Mic Check, One, Two

[Intro]

Let's just go, man, is it recording?

Yeah, let's just rhyme out our ass

Bout to kick a rhyme right outta my head

Huh (Oh yeah)

Mic check, one, two

Mic check, one, two

Mic check, one, two

Mic check, one, two

Mic check, one, two

Mic check, one, two

[Verse 1: M&M]

Here I go in the place to be, rhyming like this on the M-I-C

Here's the way that I rhyme so naturally, and actually

When I grab the mic, all the people say

"M&M, you're one of the funkiest MC's out today"

And I say "I agree", because I am a funky dope slammin' MC

I slam a mack daddy

Every time I grab the mic and say I wanna rap, daddy

But you can't, because I take it

Grab the mic and if I'm done, I break it

When I'm done, I just slam the

Microphone and cram it right in your asshole

Because "asshole" and "cram the" didn't rhyme

But that's alright 'cause I'm jammin'

On the microphone 'cause I'm slammin'

Busting out lyrics and you like to examine

My style that I'm doin', but if you step to me pursuing, I'll ruin

All your hopes and dreams, 'cause I work with my man

He's on my team

My man Manix is on my side every time the crowd panics they say

"Damn, how'd you make a beat like that ma'am?"

And I say "I'm not a ma'am, I'm a sir"

And if you step to me your eyes'll be blurred

[Chorus: Maximum]

Mic check, one, two

Mic check, one, two

Mic check, one, two

Alright, check it out

[Verse 2: Maximum]

I'm like [?], like [?]

I got somethin' else I been holdin'

Goin' to the mic and I'm checkin' out myself

I'm ready to do, I wanna go, alright? Shit

Alright, Manix, let's hear the rythm

'Cause I could give it to 'em when I kick it

But they know they wanna diss

Some sayin' the smack, the flack [?] the nigga that was back

I come with something that's funky [?]

[?] like [?]

I say "What's up? Cause ya [?], man

'Cause I'm dead in your face like the nigga [?] Batman

I'm not really a crystal, but how could It be like this?

Because a nigga's like [?]

I don't understand the things you do, I'm just dodge it

Actin' like  [?]

But they could keep up with somethin' funky

I in yo ass like brass monkey

But I'm not the Beastie Boys, the noise, the [?], the [?]

So just bring the noise, hey

So [?], say "What's up?" to those that [?]

Who's the pro [?] who can flow?

So, M&M, won't you grab the mic and take it? Here you go, sike

I give it back to myself incase you were [?]

Say "What's up?" to those with the big butts

And if we do [?] a rhyme [?] doodie, I gotta use 'em like Judy and Boodie

[Chorus: Eminem]

One, two

One, two, mic check, a one, two

One, two, one, two

Mic check, a check, one, two

Mic check, a one, two, one two

Mic check, three, four, six, seven, eight

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Mic check, one, two

Do unto others as you would have them do to you

No, that's not the way I work because when I rhyme I'm a jerk

I grab the mic and start dissing

All these MC's and try to put them into submission

Take them out for the count because the amount I throw is so deaf

Word! Deaf didn't rhyme but I

On your windshield just like a turd

Every time that I rhyme you know that I'm

Going to climb to the tip-tip-top and I'm

Not going to stop 'cause I grab the mic and dop-da dop dop

I fucked up, but that's alright because my luck's up

No it's not, 'cause here I am, I got a lot to give

And I don't live positive, now I'm not saying I'm negative

But if I grab the mic I do mega kits

Every time that I grab the mic you know that M&M is gonna be rolling his tongue just like this

And then I go do a funky rhyme and if any MC steps up he gets fucking dissed

Bad, don't call me dad

Vanilla Ice said that, that made me mad

So when I step to the mic

Know that I gotta clear my throat and excite

I'm trying to get the mic cord away from the stereo so I can bust some material

I take it around my leg, and then all the MC's wanna beg

And say "Yo, please give me a turn!"

I say "No" because it's my turn to burn

And I bust a rhyme like this and you can't step to a rhyme that I do 'cause you're dissed!

You're dissed so bad every time

Sure, he don't get a turn, and he's starting to get mad but I'm

Just going to take the mic

I'm not gonna give it to him because I am

So damn hyped in the place to be

Rhyming like this 'cause I'm an MC

Rhyming so deaf to the happy ass beat

It's kinda gay like Liberace but hey

Listen to the words that I display every time I kick a rhyme this way

You know that the star is worthwhile, every time I grab the mic I'm longer than a mile

[Spoken: Maximum]

Alright, y'all, I'm in a house

Everybody, I'm in a house

I'm 'bout to kick, without a doubt

Uh, shit, alright

[Verse 3: Maximum]

Here's a rhyme for the pussies

I'm 'bout to get fruitier than [?]

So, understand when you die

Gotta have to play you like french and watch you fry

But I'm a hamburger, so what's up with that nigga?

You down with a suicide or murder?

Step into an unholy sucker

I'm talkin' about the devilish motherfucker

So when you say they talkin' about and thinkin' about all that shit they just thinkin' about

Some niggas tell you "How's [Wayne?]"

