OMC

[HOOK] "Oh, mc, won't you rhyme for me one time..." To the chicks and the bros, to the pimps and the hoes Cheap seats to the front row! "Oh, mc, won't you rhyme for me one time..." To the kids in the Polo, to the nasty-ass hobos; Welcome to the mc chris show! [VERSE 1] Okay, you want a rhyme, how would you like it cooked? I only serve it well, you can check the record books You can check my record sales, not bad for an Indie Want square beef, then go eat at Wendy's Now nerds are trendy, they call it Geek Chic Nerds never noticed, they were on their PCs Never mind a chill pill, you ill will get deep freezed Now hold up for a second - mc can't breathe! HUUUHHH! Okay, I'm back, I shouldn't have left you I'm Max on the tracks, I might need some Headroom Allergic to my deaf tunes like they were legumes; In the distance, you'll be limbless sayin', "Just a flesh wound!" Sometimes I rhyme fast, sometimes I drink quick If this was gym class, I'd be the last picked But it's a rap record, a brand new jam fix Wait 'til the fans get their hands on this shit [HOOK] [VERSE 2] Are you lost and alone like a lonely little goldfish? We fit together like soap in a soap dish I know you think that it's hopeless Well, let me fill you up with a cup of hot dopeness Kids, they quote Chris. Think I don't know this? Check the flow, bitch, you need to get to know kitsch If the niche fits, kids foamin' with canip' spit Better stick cause a nine to five's for dipshits Ends with interest sweeter than a Chipwich Stick to ya ribs like barbecue beef brisket Visit for a minute, get baked like I'm Bisquick Leave the ladies horny, give the dogs little lipsticks It's the hip shit Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic Every song's on your wishlist. Every day's mcchristmas Now can I get a witness? [HOOK] [GUITAR SOLO]