M.C Bubba
Yo wassup it’s M.C Bubba
My ryhmes flow smoothly just like butter
I’m so ill, I’ll rip off a four-inch door-hinge
And beat you to death with only one hand and an orange
Everybody in town knows not to fuck around
Especially with M.C Bubba from the underground
Everybody tryna catch all the smoke
Most of them end up with there bones broke