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Sucka M.C.

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Suck A M C

Written by: Mario Vitale

Suck a M.C. in the place to be mixing dope rhymes living out my fantasy. Going down breaking you need someone to take your hand Snake pit lions den you need someone to be your friend, Rolling down the street in my Benz Flirt with the honey's looking like Playboy bunnies, See you on the flip side I got nothing to hide You hitch hike now cause you don't have a ride. So you dance with the devil with your three piece suit, What's good my friend no need to pretend, I'm your biggest fan... Shout out to the ladies nothing shady Inside we hide behind walls of steel Isn't no big deal you third wheel Many today have tombstones in there head There the walking dead face full of lead Going to the dance hall freaks in all So you threw up inside your mouth Use some scope now and get a towel While your at it I need my fix eating a big fish Twist the bottle cap off of my forty smoking blunts One Hell of a runt you smell like a skunk A big mac attack you tend to over react I'm still in a fix make me another wish Coaster for egg shells running inside my mind Once I could see but today I'm blind Suck a M.C. come to me breaking it down making history You formed a lined hidden in the sand Hoping someday all will understand Break it down one last time feelings of the blues put on a new pair of shoes Watching old videos of Huey Lewis & The News These streets are tight that is are right We came here to fight for a cause of freedom Stretch forth our arms extend to the heart Cause you touch the inner part to what it was I have been waiting for Another slam on the door Tony no neck Curtis was getting busy with a whore this is my chore break it down one last time in time we will shine to see the fool moon grind stuck in the middle as a fiddle and so is this rhyme no more.

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