The Year of the Rooster

by MCB

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1.	Goldfish 02:05	lyrics
Here is my song about goldfish I like goldfish boy they are pretty They have fins instead of wings And they become food for naughty kitties I bought a goldfish once with money I got From mowing some people’s lawn But before I could bring it home I somehow lost it inside a pond Once when I was at my ex-girlfriend’s house I went to get a drink But I fainted cuz I saw My goldfish swimming in her sink One time I had an interview For a job at Burger King in Eagan But instead of answering questions When I opened my mouth for speaking A giant goldfish came swimming out my mouth And chased the manager away After that I was packed with cash Cuz they hired me, needless to say
2.	Untitled (MCB Look at My Hair...) 01:13	lyrics
MCB look at my hair Catch me catch me if you dare I’m back on the beat like a black emcee With a hat that’s green and a tractor beam Why do people always abuse me Is it cuz I star in my brand new movie MCB the Galactic Space Goat Shepherd Oh now look now I’m in my stance Look I’m a B-boy standing like that MCB the good rap all-star Squirting milk how far out of my cow car I’m MCB the canary interpreter Wearing some fertilizer and stealing a burglar I have a tusk that grows out of my husk But don’t touch the tusk or the husk will shut Bryan why don’t you kick a rap for me Who are you to be telling me how to emcee OK I’ll kick a rap that is long and fat I be tripping off applejack and swinging an ax Oops I meant 'gnac yo rewind that back I be tripping off 'gnac jack and taking a bath I’m the emcee with the beautiful eyes Step away from the hamburger and put down the fries
3.	Who is the Rapper 02:00	lyrics
Who is the rapper the very good rapper The one who is getting down Who is the rapper the very good rapper The one who is wearing a crown MCB scrape you with my hoof Charging at your like a werewolf Antimatter speed rapper packing a meatpacker Giving you street matter and buttery lather Now they got me on the run like a pickle to a bun Now I’m wearing my negligee and holding a gun I got fourteen treble speakers blasting my track And my tape sounds much better when high on crack So I recommend you go out and purchase some crack Go ahead - I won’t rap till you get back Oh now I’m excited so I pass out cold Now my spirit comes out of me and trips on a bowl Now I’m stepping at you with my shoe gun Rapping like Big Pac rapping like 2 Pun I am the ghetto star galactica no prophylactica Riding a polar bear and reheating Africa MCB the scientist Baffled by the data showing people are buying this Now I am a gigantic fetus living inside the sun
4.	Funky Sound that You Hear Now 01:28	lyrics
I’m MCB And I’m on the beat And I’m rockin’ sweet Cuz I’m packin’ heat And you know I’m down Cuz I’m underground I got the funky sound That you hear now y’all When I’m on the mike now I do my job Cuz I’m MCB: the neutered hog Grunting, squealing, bunting, stealing Dancing on the ceiling Now I’m playin’ baseball, wearin’ a lace shawl 8 feet tall now I’m ready to rap to y’all Big Bass Boy now the looser cannon Hard cipher rap where the moose are standin’ I’m dangerous smoking some angel dust Laced with manger must, drivin’ a plane or bus I like to scream at the top of my lung Till somebody plugs my mouth with dung My name is Bryan who you can’t resist Cuz my sexy chocolate light-skindedness And I’m whispering something that is totally secret I think I am drowning in a bottomless leaf pit Now my rap is almost done I shoot the sun with my gun I’m MCB And I’m on the beat And I’m rockin’ sweet Cuz I’m packin’ heat And you know I’m down Cuz I’m underground I got the funky sound That you hear now y’all
5.	Untitled (Funky Cool I'm MC 2) 01:17	lyrics
Funky cool I’m MC2 2 means B in Chinese School I’m always ready to rock it steady I have long hair like spaghetti I’m MCB the tyrant Waving a siren at the hydrant Planting a meadow in your ghetto Turn the bass down, pump the treble MCB: crazy lady Stinky rash like a lazy baby Rappin’ slowly for my homeys Now it’s time to ride my pony I am Rapper Bryan and I’m back on the track So turn on your hearing aids and get up & dance As you see, I’m the master at rapping on beat Cuz I have big feet with super sharp cleats And a Kangol to prove that I’m gay I got my fist lodged in your bale of hay & your mother came out & tried to help me remove it What are you smoking MCB is that tube stick? I am gigantic, I’m as big as a planet I am Indian Black French Tsunami Hispanic
