Is that an MC or a BLT
I swear down I can't tell these days I can't tell these days
Cause I've been spitting fridge fresh with the full fat bars
Ever since I could spell my name my name
Is that an MC or a filet mignon
I swear down I can't tell these days I can't tell man
Sipping bark to my CP keeping it gutter
And the man them that felt my pain my pain my pain
Yeah yeah my pain migraines are more
The sweat in that steg on the dry days of yore
The flypapers full of the lies pave the floor
And the fast King's kitchen why waste the score
I'm in one of them moves fresh new tremors
In a torch lit lab full of test tube cherubs
Is that a plump duck or an egg stew fella says Who
She did it just to get you jealous yeah Yeah
Yeah yeah they say I'm not relevant
Is that a bag of gas or a tray of hot venison
Scrape that skeleton swing it from the rafters
Gargling spittle as I'm picking at the carcass
Hard barbers smothered in the mince
Waking everyday spitting blood up in my sink
Still struggling to blink with my puke glazed eyes
So is that an MC or a huge steak pie say why
Is that an MC or a BLT
I swear down I can't tell these days I can't tell these days
Cause I've been spitting fridge fresh with the full fat bars
Ever since I could spell my name my name
Is that an MC or a filet mignon
I swear down I can't tell these days I can't tell man
Sipping bark to my CP keeping it gutter
And the man them that felt my pain my pain my pain
Is that an MC or a ham and egg quiche on a platter
Scraped fresh from a bag of sex cheese
Cause I can't seem to tell what these rapper heads mean
When they're screaming in panic like they're having wet dreams
So what happened to the scene is it happening to me
I feel like a tea bag flapping in the breeze
Should I kneel down or lean back
Or smack you in the teeth
Nah before it comes to that I think I'll pack it in and leave
Cause I've had enough of beasts when its phantom are salmon legs
Big man smashing up their pram and they act depressed
Is that a talent or a faggot in a massive dress
Nah that's a rapper slash scag head with a jagged edge
So is that an MC or a fetus with claws
Or a penis that talks that people ignore
When you speak and we yawn cause we seem to be bored
When you wet lettuce MCs are deep in your thoughts Fuck off
Is that an MC or a BLT
I swear down I can't tell these days I can't tell these days
Cause I've been spitting fridge fresh with the full fat bars
Ever since I could spell my name my name
Is that an MC or a filet mignon
I swear down I can't tell these days I can't tell man
Sipping bark to my CP keeping it gutter
And the man them that felt my pain my pain my pain