Mc Chris - Tarantino lyrics

QT motherf**ker Late fees motherf**ker I'm droppin n-bombs like what motherf**ker Transform motherf**ker You've been warned motherf**ker b**ch slap from a kangol capped motherf**ker 63 Tennessee Though the marriage was thru Lil dude called q Born to Connie McHugh Little mick Little wop And a little cherokee And a little african american apparentlyBrother got soul And mother gotta 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 cuz real life wasnt 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 cuz i got raves Talk shop non stop while i got paid Wrote a script bout mallory and mickey Story's kinda gorey 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 f**k rejections by readers in one year they'll retract QT motherf**ker Late fees motherf**ker I'm droppin n-bombs like what motherf**ker Transform motherf**ker You've been warned motherf**ker b**ch slap from a kangol capped motherf**ker 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 them it was rotten and i almost lost my sh*t Can't deny it i decided time to get off the pot I could shoot it myself and 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 print 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 moxy u 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 QT motherf**ker Late fees motherf**ker I'm droppin n-bombs like what motherf**ker Transform motherf**ker You've been warned motherf**ker b**ch slap from a kangol capped motherf**ker Eddie was a betty like to talk like a b**ch Mr white was the type who's too nice for his niche Mr pink was a hater who wouldnt 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 p**sed QT motherf**ker Late fees motherf**ker I'm droppin n-bombs like what motherf**ker Transform motherf**ker You've been warned motherf**ker b**ch slap from a kangol capped motherf**ker