MC Voltron
MC Voltron
MC Voltron
Voltron
Rap done turned microscopic
Defecate on the floor and watch the butcher chop it
Play off the pick with cream for jock itch
I wear a wrestling mask
The ladies show ass in front of Bernard Hopkins
Rap's a toy, I play with Shopkins
Write with a marker like Al Sharpton
Leave the rest constipated with Swanson
They might want to have a phone conference
Coach the best to swing on my balls like Tarzan
Take off like an aircraft
They got diarrhea, all I see is brown potatoes mashed
Just inches off the floor, just one and a half
People get cozy and sit inside the paragraph
Levitate like the nouns and adjectives
Natural ingredients I have for the kids
Urine stain on your ad-libs
Rally all like Milton, sleep inside Paris Hilton
We can play with Spaldings or Wilsons
New verses for new children
Pull up in the Phantom with pilgrims
Disguise like Phil Simms
MC Voltron
MC Voltron
MC Voltron
Voltron
Beats to rap to, I use them to collapse you
Deadly like swallowing a cyanide capsule
Open up the hatch, duke, it's time to make my getaway
I melt your nervous system, look and I ain't even spit an eighth
Double up that dinner plate, I bought a hearty appetite
Even haunt the opposition when we're in the afterlife
Right? It's like a hip-hop poltergeist
Ignore them signs, light up, shit, we gon' smoke tonight
Craig G, that son of a bitch
Will be an asshole if he lives to be a hundred and six
Pull up on you at the light, make fun of your chick
Have you so blinded with rage, you probably run in the shit
You ain't coming equipped
I could talk a nun into getting a gun to put one in your hip
It's all fun 'til you hit
And the description's kind of hazy
And going into lights the only time you feeling wavy
Galaxy alliance, the lions of the cause
Forming Voltron out of that, using spectacular bars
Slow your roll, pa
MC Voltron
MC Voltron
MC Voltron
Voltron
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