Текст песни My Name Is (remix) - MC Chris

MC Chris: Hey John.
John Fewell: Yeah?
MC Chris: turn me up in my headphones.
John Fewell: Ok.
MC Chris: Uh John, John it's too loud.
John Fewell: Ok wait.
MC Chris: John?
John Fewell: Wait a second.
MC Chris: John turn it down.
John Fewell: Wait a second.
MC Chris: John are you there?

Well 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 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 on is my dollar
Mahler use to write symphonies
Name is MC and I claim to be
Star material like astrology
Punk rock, hip hop, and R&B
Watch me blend it up like a daiquiri
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 no 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 at the count of three
One two three (mc!)
Say my name is mc shout it back to me at the count of three
One two three (mc!)
Say my name is mc shout it back to me at the count of three
One two three (mc!)
Say my name is mc shout it back to me at the count of three
One two three (mc!)

Name is mc drivin' round in my C-I-V-I-C
I see ya girls walkin' by, lookin' fly
Soft to the touch like a porcupine, blow my mind
Name's mc, me multiplied
Don't call home cause I'm out tonight
I taste real good like a pumpkin pie
I only smoke pipe when there's skunk inside
Can it be her fingers slippin' down my L-e-v-i 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 backward cotton mouth
Not on the mic I'm kickin' your ass at balderash
Ya can't stop me now, Ya can't stop me

Name is mc shout it back to me at the count of three
One two three (mc!)
Say my name is mc shout it back to me at the count of three
One two three (mc!)
Say my name is mc shout it back to me at the count of three
One two three (mc!)
Say my name is mc shout it back to me at the count of three
One two three (mc!)

Well my name is mc I come from a place
Called L-I-B-E-R-T-Y-V-I-double-L-E
In the place to be with a little Bo Peep
Eatin' edamame I'm eatin' Chick-fil-A
And 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

MC Chris: Yo, What's Up!? It's mc, uh, I'm chillin' at the tracks, tryin' to make some money. Call me back 201-386-4640. Ya wanna get the hit? Gimme a hit. Peace out!

*Phone beep*