Mudhouse / Gypsy MC

[Hook]

Say we have got no dope

All I got is my 40

I have got nobody

That I can call my Shorty

[Verse 1]

I'd like to give a shout out to all the g-y-p’s and

Individualize because I am an MC. I can because I care

Because my family's there because I, because I

Because I appreciate the mentality of music

Saving all my sentences unless of course I'm smoothly spoken

Quiet type the kind to watch out for

No man of the clan perpetrating the scam

Sure I'm the boy with the Fallopian voice

Straight from the sleeve of any wizard of choice

I got the reason to be roaming out the coverage area

Send me the bill if all my loving is scaring you

Dare you to dream the way that I believe

Got the skill to go commando in any fatigues

I got the best damn band in the music scene

Oh I can even flow solo or just let it be

Because of the love

Oh the self-realization is the if, and, or buts

Because you got to know your name before you play-a the game

Keep a level-headed check on your health and stay sane

Address the tack on the track put the needle on the record and

Prepare for playback

Sajak, could I buy another vowel?

I need another clue and I could also use a towel

And how goes the medium tempo

Slaying all the teachers like the class of '84

And down low you know that my fidelities low

And I would never hurt a fly with my flip-flops on

Got control

Even keep a clean toilet bowl

2000 flushes blue and it's still going strong

Do I do what I do for the sake of the song?

Coming through on the radio it's for you

This is proof my own story's a spoof

I'll always be a gypsy or forever be aloof

And if you never get to liking me it's okay too

Well you've made it this far so pay a toll at the booth

Yes, you've made it this far so pay a toll at the gate

Yes, you've made it this far so pay attention to that

Yes, you've made it this far so sing along with the guy in the hat

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

True or false? I can be a sensitive man

With sensible plans for the everyday woman

And I can keep you eating out the palm of my hand

Because the dope that we smoked was grown on my land

The words I burn they don't come from a can

The movie in my mind will be the winner at Cannes

So take your chance a plot of full or part-time romance

Clever as a bell don’t measure up to whatever

Because it don't matter how tall, how fat, or how small

The equal opportunity is open to all

The casting call the line forms down the hall

All you need is ID that shows that you're legal

But people with egos, a freak show, a syndrome, you best not go

Because you know I don't need those

And if there is a problem that I really ought to read

Post it on the web care of R-K-O-P

It's easy like me but a bit less the sleazy

Go heavy on the melody and add a little cheese

And if you can't stand the kitchen, get the hell out the heat

To meet with the geek all you need is a heartbeat

And to meet with the geek on the street

All you got to do is know how to repeat, repeat

So come on and sing this chorus with me

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Well, I'm type A positive and just the way I like it

Right away I'm satisfied with my food before I try it

Can't deny it to save my life, I'm never lying

To brave this mic without the same thing twice

Is actually an act to staying up all night

With the mood just right

And the purchase of a flight from the west coast

To the northern lights

It's aurora borealis' company that I'm tight with

Despite all the things that you've heard

I'll admit that most is true and I'll be keeping my word

By doing double-duty on a search for new verbs

I'll report to work early to deliver the worm

With a back well covered by the buddies of ease

And no way in hell that I could ever catch a disease

And breaking all the codes on the latest machines

Well I'll even let you download me for free

[Hook]