[Intro] Platinum plaques strapped on my back Yeah, if you a fly girl come by the crib Ill sign you, I dont even got a record label Yeah, Yeah, Yeah this is Majik Most Yeah This ones going platinum, i can feel it Roll out the red carpet Get a reporter with a fake tupe Im answering questions right after this, right after this [Verse one] Youre a fake Majik Most with a goatee Tryin be me, Im ever MCs envy Youre just a mockery fly your head in mach 3 No one can stop me in my monopoly Monotony is just not for me I need a girl with a fat ass on top of me One who likes to give sloppy head constantly It gets real ugly... I got a porno fetish So Ill have your girl wrestling in coleslaw lettuce Forget hiphop you dont got what it takes Ill skip your demo tape like a rock across the lake Wake up record dope tracks take my vitamins And smack your mom on the ass While shes cooking me breakfast Im blessing you with this Dope ass beats and the skills that you miss Add me to your favourite MC list! [Chorus] Bitch you know its Majik Most And all his rhymes are dope And you motherfuckers know That hes got a lot of hoes [Verse Two] Ladies! Spread your cheeks Cause everybody loves a freak I hit the streets rolling deep in my hooptie with four groupies And I make sure that theyre all cuties Rocking a fur coat and black derby hat Pimping this track pointing out what you lack I brainstorm while you write rain checks It seems you got a supermarket complex Your styles butter milk making cheese and bread But youre not fresh, so all that shit is dead My blade to your throat as Im holding your dreads Decapitate you, make you quit while youre ahead Ill fedex a snapshot of me about to drop And when you sign for the envelope I jump down a chop your throat You can quote me on any fact that wits out your back shake you up Pull your cap off like artifacts [Chorus] Bitch you know its Majik Most And all his rhymes are dope And you motherfuckers know That hes got a lot of hoes [Verse Three] Smoothest kid you ever met in your life Thats why Im at your crib, chilling with your wife Im nice like that some say Im conceded But its not like that, youre just mad cause youre wack Matteroffact two seconds of air between two of my tracks Is fatter than your whole fucking album black So how you like that? Im off the foot rack, half step and catch a kick back It doesnt matter where you at on the map My crew will run through you Come to your city and pull all your fly girls too Give the credit where credit is due Im too dope you show me no love Then secretly start a Majik Most fan club Man, Tampas in the house automatic respect Come down south well fry your chicken neck yeah Majik Most, your little sister bought my single [Chorus] Bitch you know its Majik Most And all his rhymes are dope And you motherfuckers know That hes got a lot of hoes Yeah Im with your mom right now
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