MC Chris - DQ Blizzard (intro) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Your rapper, he's wack dude, but does he even try?
Can he do what mine do? think you should say buh-bye

Get up on the mic like a five on a fifty
Quickly avoid the hickeys from 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 cuz 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 fuckin stop
It's like the props of Carrot Top, or yellow stains in my socks
You acting like you hip? You all hepped up on hops!
Yo let's do the body rock, cuz the beat just be so bumpin
Let's get our groove on before our carriage is a pumpkin
Before they outlaw fuckin, not bad for a drunken munchkin
My name is MC Chris welcome to my lyric luncheon
Word up, word up, word up, word up and you know, oo-ow-oo-ow-oo-owowowow

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Name's MC, my band's the Lee Majors
Put us on the bill, and boy ya hit paydirt
When I'm on the mic, the girlies wanna flizzirt
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

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 bitch with a gut and some tits
Or a roaming casanova with my dick in a (censored)
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 manage a trois
Robot bitches want their backs massaged
They may not be real but them tits is large

(damn) word up, word up, word up, word up and you know

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