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Im the flyest MC the finest MC the nicest MC oh thats boring see
Theres another MPC so why you think most hip-hop sounds the same except for me?
Cryptic kick shit from the crypt sadistic lick hits with wit Im quick
Rip crickets in a wicket Im plain wicked thick in the rig wearing kid lipstick
I wreck shit on the next shit spit it in ya ear bit like a Qtip
Big silly bitch wickedy witch lickety split in a sitch no dick but talk big carry a big stick
So Im a girl, yeah Im white and I write all night with a bare swingin light
On the computer alright a producer alright
I produced this song- so you know who you are you know you were wrong
No I was not in that porn On Golden Blonde got it goin on more James Bond than Sean John
Conned James Cahn for a ticket to Cannes and I Love Ferris Bueller like tchhickachickkaa
Please dont ask me who writes my lyrics
Ill spit up in your face much faster than you could hear it
Dont ask me who writes my lyrics
Damn ya youre enamored Im a slam ya hotter than your can down in Alabama
Wheres my camera I need a Kodak moment of the moment I made you feel like Hammer
Son of Sam? Im the daughter of Sam, slaughter a man on the microphone
Pardon me maam was that part of a man or your son I just whipped on the mic and sent home
Big quick shit New York- Stockholm
Kike and a Wop Wipin a cock walkin the block drop ya jaw to jock to your sock
I get that a lot yeah stop take stock shhh let me show you what I got
Made up my mind- like made it up I imagined it-I dont got a mind I abandoned it in a cabinet
So I could be a candidate for writin a few hits walkin a few pits and cashin in on that shit
I put out my first tape in 94 if you got one, Ill buy it
I dont got one no more it was called Mitch Better get my Bunny
That shit was shitty but funny I admit it was dumb but I did it with no money
In 9-5 my first CD called Strictly Platinum but it didnt go Platinum it went back to them
And instead of waitin for someone to put me on
I started a label ran it til the money was gone, then came along, then was gone,
Money money money, dont try to make it with your songs
But like Salt n Pepa in El Segundo we push it a long (Push it!)
And then Fat Beats wouldnt take my last LP
So I got egg beaters threw em back at the backpacks on 6th Ave. passin me
At the Bagel Buffet planted a bomb next to Grays
And when the records rained I sold em back for double to Fat Beats in LA
Its all OK cuz when Fat Beats still wouldnt distribute my record
I renamed it-Pharoah Monch featuring Chubby Checker
Ha ha mic wrecker dont sleep, Princess Superstar – The shit is deep
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