The Ultimate MC Fudge
I knew ruck would rock
Couldn't wait that long so I jacked Michael J. Fox
Since the death of the DeLorean
I've been best performing in
Collis-Segerman Stadiums
Holding the world for ladiums
Ain't no funny vibe from this 25-year-old
Ultimate MC test me if you call
The Ultimate MC Fudge
The Ultimate MC Fudge
The Ultimate MC Fudge
The Ultimate MC Fudge
Demonstrate the street ruckus with my nouns and verbs
Cater to real motherfuckers with a thirst for work
First, meditate with me, dude
Alone in my own zone
Come and get high, my *'s homegrown
Bionic, hydroponics
I rap till I'm blue like Sonic
Deliveries, monotonic
But my style's octophonic, I hate to say it
But you're weak and your style's prosaic, man
If rhymin' was fightin', I'd be Tyson
And all y'all niggas better think
Cause right now y'all's runnin' with sphinx
Cause you're weak, son
I take my time to teach one of the
Meek ones to reach one
Illumatic rap addict
On some deathless Caesar dramatics
It's never fluke
Yo, so don't panic
You could go to any other planet
In any weather, you can run
But can't run forever, so whatever
The Ultimate MC Fudge
The Ultimate MC Fudge
The Ultimate MC Fudge
The Ultimate MC Fudge
The Ultimate MC Fudge
I'm the motherfuckin' pimp
The microphone is my bitch
And you the John about to make a nigga rich
Now get with this funk arithmetic
If you outside
Make a switch
And step inside
Do your bitch
Nigga come ill
Don't treat it
Say it again
You the John
About to make this nigga rich
Man, my finger puppet
Hard to resist
Find your niche
Nigga, hold that
My trigger finger
Start to itch
Diggin' your dick
I'm on the mound
With a butane fireball
Better duck the wild bitch
I'm sick with it
You will never fly
You an ostrich
Be on your back
Like a rash
I'm the itch
Bank is bank is closed
No more thriller
For the nit-nit-nit
Wait, wait, wait
What?
The Ultimate Mc
Watch, watch
The Ultimate Mc
Watch, watch
The Ultimate Mc
Watch, watch
The Ultimate Mc
Watch, watch
The, The, The Ultimate
We'll see you next time.