MICnards

Soul brothers, from other mothers, stutter off each other like butter

But her butts like no other though!

Any who - (sorry) “LEM you hungry?” “Naw that’s plenty Betty Sue!”

Mumbling on the MIC after me, lay off the henny dude

Bring plenty pennies to us, plus twenties too

Do it how we do till 22 and after

After your shows there’s laughter, after my flows it’s rapture

Consult Usain Bolt, he couldn’t lap my mind

Try to find a cat signed that’s messing with my grind

The black pastor, I preach hymns ain’t seen grams dance faster

Young padawans peep the head masters

Ear buds in, sucka I’m your head’s master

Hats off to the cat’s that snapped on

Been slept on, stepped on, rapped and leapt on

Plus a day keeps the doctor away

Bringing in the batter - no matter what he say

Mayday, mayday, get out the booth

Swing a punch line thatta knock out a tooth or two

The super two, Shags and Scooby-Doo

Clueless dubey dudes stunned from the funky dung he spew

Get out ya monkey suits