Don't take this shit too serious :)
Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Lyrics
go by the name of mink-c
thats for assistance to the listeners who don't already know me
and I'm an MC, that stands for mic controller
in a battle or straight audio i'll bring it to ya colder
than refridgerators, big up the originators
don't have time for haters, rock my show in alligators
not a faker, take your thick girlfriend and i'll break her
used to say how much she loved ya now she's saying 'see ya later'
hypnotized and mesmorised
and she got taken round the back of some bins and baptized
fantasized now shes realized
all that talk about me being twelve inches...lies!
ha ha ha - laugh it off like a comedian
try all she likes but she will never see mink-c again
a rap renegade and i'm a loner
she gave me her number but if i ever get to phone her
i'll just do some heaving breathin, make some crank calls
stoppin her from sleepin, have her peepin round walls
its just for my amusement, it ain't nothing malicious
bake a cake? i'll ring her up - 'it smells delicious'
but i ain't a vicious man and eventually i'll stop
i'll drop the tactic just about the time she calls the cops
if i get sent down, boredom has me reminiscing
i'll just make collect calls from the payphone at the prison