6.	Strike the Band 01:24	lyrics
Everybody clap your hands Cuz I’m about to get up and strike the band MCB has a flying saucer With a flame thrower with a power auger You must have called the emergency rap line Cuz I was sent here by the dispatch guy My name is Good Rapper MCB the Wildman Check out my style, man. You think it’s mild, yeah? Well I don’t know what to say to that Cuz I always assumed I rap fiery bad I’m the big dope rapper with two hands I’m standing on your sofa and saying a rap Now my breath is all hot blowing right in your face Cuz I’m rapping & rapping at a very fast pace I’m MCB rappin’ smooth My boombox is pumping a beat that’s cool So wave your hands, then I tell you to dance Now I jump off your couch and I say: Ah yeah Then I do a rap dance like Big Daddy Kane Till my anchor falls off my anchor chain Everybody clap your hands Cuz I’m about to get up and strike the band MCB has a flying saucer With a flame thrower with a power auger
7.	Untitled (Track Seven) 01:19	lyrics
MCB I’m vampire mad Playing guitar loud with an amp Growling howling plus I’m scowling My favorite cartoon character’s Towelie I have a big bad baseball bat That I bang and bash down, break the track Every time I go ghetto skeezin’ I get all mad for no known reason Now I’m scaring the Backstreet Boys By making a fizz pop squishy noise So who’s that man with the grabbing hands On the last half of the rap song for “Pants” I am the king of rap I have a badge that proclaims that Also a plaque that proclaims that Don’t believe that? Ask my dad I piled up a big bunch of pillows That formed a golem that raped some willows So I locked my golem in the closet But then he broke loose and raped the Hobbit I am a pterodactyl Like Bud Grant or Mickey Mantle I am a floodlight – you’re a candle And my grandfather’s name is Randolph
8.	Untitled (Who's That...) 01:36	lyrics
Who’s that flying up out in the clouds With a boombox playing rap music loud I’m MCB the really bad person Just like Bill Cosby or Gerald Levert’s twin I eat sandwiches out of a canister Only the canister is a garbage compactor So too bad you already told me I’m hired I sold drugs but forgot I was wired So I busted myself: now I’m in jail & they’re pinning something on me but it’s not no tail & I’m waring a propeller hat, flapping like a cellar bat Remaining celibate by avoiding baths Marketing some Elmer’s Glue as coffee creamer Carjacking Beemers using nothing but teamwork Naming my first son Stanley Steamer Telling him he sucks Sucks to your self-esteem The abusive dad: I’m MCB I’m a bad dad, super big and mad And I’m writing a rap about belting wax Yeah, belting wax: good to wax your belting Go out and buy some, and I’ll stop pelting You
9.	Untitled (Super Cool Crystal Beat) 01:20	lyrics
Super cool crystal beat Hi my name is MCB Rap beat minty fresh Tasty like a Sucret Rapping hard, super cool MCB is not a ghoul MCB is a girl Yellow pigtail curls Beautiful beyond compare Flaming locks, auburn hair Twining all around my body Plus my Spidey-Sense is throbbing I’m the car mechanic Manufacturing titanic Boats, fatal and perfidious MCB is bootylicious In a cat suit, smoking on a big zoot MCB, what you do? Smoke upon a big zoot Making bad squishy noise Grabbing hands fishy boy Posing for my Commodore Mullet-rock brontosaur Hard rock Rapper Bry Rap is not a crime Rap or die – it’s a fad MCB: bad dad Pulling out the belting wax Selling and I’m melting crack White horse taking Troy MCB: moistboy
10.	Good at Rap 01:34	lyrics
MCB: I’m in a parade Cuz everyone likes the raps I say That’s how you know that I’m good at rap Show respect: take off your hat MCB is a funky diva with a meat cleaver Ripping your beaver to pieces MCB: I’m dazzling Rattling a rap from the back of my throat Selling more coke than my brother or sister Tho more celibater than the Pope I rap slow cuz my tongue is atrophied Plus my hands are big and strong I store my master tapes in an African village That hopefully we won’t bomb I wrote rules to writing raps Which I teach as a college class And my teaching is so advanced That I never let no one pass MCB the dainty dancer Dancing rap dances in the pasture Dancing oh so fast The cattle now can’t mistake me for grass MCB: I’m the living pathogen Rapping free-sail with my abdomen Trading a box of sand for car parts Pasting sweet-tarts on my star chart I drive a trash compactor Sticking a protractor in my Afro I’m crawling out of the pond with a vacuum You are a baboon and I am your mother