MF X lyrics

[intro: MF X, Frank Zappa]
You are now tuning in to hot 248.7 radio
Next up is tenkller with his new song “MF X”
Hope y’all enjoy… its heat
(the jar is under the bed!)
(living in a jar!)
Yo, they call me MF X
Runnin round with b*tches and runnin…
(living in a jar!)
Aight, can you change it?
(living in a jar!)
Yeah yeah, i ain't f*ckin with the beat (you dont f*ck with the beat?)
Yeah cool (yea i gotchu i got-)

[verse]
Yo, they call me MF X
Runnin round with b*tches and runnin up the checks
Muhf*ckas say im up next
The next best to test the mic but really rest instead
I dont like you b*tches, slice yall necks instead
Need meds to calm myself down and get up off the walls
And get my di*k all in her jaws, for one last time
As i watch it all fall down
Downtown where the clowns stay round and mow down the ground
They found the key to open the mound
So sound the alarms cause muhf*ckin X arming his armies
With a milli rounds of ground coffee now
The versatility in the man is as confusing as his duality
And he following no faggots fallacies
Figure i would find him bumping figaro on five f*cking phones
Assuming he was the X
Kill the f*ckin rest of the mets and leave texas dressed up in guess
Slicin the sissy b*tches kissin bout 50 wrists
And
I dont f*cking know where this story’s goin
Im toting bout 9 milli’s while the goldies rollin out
Stealing from the bears, im the big bad wolf
Comin to give you a scare, and make the story fair
The porridge wasn't cold, the porridge wasn't hot
They all were just right, but you just a blonde b*tch
With bountiful bands from your brothers and birthgivers
Mercy on my figures and breakin all my fingers
[outro]
But when im on the mic, its wraps
Like, im fire
Anyways, bye (yuh!)