true story about an artist from the suburbs north of chicago.


there was this boy by the name MC john doe/
but couldnt rap worth crap, everyone tried to tell him so/
he was tryin to be down with the latest hiphop news/
tryin to impress his gangsta friends by puttin his toyota on twenty twos/
from wearin princess cuts, to rockin "Shady" outfits/
but self esteem to just his head to his armpits/
saggin his jeans low, so his bootie could show/
walkin around with weed all day, but didnt know how to blow/
packin a gun on his side, but the lived in the suburbs/
sayin he got a model chick, but bitch walkin with no curves/
just anotha black kid tyin to fit in this rap game/
thats wat his best friend said, who too couldnt reach real fame/
runnin with pussies who skarred as hell to pop/
but MC john thought they were brave, cus they played *nigga knock/
bandana wearin for no apparent reason/
every day was a different color so everyday was tie die season/
when he did the harlem shake, looked like he had siezures/
even the crip walk he tried to do, would give sumone a fever/
emcee john has know true skills, as all the real ones know/
but unfourtanetly there are billions of MC john does'/

nigga knock is the same as ding dong ditch (for those who dont know ebonics) plz dont hate on this shit. feedbak wud help me out alot and i wud deeply appreciate it.