Artist: mc chris Album: Race Wars Song: Tarantino Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro/Chorus: mc chris] QT motherfucker, late fees motherfucker I'm droppin n-bombs like what motherfucker Transform motherfucker, you've been warned motherfucker Bitch slap from my Kangol cap motherfucker [mc chris] 63 Tennessee, though the marriage was through Lil' dude called Q born to Connie McHugh Little mick, little wop, and a little Cherokee And a little African-American apparently Brother got soul~! And momma got a bounce Sunny Cal for the gal and the boy with the brow Daddy two was a dude wasnt quite what we liked I was glued to the tube cause real life wasn't right So we moved - nomadic in a panic I was bruised - hyperactive and erratic Hated school - a dirt bag with nerd facts Dropped out - ripped tickets at a jerk shack I escaped - Manhattan Beach where they rent tapes Pontificate new wave and its french babes Extrapolate all day cause I got raves Talk shop non-stop while I got paid Wrote a script about Mallory and Mickey Story's kinda gory, some said sorta sickening Wrote a rom com 'bout a Elvis quotin creature Fall in love at a Sonny Chiba triple feature Stole a hooker from a pimp, stole coke from The Sopranos Then he sold it to Joel Silver before everything goes blammo One script in the stack in which I wanted to act Fuck rejections by readers in one year they'll retract [Chorus] - repeat 2X [mc chris] Liked to act, honed my craft, on the side, when I could Saved my pennies, started dreamin, started schemin, Hollywood Got excited 'bout my writing in two years I wrote three scripts! No one bought 'em it was rotten and I almost lost my shit Can't deny it I decided time to get off the pot I could shoot it myself, give it all that I got I could direct star and edit and fetch a bag of F stops Don't need a corporate clown holdin me down in a headlock So I went to a party wearing my finest tiger prints Ready to schmooze and get vagina on my dick Then I met my defender by the name of Lawrence Bender And he said you got some moxie you obnoxious pretender Read my script and loved it, said it needs a budget He dropped it and shopped it to courtly curmudgeons A briefcase of cash that glowed was bestowed Some say that it's gold but I know it's a soul [Chorus] - repeat 2X [mc chris] Eddie was a Betty like to talk like a bitch Mr. White was the type who's too nice for his niche Mr. Pink was a hater, who wouldn't tip waiters Mr. Brown was gunned down but he savored the flavor Mr. Blue was a con so his humor was minimal Mr. Orange was the sort who never consorted with criminals Mr. Blonde was a vega so his brother was Vince Everyone head to the rendevouz daddy's gonna be pissed [Chorus] - repeat 2X