Mc Chris - Omc

"Oh, mc, won't you rhyme for me one time..."
To the chicks and the bros, to the pimps and the hoes,
cheap seats to the front row!
"Oh, mc, won't you rhyme for me one time..."
To the kids in the Polo, to the nasty-ass hobos;
welcome to the mc chris show!

Okay, you want a rhyme, how would you like it cooked?

I only serve it well, you can check the record books.
You can check my record sales, not bad for an Indie.
Want square beef, then go eat at Wendy's.
Now nerds are trendy, they call it Geek Chic.
Nerds never noticed, they were on their PCs.
Never mind a chill pill, you ill will get deep freezed,
now hold up for a second - mc can't breathe!
HUUUHHH! Okay, I'm back, I shouldn't have left you.
I'm Max on the tracks, I might need some Headroom.
Allergic to my deaf tunes like they were legumes;