My Name Is (DC Flag Remix)

[Intro]

Hey John (yeah)

John, turn me up in my headphones (okay)

Uhh John, John it's too loud

(Oh okay wait) John (wait a second)

John turn it down (wait a second)

J-John, John are you there? (Yes!)

[mc chris]

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, 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 a hooch parlour

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 'ant is my dollar

Mahler, uses 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 daquiri

It's why all the honies be mackin me

Ah-waitin in the alley, sneak attackin me

Tearin off my clothes, ass smackin me

Back when we, didn't have no record deal

Still managed to make the ladies squeal

Word up... and you knowwwwwwwwwwwwwww

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Name is mc, shout it back to me

At the count of three, 1-2-3 (mc!)

Say my name is mc, shout it back to me

At the count of three, 1-2-3 (mc!)

[mc chris]

Name is mc, drivin 'round in my C-I-V-I-C

I see you 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 pumpkin pie

I only smoke the 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 backwards cotton mouth

Not on the mic, I'm kickin yo' ass at Balderdash

Yout can't stop me now, you can't stop me!

[Chorus]

[mc chris]

Ah-well my name is mc, I come from a place

Called L-I-B-E-R-T-Y

V-I-L-L-E... in the place to be

With a Lil' Bo Peep eatin edamame I'm eatin Chick Filet

Get up on the mic and stay for days

Drunk off that Citron lemonade

And a little bit of Tanqueray {*slurring*} but I'm okay

Eyes wide, stir fried like Vietnamese

Adam and Eve, aho 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 hoes I get the group rate

You're too late!

[Chorus] - minus shoutbacks