TMC CYPHER 3 lyrics

[Intro: J.C The Rapper & Lil Kori Da Finne$$e Kidd]
Uh, hi there (Hey, hey)
My name's J.C the Rapper (Hey, hey)
People should understand that now (Yep, they do)
Uh what's up
What's up, n*gga? Ah, sh*t
This is my verse
We're TMC, by the way (Yeah, we're uh)
Uh we're The Meme Rap Community
That's what it stands for
We're just a bunch of elegant nibbas
Or Elegant n-words, racism and sh*t
We’re a mix of races & genders who just like to make funny sh*t to make you laugh
A, B, C
(Sorry boys, J.C took my virginity)

[Verse 1: J.C The Rapper]
b*tch, we been- b*tch, we been poppin' just like a mazel tov
Everybody wanna see what the hell I got
Ok my n*gga don't be f*ckin' shocked
When I run up in your house and take off my socks
Yes that's how I sleep n*gga don't judge me
Your hoe on my time and she's lookin' ugly
Shoot shots at me n*gga but those are just airballs
Coughin up lines like a mof*ckin hairball
Haha, get it? 'Cause I love cats
Not talkin' the movie, I'm talkin' the animals
[?] because I thought she flexible
Sent the b*tch up like a muhf*ckin' darimo
She eat the di*k and the balls and the testicles
Reid does the same thing I make and go flex, hoe
Ay, yuh, huh, yuh
I'm playin' chess while these n*ggas play checkers
I pack opinions and [?]
n*ggas act like they ain't f*ckin' with me
Most of my bars are round Glock and my pole
He f*ck with women, I pull out a pole
Losers thinkin' Morris while he talkin' cold
I don't get a drip 'til a n*gga get sold
[?] f*ckin' a whole damn verse, so?
Time to go back to the studio (Curse you, Kori the finesse kid!)
[Verse 2: Lil Kori Da Finne$$e Kidd]
Meme rap and mi mi mi, that be the click
Fill up with gang, I don't give a sh*t
SGG, I'm flexin' 'n sh*t
Yo' b*tch on my di*k and she eat like a pig
f*cked a b*tch named Wendy on a air mattress
I feel like Lil Weenie, got kids in my attic
I ain't talkin' TV, but don't want the static
She got a fat ass, so you know I'ma tag it
I'm flaggin', I'm flaggin', you n*gga be lackin'
I'm in it for slit and my n*ggas take action
You think that you better, lil n*gga stop cappin'
And we got advance, so don't hop on the wagon
Feel like I'm naked, the drip from my walk
I got yo' b*tch on my muhf*ckin' c*ck
Thirty round clip fits the side of my Glock
n*ggas is mad that I'm sh*t that they're not (Ay)
PBS sh*t, between the lines
Young lil n*gga, I'm feelin' like Zion
f*ck Jesse so good that that b*tch started cryin'
Talk down on my n*gga, you might end up dyin' (Aaaayyy)
Yo' b*tch died of ligma (The f*ck's ligma?), ligma balls
I beat her back up, now she got no f*ckin' walls
I know a n*gga named Landon (Ay)
Landon this di*k in yo' muhf*ckin' mouth (No homo!)
Yeah, I'm fire, and I'm from the South
Yo' b*tch comin' over, I blow her back out
Yo' crew where we left, I ain't talkin' no route
These n*ggas is b*tches, they just cry and pout
I'm washin' these n*ggas, ain't talkin' a drought
Wish you was lost, now you was found
I got a Glock, it hold thirty-three rounds
Let me pass it to Couron while I eat Misty out
[Verse 3: Xoxocouron]
Told everyone that I was a beast, they were all full of denial
Hop in that SRT, I had to pull up in style, uh
Flippin' the bird at all of my teachers (f*ck you)
Flippin' the bird at all of my classmates (f*ck you)
Diamonds on me and they cascade (Yuh)
I pull out them bands, they thought it was tax day (What?)
I see you lookin', I see you envy
That I'm rich and you still workin' at Denny's (Loser)
I saw yo' b*tch with them jiggly titties (Ooh)
My di*k go all the way up like Fat Joe and Lenny (Ooh)
I got a master plan
You got your friends, but I got a mass of fans (Woo)
Look at the way my money be stretchin' (Yuh)
Mr. Fantastic of plastic man
She got a ass like a African
I might just f*ck on the first date
She gon' be callin' me her bae
My papa been f*cked at her workplace
Ma-ma-man, f*ck all these hoes, and f*ck a commitment
I nutted early, but she wasn't finished
That's what you get when your di*k is two inches
Old money, b*tch you look like Newt Gingrich
Yeah, I'm a trucker, you fat b*tch (Honk honk)
And I got some beer (Yeah, real truckin' sh*t)
Ooh, I heard you a opp
Damn, it's gettin' hot in here
I just got a big bag of chips
I guess I'm a fag, I sit down and p*ss
I'm immature 'till the day I crow (Will that change?)
Sorry, I'm afraid it won't
[Interlude 1: Xoxocouron]
Told shorty she must be a PS4
The way only broke boys turn her on, haha
Shoutout that n*gga Shirtless Gatorade
Smeat gang, TMC sh*t
Just got my AIDS results
(Yung Spinach, I love you) (You're positive)