Just straight up and down, I'm not even playin'

You act rowdy, I like to say it's cloudy

And if you don't understand, I'm sayin' outy

But honestly it sucks just like a soda

I'm layin' on the sofa and I [?] a seizure

[?] said it was a [?] but with a [?] from the reverb

[?] when I clean dirt off my sofa and [?] over the head with a soda

[Spoken: Maximum]

Ah, man

Ah, man

Damn, alright

[Verse 4: M&M]

I waste no time, when I can't flip I caper

And cut your butt up like G toilet paper

When I bust a rhyme I'm a stud

That's what I like to say, jump on my pud

Girly, girly, would you like to fuck me, fuck me in my house early?

Or late, I don't care, let's make a date 'cause I don't pump weights to get dates

Just because I'm huge, I bust a lyric

But I get greedy like a scrooge

When I grab the mic it's kinda stingy

I kick rhymes that ain't dingy

When I bust I'm like porcelain

You try to grab the mic and force it against

But you can't 'cause you are speechless

And I get sandy like beaches

I get sandy, I grab the mic, hand me it so I can get dandy

When I bust the shit I get like a noogie

Then I boogie, boogie on down because

Every time that I kick a rhyme I just dud

I meant to say "Do", but I got an addiction to friction every time I kick non-fiction

Non-fiction science, every time I grab the mic I got the alliance

Right behind me stepping into the 90's, you know you'll try me and you'll die, G

So don't even try it, I don't buy it, so you'd better keep quiet

With the rhyme, let's get into it, ain't nothing but to do it

[Bridge: Maximum]

Say hip, hop, a hippy to the hip, to the hip, hop

To the hippy, hippy hop, ayy

If you're ugly, I dare you to say "Ah!"

Ah!

[Verse 4: Maximum]

Now let's talk about everybody wanna know

Who's the nigga that was [?] who the [?]

I'm not down with the hungry [?]

But some niggas actin' like they from a long island

I say "What's my nigga [?]"

I say "What's up?", but you wanna hear the bass go

I sing a jig that'll make you go and make you yo

You don't understand when I let the money go

But they don't understand mechanics

[?] think his name was Manix [?]

And yo, Manix, let the beat drop right here

So they understand they made the fear, yes

I'm talkin' about the style I do

Hey, you don't understand what I'm into

I got a style [?] microphone, I sound like a [?]

[?]

But they don't understand the style I do

Back to the preview of the [?]

[?]

Born like this but you know you can't hit this

[Sideburn?] when you [?] my turn

You need to learn [?] how you don't know

That you never knew who was the best

In the oogie-woogie-noogie-boogie, represent the best

And I'm outy, and yo, tell'em 'bout me

Ayo, Butterfingers, lay a scratch

Chika-chika, um-um-um

[Verse 5: M&M]

You'd better catch up 'cause you're trailing

You'd better put springs in your ass and jump like Van Halen

Every time I bust a rhyme I get like a panther if you're lying that slander

'Cause you're lying like Berry Saunders, every time I grab the mic I get married and I

Like to kick a rhyme that I pick

Every time I pick the mic up I stick

A dick right up your ass like a faggot

You're gonna die, be crawling with maggots

Every time I dread you like hair, I said you'd better get (?) on your underwear

You'd better run, 'cause if you don't

Afraid you'll be seeing a ghost like a wraith

You ain't an eighth of me, every time I grab the mic girls try to act so faithfully

But I say "No, don't be a fan. Just try to step to my dick and act like a man"

No, that don't make no sense but every time I cut class like a pair of scissors I get so damn hyped

On the mic, 'cause every time I step to the forefront I like

To wonder on to something that I'm drawn to

Every time I grab the mic and pass it to Shaun he

Gets so deaf but I'm not gonna pass it yet

'Cause I burn like acid vet, word!

I'm a stick like a trident 'cause you need guidance

I'm not [?], give me Dorito, I feel like a Frito

But, yo, I'm like [?]

A torpedo, attack her like a missile

You want some of this but I'm fightin' that [?]

Onto the [bone?], 'cause you know you got holes in your panties

I want to say fuck Annie, like tomorrow, I feel no sorrow

[?] I'm gonna cut you like Zorro

Just say [?] god, girl

[?] but you're saying [?] the world

I don't understand how many women get with me

But I don't care because [?] hit the [?]

I'm like a GMC truck, because I don't [?] run down in [?]

Yo [?], you gonna [?] say ah! (Ah)

[?]

I'd like to say [?], but you don't like the [?] when I [?] I'm making them go

Some people are [?] like [?]

But some [?]

But, yo [Manix?]

And [?] some shit down to make them fall off the [?]

Cause [?]

I really wanna take the mic and show 'em it's time [?] what I gotta do

I said what's up with that nigga [?] black and blue

I take ya [ideals?] and do 'em like this

Suck my dick, you know you wanna bite this

You don't understand, cause you know you wanna write this

So I get [?]

You can wrap your lips around a real black cock

Somebody said that already, It don't matter cause I'm [?] like Freddy

So I'm outta here, remember this

Forehead, more dead, and [?]

Tune into our next preview, with the Bassmint tapes on the cellar

And where I'll [?]

Uh, bring the beat back in, and just let rock the mic my friend

Because I am so deaf and I am so fre-