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dq blizzard - mc chris & the lee majors lyrics

[intro]
your rapper – he’s whack dude, does he even try?
can he do what mine do? think you should say buh-bye

[verse 1]
get up on the mic like a five on a fifty
quickly avoid the hickeys of the bucktoothed bitties
fake timberlake just to be by britney
smoke that pipe with whitney, shoot that blow with iggy
l.i.b, n.y.c and all places in between
you could call me a mint cause i make the green
i make the scene, i make believe that you all was naked
so i wouldn’t have to fake it. just copy and paste it
like adobe photoshop, red foreman in robocop
i get up on the mic and you know i won’t f-cking stop
it’s like the props of carrot top, or yellow stains in my socks
you acting like you hip? you’re all hepped up on hops
so, just do the body rock, cause the beat just be so b-mpin’
let’s get our groove on before our carriage is a pumpkin
before they outlaw f-ckin’, not bad for a drunken munchkin
my name is mc chris welcome to my lyric luncheon

a word up [x4]
and you know, woah woah woah

[hook]
name’s mc, my band’s the lee majors
put us on the bill, and, boy, you hit paydirt
when i’m on the mic, girlies wanna flizzirt
but i tell’ em chill like a dq blizzard
help me like a dq blizzard, d-dq blizzard [x2]

[verse 2]
half corn beef and cabbage, half fred savage
the better than average rapper with the, “have to have it,” habit
heir apparents on my carrot like they was jessica rabbit
like fake wood paneling on the side of station wagons
fraggle rock on the box, fruit loops on my chin
wonderin’ if i’m ever really gonna fit in
or be a son of a b-tch with a gut and some t-ts
or a roman casanova with my d-ck in a cl-t
i’ll be back in a bit, i gotta floss my johnson
make that cream for the state wisconsin
you say all of my sh-t is complete nonsense
f-ck my cd and the sh-tty -ss contents
bullsh-t, my sh-t’s the bomb
siamese twins want ménage à trois
robot b-tches want their backs m-ssaged
they may not be real but them t-ts is large

a word up [x4]
and you know, woah woah woah

[hook]

[outro]
your rapper – he’s whack dude, does he even try?
can he do what mine do? think you should say buh-bye [x2]

- mc chris the lee majors lyrics

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