[Verse 4: Yung Spinach c*mshot & Oshaedy]
My di*k is the size of a Cheeto (Cheeto)
Your b*tch eats it like a Dorito (Dorito)
I'm pulling up in a tuxedo (Tuxedo)
And she sucks me like a mosquito (Mosquito)
b*tch, I eat ass every day (Every day)
Some of my friends say I'm gay (I'm not)
Like what the f*ck? b*tch, no way (Bruh)
'Cause look, I'm f*cking your bae (Your bae)
I nut fast 'cause I'm in bad shape
My left ball looks like a grape
I have a f*cking Minecraft cape
When I'm bored, I look at apes
It's a great day to be alive
My b*tch just turned five
A Lambo is what I drive
f*cked your mom thirty-seven times
Bruh moment, knock knock
Who's there? It's my c*ck
Pulled up in green socks
My di*k is harder than bedrock
My wrist is full of ice
My flow is full of spice
My c*m is white like rice (Ay bro, somebody cut this n*gga off, I'm hot)
b*tch, I'm living in paradise (On God)

[Verse 5: Oshaedy]
Who put this lame-ass n*gga on the cypher?
I'm in the trap with a stick, Michael Myers
I'm in the cut and I'm tryna get higher
If you talkin' down, put his ass on a flyer
I ain't even talkin' 'bout Sega when I tell these n*ggas that I am not playin' no games
I did this sh*t just to show off
Most of these n*ggas on here, yeah they really be lame
I tell them boys I'ma go off
I do not care if these n*ggas do not do the same
Got my boy Xonthebeat
If you talkin' on Kori, we fryin' you like a plantain
Walked in this b*tch with a whole lotta sticks
Way that I walk, I play for the Nicks
These n*ggas lame and they be on my di*k
Just like a baby, gon' let that b*tch hit

[Verse 6: Lil Slushie]
These n*ggas is pus*y and blocked on my di*k
I steal with my buddha, we got hella sticks
In the field with four sticks like I got two controllers
She f*ck with di*k and yes, she do what she want
I don't have to control her
She not my b*tch, do not ask stupid questions
We gon' spin on the five and turn n*ggas to has been
f*ck it, I'm open his chest like it's Fortnite
She sneak out to f*ck when it's nighttime
Put em on NBC since you wanted the spotlight
We only gangbangin' because of pandemic
Two stroke on balam but she squally, I left it
We seen an M and we left him
Hol' on, I'm breachin' this b*tch, feel like beer
Big chop and it singin' like Sear
Big chop and it sing like a lear
I told n*ggas suck di*k 'cause these n*ggas is b*tches
He mad at the world 'cause they f*ckin' his b*tches
Stab jackin', eat four, eat the sh*t for your mans's (Die)
And you cannot put sh*t on your desk 'cause you lie
[?] twenty because two got chopped after
You got beef n*ggas fooled to get put on a platter
Run them up bump, break them up and get shattered
When I f*ck her, that's cool, she can't stay
She wanna f*ck, had to tell her I'm gay
And these n*ggas tough talkin' breach, but don't get paid
If the DT50 and get spotted, be sprayed (Dummy)

[Verse 7: ZeroxyDeckx]
Dummy, she takin' that di*k like a boss
And she call me Chevy 'cause I got the sauce
And you cannot rap and I call that a loss
Get off you PC, go touch some moss
I take your b*tch and we watchin' some anime
I be like Naruto, she be Hinata
I hit a Jew, so I got my clone
We gettin' busy, don't call her phone
You got a PS5, we're the console
It didn't make it because it was stolen
I play the role in the heist, we leaving
I be the driver, look at us rolling (Yea-yeah)
Dodging the bullets like Matrix, yuh (Yuh)
Dodging the bullocks like Cuphead, go (Yuh)
We're all the sh*t that you just said, yuh
I dish you up and you just flinched
You lookin' goofy, b*tch, go hit a mickey
And get off my di*k, do you want it? It would be
And you don't know sh*t, like what are you smoking?
Puff it, sh*t must be good, sh*t must be bussin'

[Interlude 2: ZeroxyDeckx]
Ay, I don't really give a f*ck
I got sh*t to do
f*ck out my face, punk-ass
Like, who the hell are you?

[Verse 8: Lil Kori Da Finne$$e Kidd]
Who the f*ck are you? b*tch, I don't even know you
Back on the track with a b*tch thick like Mewtwo
Ju-just wait until we post this sh*t to YouTube
Got me a Nerf gun and that sh*t go pew-pew, swag

[Outro: Lil Kori Da Finne$$e Kidd]
It's done
It's finally f*cking done
I just wanna give a shoutout, a huge shoutout to everybody that made this song possible
Zero, Yung Spinach, uhh, Xo, J.C
Y'all are awesome, swaggy-ass muhf*ckas
Uh, the reception to this cypher
That will be, that will determine if I do another one of these, but until then
Goodbye