Here is my version of the song. I believe it be about 99% accurate:
[Intro]
And the best thing about what you see here, is that everything works with everything else. In other words, it's a system. With a system it's no big deal to use. Look, with any computer you have to learn a few new things. See, it's testing itself.. testing itself...
[Chorus]
mc chris ownz
I wanna go to an mc chris show
but he doesn't tour, so in the meantime
I'm gonna memorize all of his ryhmes... his ryhmes... his ryhmes...
[Verse 1]
I spell word with the three names MC
Other rappers flow weak like window unit A/C's
Latinas on my penis, Japanese on they knees
I love all the ladies as long as they 18
I got bling up the ying
A plethora of Porsches
I'll say anything cause my mouth is remorseless
Even the Source says my hip hop's a vortex,
Leave horse heads on door steps, my mic checks cost Corvettes
The strobe light explodes white
As I step on the floor
The bar-keep knows the code so he throws me a Stroh's
Weak MCs decompose, cause they know I can flow
Like Wessel comma Zam
Through Corruscant corridors
Humidor filled with Stoges, filled with 'dro
Like 90210 is filled with the word "bro"
Fuck the lexicon of octagons, I'm all about go
These amateurs got catheters I'm all about prose by pros
[Chorus]
mc chris ownz
I wanna go to an mc chris show
but he doesn't tour so in the meantime
I'm gonna memorize all of his ryhmes... his ryhmes... his ryhmes...
[Verse 2]
I'm lit like a Branch Davidian
I'm what's left of the lithium in Kobain's cranium
I fill Whimbley Stadium
I'm once-bitten, twice-shy, call it pyromania
When I roll up in Kashykkk, I roll three Jedi's deep
The fleet of peeps that I creep all got vests underneath
There's no need to believe, in the heat that I keep
the swears that I bleep, or the heiresses I freak
It's embarrasing to me, I'm like kerosene it seems
D-R-E-W-B with incendiary schemes, blowin up makin' creme
I am just like Howard Dean; when I scream I get red - I get mean
Can't believe you be buyin' what I be shuckin' and jivin'
Fuck it if I am the next big thing with promotional tie-ins
I am just a cartoon makin' rapper, you think that I'm lying?
Everybody bust a move like it is that rave in Zion
My self-aggrandizing, and deprecation keeps 'em guessing
Call me venus fly trap 'cause my DJ's Howard Hefner
Word 'em up yo, word 'em up yo
I just let the rap game out of a choke hold
[Chorus]
mc chris ownz
I wanna go to an mc chris show
but he doesn't tour so in the meantime
I'm gonna memorize all of his ryhmes... his ryhmes... his ryhmes...
Here is my version of the song. I believe it be about 99% accurate:
[Intro]
And the best thing about what you see here, is that everything works with everything else. In other words, it's a system. With a system it's no big deal to use. Look, with any computer you have to learn a few new things. See, it's testing itself.. testing itself...
[Chorus]
mc chris ownz I wanna go to an mc chris show but he doesn't tour, so in the meantime I'm gonna memorize all of his ryhmes... his ryhmes... his ryhmes...
[Verse 1]
I spell word with the three names MC Other rappers flow weak like window unit A/C's Latinas on my penis, Japanese on they knees I love all the ladies as long as they 18 I got bling up the ying A plethora of Porsches I'll say anything cause my mouth is remorseless Even the Source says my hip hop's a vortex, Leave horse heads on door steps, my mic checks cost Corvettes The strobe light explodes white As I step on the floor The bar-keep knows the code so he throws me a Stroh's Weak MCs decompose, cause they know I can flow Like Wessel comma Zam Through Corruscant corridors Humidor filled with Stoges, filled with 'dro Like 90210 is filled with the word "bro" Fuck the lexicon of octagons, I'm all about go These amateurs got catheters I'm all about prose by pros
[Chorus]
mc chris ownz I wanna go to an mc chris show but he doesn't tour so in the meantime I'm gonna memorize all of his ryhmes... his ryhmes... his ryhmes...
[Verse 2]
I'm lit like a Branch Davidian I'm what's left of the lithium in Kobain's cranium I fill Whimbley Stadium I'm once-bitten, twice-shy, call it pyromania When I roll up in Kashykkk, I roll three Jedi's deep The fleet of peeps that I creep all got vests underneath There's no need to believe, in the heat that I keep the swears that I bleep, or the heiresses I freak It's embarrasing to me, I'm like kerosene it seems D-R-E-W-B with incendiary schemes, blowin up makin' creme I am just like Howard Dean; when I scream I get red - I get mean Can't believe you be buyin' what I be shuckin' and jivin' Fuck it if I am the next big thing with promotional tie-ins I am just a cartoon makin' rapper, you think that I'm lying? Everybody bust a move like it is that rave in Zion My self-aggrandizing, and deprecation keeps 'em guessing Call me venus fly trap 'cause my DJ's Howard Hefner Word 'em up yo, word 'em up yo I just let the rap game out of a choke hold
[Chorus]
mc chris ownz I wanna go to an mc chris show but he doesn't tour so in the meantime I'm gonna memorize all of his ryhmes... his ryhmes... his ryhmes...