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* this is the wu-tang clans cover version of run-d.m.c.s sucker mcs 
 
[odb] 
Daddys home, your daddys home to stay 
 
[meth] 
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel 
Nasty vandals too hot to fucking handle 
Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas 
Shits like hammer time, niggas cant touch us 
 
[rza] 
Straight up and down wu-tang forever 
Come tougher than dj ? s leather 
Make a better tomorrow 
Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers 
The fire come, transmit vire come 
The higher sire come, we burn your wire 
Wu-tang be number one... 
 
[meth & rza] 
Four years ago a friend of mine 
Asked me to say some mc rhymes 
So I said this rhyme Im about to say 
The rhyme was meth and it went this way 
 
Yo, we took a test to become an mc 
All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me 
God threw me inside his cadillac 
The chaffuer drove off and we never came back 
 
Meth cut the record down to the bone 
And now I rock solid chrome microphones 
Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs 
Champagne, caviar, and bubblebaths, but see... 
 
Thats the life that I lead, you sucka mc, we g-o-d 
Take that and move back, or catch a heartattack 
Because theres nothing in the world the gods could ever lack 
 
I chill at the party in my b-boy stance 
Walk, cap low, 45 in my pants 
Fly like a dove, that come from up above 
My niggas iron lung but you can stay one love 
 
Its just a one two three a three a two one 
Throw your blunts in the air for the God iron lung 
Blow them right in your face with the bass 
You messed up, come in first place, the real rap taste 
 
First come, first serve basis 
Coolin out boo, take you to the def places 
One of a kind for you peoples delight 
And to you sucker mc, you know it aint right 
Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife 
Run in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife 
Bangin with your boy, slingin with the crew 
And everybody know what youve been through 
Its the one two three three two one 
Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn iron lung 
Smoke in your place with the highs and the bass 
Come in first place in the real rap race 
Go uptown, buy a bag of brown 
You sucker mc, a sad face clown 
Gettin od ready to rock crowds steady 
You drive a big car get your gas from getti 
 
[odb] 
Im odb in the place to be 
Didnt go to st. johns university 
In the streets of brooklyn I aquired the knowledge 
A law of mathematics thats higher than college 
Im fly on skins that I gets in queens 
She love filthy swine and my collard greens 
Im dressed to kill, you know our style 
Cause niggas dont know that dirty dogg fly 
 
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Sucker Mc’s * Lyrics by Wu-Tang Clan

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