

I see ya girls walkin' by, lookin' fly

Soft to the touch like a porcupin

Blow my mind



Name's MC, me multiplied

Don't call home

'Cause I'm out tonight

Taste real good like a pumpkin pie



I only smoke pipe

When there's skunk inside

Can it be

Her fingers slippin' down my Levi jeans



I be so happy now, without a doubt

Like I just smoked an ounce

Fucked and bounced

What the fuck you be talkin' 'bout



MC backwards be cotton mouth

Not on the mic

I'm kickin' your ass at balderash

Ya can't stop me



Name is MC, shout it back to me

On the count of three

One, two, three, MC



Name is MC

Come from a place

Called Libertyville

In the place to be



With a little Bo Peep eatin' edamame

I'm eatin' Chick Filet

Get up on the mic

And stay for days



Drunk off that citron lemonade

And a little bit of tanqueray

But I'm okay, eyes wide

Stir fried, like Vietnamese



Adam and Eve

Do as we please

With nothing but a bucket

Of ice up my sleeve



Ask Mr. T and the fuckin' A-Team

A beam in your face

MC Chris in the place

With a mouth full of toothpaste



Library book paste the due date

So many ho's

I get the group rate

You're too late