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lirik lagu mc chris - qt

[hook]
qt motherf-cker
late fees motherf-cker
i’m dropping n bombs like “what motherf-cker?”
transform motherf-cker
you’ve been warned motherf-cker
b-tch slap from a kangol capped motherf-cker

[verse 1 : mc chris]
’63 tennessee,
though the marriage was through
little dude called q
born to connie mchugh
little mick
little wop
and a little cherokee
and a little african-american apparently
brother got soul
and mother gotta bounce
sunny cal for the gal and the boy with the brow
daddy two was a dude wasn’t quite what we liked
i was glued to the tube cuz real life wasn’t right
so we moved
nomadic in a panic
i was bruised
hyperactive and erratic
hated school
a dirt bag with nerd facts
dropped out
ripped tickets at a jerk shack
i escaped
manhattan beach where they rent tapes
pontificate new wave and it’s french babes
extrapolate all day cause i got raves
talk shop non-stop while i got paid
wrote a script bout mallory and mickey
story’s kinda gory some said sorta sickening
wrote a rom-com about a elvis quoting creature
fall in love
at a sonny chiba triple feature
stole a hooker from a pimp
stole c0ke from the sopranos
then he sold it to joel silver before everything goes blammo
one script in the stack in which i wanted to act
f-ck rejections by readers in one year they’ll wanna retract

[hook]
qt motherf-cker
late fees motherf-cker
i’m dropping n bombs like what motherf-cker
transform motherf-cker
you’ve been warned motherf-cker
b-tch slap from a kangol capped motherf-cker

[verse 2 : mc chris]
liked to act honed my craft on the side when i could
saved my pennies started dreamin’, started schemin’ hollywood
got excited bout my writing in two years i wrote three scripts
no one bought them it was rotten and i almost lost my sh-t
can’t deny it i decided time to get off the pot
i could shoot it myself and give it all that i got
i could direct star and edit and fetch a bag off stops
don’t need a corporate clown hold me down in a headlock
so i went to a party wearing my finest tiger print
ready to schmooze and get v-g-n- on my d-ck
then i met my defender by the name of lawrence bender
he said “you got some moxy, you obnoxious pretender.”
read my script and loved it said it needs a budget
he dropped it and shopped it to courtly curmudgeons
a briefcase of cash that glowed was bestowed
some say that it’s gold but i know it’s a soul

[hook]
qt motherf-cker
late fees motherf-cker
i’m dropping n bombs like “what motherf-cker?’
transform motherf-cker
you’ve been warned motherf-cker
b-tch slap from a kangol capped motherf-cker

eddie was a betty like to talk like a b-tch
mr. white was the type who’s too nice for his niche
mr. pink was a hater who wouldn’t tip waiters
mr. brown was gunned down but he savored the flavor
mr. blue was a con so his humor was minimal
mr. orange was the sort who never consorted with criminals
mr. blonde was a vega so his brother was vince
everyone head to the rendezvous daddy’s gonna be p-ssed

- lirik lagu mc chris

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