Baddd Spellah vs. MC Chris Ten Year Old (ADHD Remix) Lyrics

What's my name?
MC
And what do I do?
Rap.
M.D's screaming need 50 cc's of mc stat.
E.R. staff be freakin' like Mariah on the rag.
MC Chris squeezin' contents
Out of tiny plastic bags.
It's like hypnotizin' eyes
And gettin' digits on the pad.
Legs separate
Like hyphens
Because MC's still the Mack.
Identify the items by the bar code on the tag.
Identify the rapper
Cuz he's knee deep in the vag.
I got my glocks c___ed,
I got my nine's primed,
I got my crosshairs locked Kelly lebrock's behind,
I got my lungs locked on chemotherapy kind,
I got more rhyme
Than silverstein and Shakespeare combined.

Chorus - I sound like a ten year old or so I've been told,
But you don't need a voice
That's low to make the microphone gold.
Other's claim that they be Midas but they got
Laryngitis,
So whyn'cha kick it with the mc with the voice that's the highest. So come on.

What's my name?
Mc.
And what do I do? Rock.
I'm intimidating jocks and inseminating socks,
I'm infiltrating flocks of fembots,
High off that hemlock,
Mud wrestling bittie b___ocks
Like ox.
Let's knock chucks cuz we can't afford boots.
Let's get high aka pull tubes.
Don't ask why,
Just let it all loose,
Watch this mike get abused,
Watch me change your attitude.
Call me Gavin,
I'm the captain of this carnival cruise
Kathie lee
Lets me rub my d___ on her b___s.
Seems tweens in cleavage jeans is many a man's muse
All mc needs
Is just a bucket of booze.
Watch me
Blow a load on your b___ tattoo
Watch me
Come back for seconds
Like it's Chinese food.
No one can hear you scream,
Cuz it's a sound proof room.
I'm done, get the f___ out, send in number two!

Repeat chorus

What's my name? MC. and what do I do?
Roll.
I'm all up in that s___
Like it's f___ing camel toe
Olsen twins on my d___ like it's a stripper pole
If you're hooked on the s___,
My middle name is methadone.
So, let's do this quick so no one will ever know.
Mc nice got more ice than a f___ing Eskimo.
He's not whack nickleback singing songs for Michelob.
Jigga man, why you treat me like animal?
At the mall, at the park, roller rink, backyard,
Soft hearted bard who makes the hardcore hard.
I weigh a buck fiddy, stand 5on5, and when
I m___ dive, you see the f___in fur fly.
Don't own a celly,
My sneakers is my ride,
Been disgraced, demoted,
I been denied.
All my fan mail says someday that I'll get signed.
MC Chris, lower case, no dots, rewind.