Dq Blizzard Songtext
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[mc chris: singing through an electronic voice box]
Your rapper.. he's whack dude.. and does he even try?
Can he do.. what mine do? .. Think you should say goodbye
[mc chris]
Get up on the mic like a 5 on a 50
Quickly avoid the hickies 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
Your rapper.. he's whack dude.. and does he even try?
Can he do.. what mine do? .. Think you should say goodbye
[mc chris]
Get up on the mic like a 5 on a 50
Quickly avoid the hickies 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, redbone in RoboCop
I get up on the mic and you know I won't fuckin stop
It's like the props of Carrottop, or yellow stains in my socks
You actin like you hip? You all hepped up on hops
And yo let's do the body rock, cause the beat just be so bumpin
Let's get our groove on 'fore our carriage is a pumpkin
Before they outlaw fuckin, not bad for a drunken munchkin
My name is mc chris and welcome to my lyric luncheon
Word up, ah word up, ah word up, ah word up
And you knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.. oh-whoa-owww-owww
[Chorus: MC singing]
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, the girlies wanna fliz-zirt
But I tell 'em chill like a DQ Blizzard
Help me - like a DQ Blizzard (D! D! Q Blizzard)
Help me - like a DQ Blizzard
(D! D! Q Blizzard)
[mc chris]
Like corned beef and cabbage, had Fred Savage
The better than average rapper with the "have to have it" habit
Heir apparent on my carrot like they was Jessica Rabbit
Like fake wood paneling on the side of stationwagons
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 bitch, with a gut and some tits
Or a roamin casanova with my dick in the {*car horn*}
I'll be back in a bit, I gotta floss my Johnson
Make that cream for the state Wisconsin
You say all of my shit, is complete nonsense
Fuck my CD and the shitty-ass contents
Bullshit!!! My shit's the bomb
Siamese twins want ménage à trois
Robot bitches want their backs massaged
They may not be real but their tits is large (damn!)
Word up, ah word up, ah word up, ah word up
And you knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.. oh-whoa-owww-owww
[Chorus]
[mc chris x2: singing through an electronic voice box]
Your rapper.. he's whack dude.. and does he even try?
Can he do.. what mine do? .. Think you should say goodbye
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, redbone in RoboCop
I get up on the mic and you know I won't fuckin stop
It's like the props of Carrottop, or yellow stains in my socks
You actin like you hip? You all hepped up on hops
And yo let's do the body rock, cause the beat just be so bumpin
Let's get our groove on 'fore our carriage is a pumpkin
Before they outlaw fuckin, not bad for a drunken munchkin
My name is mc chris and welcome to my lyric luncheon
Word up, ah word up, ah word up, ah word up
And you knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.. oh-whoa-owww-owww
[Chorus: MC singing]
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, the girlies wanna fliz-zirt
But I tell 'em chill like a DQ Blizzard
Help me - like a DQ Blizzard (D! D! Q Blizzard)
Help me - like a DQ Blizzard
(D! D! Q Blizzard)
[mc chris]
Like corned beef and cabbage, had Fred Savage
The better than average rapper with the "have to have it" habit
Heir apparent on my carrot like they was Jessica Rabbit
Like fake wood paneling on the side of stationwagons
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 bitch, with a gut and some tits
Or a roamin casanova with my dick in the {*car horn*}
I'll be back in a bit, I gotta floss my Johnson
Make that cream for the state Wisconsin
You say all of my shit, is complete nonsense
Fuck my CD and the shitty-ass contents
Bullshit!!! My shit's the bomb
Siamese twins want ménage à trois
Robot bitches want their backs massaged
They may not be real but their tits is large (damn!)
Word up, ah word up, ah word up, ah word up
And you knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.. oh-whoa-owww-owww
[Chorus]
[mc chris x2: singing through an electronic voice box]
Your rapper.. he's whack dude.. and does he even try?
Can he do.. what mine do? .. Think you should say goodbye
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