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von mc chris
Lowercase Songtext
Name is mc I′m a number one rapper
I still buy toys and read comics on the crapper
Go against the grain like the seeds that you gather
More metaphors than news cast with Dan Rather
I'm on the spit zip your lip like a gimp
Like a redwood tree more rings than a pimp
Name is mc chris dismissed as the wimp
I insist I′m the shit with a sith triple flip
Got cream in the whip, got ho's on my dick
got a glock automatic in case some badass wants to trip
I titty rip chicks while you go get a grip
I glow on a bitch while your bro takes a fist
My flow makes me rich well rich to me
IRS takes half math makes me weak
But I do it for the fans and the crazy creeps
Now please wave your hands like they baby feet
what do I got that nobody gots
Who is the one everybody wants
Real rappers get kept fake rappers get lost
mc chris lowercase no dots
x2
I slam my fist down chris is pissed now
Umbrella up Rihanna took a crowbar to chris brown
Some bitch gonna whistle mc chris'll miss this town
I′m known as a sort to make the Voldemort hiss sound
But yo I′m just here to have some fun
If you don't know better ask someone
I went ill on a hill with a gatling gun
My pitch′ll choke a bitch Marlee Matlin's stunned
Cause I′m a dog once I wiggle with my finger on the trigger
Ho's who I′m havin cause I'm sold seven figures
And my rolls gettin bigger I got money disease
And I heard the vaccine is smokin mad trees
Back off these nuts and let a man breathe
Give me some room and watch me proceed
Rep on the mic'll rhyme guaranteed
Now please wave your hands like they baby feet
what do I got that nobody gots
Who is the one everybody wants
Real rappers get kept fake rappers get lost
mc chris lowercase no dots
x2
Highways on hot days got wavy heat
Now please wave your hands like they baby feet
Botox ballerinas got lazy leaks
Now please wave your hands like they baby feet
I forward all my mail to Gravy Street
Now please wave your hands like they baby feet
I like hotdogs cause it′s maybe meat
Now please wave your hands like it′s baby meat
Hahaha I said baby meat (I know) hahahaha
I still buy toys and read comics on the crapper
Go against the grain like the seeds that you gather
More metaphors than news cast with Dan Rather
I'm on the spit zip your lip like a gimp
Like a redwood tree more rings than a pimp
Name is mc chris dismissed as the wimp
I insist I′m the shit with a sith triple flip
Got cream in the whip, got ho's on my dick
got a glock automatic in case some badass wants to trip
I titty rip chicks while you go get a grip
I glow on a bitch while your bro takes a fist
My flow makes me rich well rich to me
IRS takes half math makes me weak
But I do it for the fans and the crazy creeps
Now please wave your hands like they baby feet
what do I got that nobody gots
Who is the one everybody wants
Real rappers get kept fake rappers get lost
mc chris lowercase no dots
x2
I slam my fist down chris is pissed now
Umbrella up Rihanna took a crowbar to chris brown
Some bitch gonna whistle mc chris'll miss this town
I′m known as a sort to make the Voldemort hiss sound
But yo I′m just here to have some fun
If you don't know better ask someone
I went ill on a hill with a gatling gun
My pitch′ll choke a bitch Marlee Matlin's stunned
Cause I′m a dog once I wiggle with my finger on the trigger
Ho's who I′m havin cause I'm sold seven figures
And my rolls gettin bigger I got money disease
And I heard the vaccine is smokin mad trees
Back off these nuts and let a man breathe
Give me some room and watch me proceed
Rep on the mic'll rhyme guaranteed
Now please wave your hands like they baby feet
what do I got that nobody gots
Who is the one everybody wants
Real rappers get kept fake rappers get lost
mc chris lowercase no dots
x2
Highways on hot days got wavy heat
Now please wave your hands like they baby feet
Botox ballerinas got lazy leaks
Now please wave your hands like they baby feet
I forward all my mail to Gravy Street
Now please wave your hands like they baby feet
I like hotdogs cause it′s maybe meat
Now please wave your hands like it′s baby meat
Hahaha I said baby meat (I know) hahahaha
Writer(s): Christopher Ward, Andrew Futral Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com