Lyrics

[Intro] You wack M.C.'s! This a dedication to you wack M.C.'s This is a dedication to you wack M.C.'s And you're history...huh... You wack M.C.'s! This a dedication to you wack M.C.'s This is a dedication to you wack M.C.'s And you're history [Verse 1] What a jerk! You need to find rhymes that'll work You need to desert the rhymin' field You're a nerd, your rhymin' yields and stops My rhymin' shield deflects your puny rhymes They're 'spect so do decline any challenge Forfeit because your shit's unbearable, terrible Sounds like you're sharing flows with Treach Let's come to grips you's a drip Arrogant son of a bitch, none of us is rich This is my stitch in time, enrichin' minds And twistin' backs witcha simplistic raps I let a little bit of my lyrics leak and lather At my mouth like a mad dog And seek and gather your neck and bite I just dissect the mic And correct the tykes so don't be sassy You won't be lasting, chastising that's why things Swing in my favor, watch your behavior! [Hook] I cannot stand a wack M.C So step back if you please And don't test me, you're history I cannot stand a wack M.C So step back if you please And don't test me, you're history "Wack emcees: your time is up! How many punks must I kill (kill)" "Wack emcees: your time is up! How many punks must I kill (kill)" "Wack emcees: your time is up! How many punks must I kill (kill)" "Wack emcees: your time is up! How many punks must I kill (kill)" [Verse 2] I cannot stand a wack M.C So step back if you please And don't test me, you're history I cannot stand a wack M.C So step back if you please And don't test me, you're history You're jealous, overzealous, Del is spectacular In fact, you are wack and far beyond dope, be gone, NOPE! You gets no respect, I pose a threat 'Cause you're wack and weak, in fact you tried to freak "Groove Me", it was used before You need to choose a more appealing sample I seal and stamp fools like mail, you're quite stale You might fail and I know you're paranoid Beware, avoid Funky Homosapien Monkeys I will make of men Take 'em into custody your style is rusty! Plus we, hate R&B, 'cause that shit is sorry That shit's for saps, just admit your raps Don't cut the mustard, don't get flustered 'Cause ya, skill is null and void And your skull is void, empty Senseless, defenseless, I rinse this Plague away with typhoons and you die soon Why swoon when you hear a ballad, is what I tell a broad 'Cause L a fraud, he ain't hella hard I used to look up, now I wanna cook up Your brain like bass and maintain ya space 'Cause I don't care! [Hook] I cannot stand a wack M.C So step back if you please And don't test me, you're history I cannot stand a wack M.C So step back if you please And don't test me, you're history "Wack emcees: your time is up! How many punks must I kill (kill)" "Wack emcees: your time is up! How many punks must I kill (kill)" "Wack emcees: your time is up! How many punks must I kill (kill)" "Wack emcees: your time is up! How many punks must I kill (kill)" [Outro] "Wack emcees: your time is up!" "Tell MCs to get lost, when I get pissed off" "Wack emcees: your time is up!" "Tell MCs to get lost, when I get pissed off" "Wack emcees: your time is up!" "Tell MCs to get lost, when I get pissed off" "Wack emcees: your time is up! How many punks must I kill (kill)" "Wack emcees: your time is up! How many punks must I kill (kill)" "Wack emcees: your time is up! How many punks must I kill (kill)"