Ignunt M.C.

Yo Mink, It's the man like Cockroach X
You ain't going for a Nobel prize or
Even skilled work like digging holes
I want to be entertained, not have to think about shit
You the Ignunt MC man, just kick some old fashioned Ignunt rhymes

Rappers biting styles don't know how to stay classy
Filing their teeth like they was Freddie Blassie
It's weak – Hollywood-ing like some pencil neck geeks
Just freaks don't have the flow, cadence or beats
Like Rodney Dangerfield bug my eyes if you boo it
Casnewydd born spit from Maindee to Clwyd
Brutal being Welsh, used to being persecuted
Chill at Hooters, but the man would rather see me executed
Kinda like a brut-wearing druid in a Buick
I'm the undisputed king of staying fluid, ya knew it
Never leave me muted, see a mumble rapper wanna shoot it
Grab my camera, snap the body tweet tweet like a blue tit
Cats review it. Never blew it. See my mic and salute it
Reviewers review it, ladies remove their shit to it
Fruitella, honky please! Better breakout the Chewits
Steel toe capped raps I put my foot right through it
Like Steve MCQueen in 'Bullit' toss ya wife in the fast back
When we hit he sack I pump it in and wrench open her ass-crack
Leave her butt hole gaping but I ain't raping
Maybe taping, got the dope restraints, no escaping
Leave her walking like John Wayne, the cowboy not Gacy
Bo legged, haunted features pallid and pasty
It amazes me the mainstream would never embrace me
Then again, I'm not getting blackballed like Kevin Spacey
Mad paper stacked with my crew just in case we
Need to go to Asda eat some chicken extra tasty
You're like 'ooh chase me' like you Duncan Norvell
I'm like a capo in the cartel with a cat drinking Martel
Fist like a hammer, cock strong like an obelisk
It's obvious that I'm anonymous like a novelist
With a pen name, to satisfy the populous
Fuck soda, my book of rhymes is fucking bottomless

Ha-ha!
Ignunt MC! Servin' em well
Ignunt MC! Still rocking the bells
M.I.N.K.C! For those who can't spell
Hup hup hup hup
Ignunt MC! Rarely smiling'
Ignunt MC! Ain't no free styling
Need Lionel on the cut! Get him from the East Riding
Get to the studio of the Minkster motherfucker!

Well I'm a white European rhyme saying generalissimo
Play bitches like a piccolo, hung like a gigalo
Ugh, from Blaenavon down to Clitheroe
Never see me fold, on flop, turn or river so
Don't take me on thinking Mink-C's a sucker
Take everything you have, even your wife - I'll fuck her
You say I look creepy, hey I give no fucks
Cos I'm pretty like a painting of a sunset on the Usk
I'm like a whirling dervish, a Taffy Peter Purvis
Bitches get nervous, when I'm poking' in they cervix
Talking of ladies, always pay for full service
Later on, I got that pleased with myself look like Tony Curtis
Wordsmith of ignunt prose, fucker of Ho's
Lesbos hear me, press they snatch on the Bose
Leave em squirting uncontrollably after they listen
Have em needing a clinician when they can't stop pissing
Like Arnie in 'Commando' crossed with John Rambo
Ain't dead like Jill Dando, fluent in Esperanto
Never been in panto, fan of Ronny Barker
The Celtic Kickstarter, wearing Kangol never Barbour
Creeping through the fog, I'm something like a dawg
You wonder where I am I could be snorkelling a bog
Then again, I could be at your crib, lounging with your missus
Shit, you know what's on my mind, skip the hugging and the kisses
Amp and X will surely let her lose her inhibitions
My ball bags swang like wrecking balls in demolition
Call me David Copperfield, I wave my wand like a magician
Leave her panting like a spaniel when in crazy dope positions
Ain't no beginner, took some polaroid's when I was in her
Pop 'em on your kitchen table where your kids will eat their dinner
Need to keep her in chastity, under lock and key
She'll fiend for this big boyo cock, y'know BBC

Ignunt MC! Walk with a swagger
Ignunt MC! Welsh nut grabber!
Mink-C & and the Lionel Beee! The hip-hop Abba!
Black Gestapo bitch!
Ignunt MC! Scary like a demon
Ignunt MC! Still proudly European
Tina hitting Briton written rhymes with no meaning!
DJ Creepy features tell 'em

I'm like a cat who has nine lives, reactions like houseflies
New pussy every weekday like a Mormon with five wives
A soldier wants to win but he can't switch sides
That's the problem rappers face when I roll up in my ride
Get out the Datsun, peruse the line up like a menu
Spread my wings like an angel, levitate to the venue
When I get there it's like a tumbleweed town
Now I'm wearing a frown, always do when MCs go to ground
Now wound up in the mood to force clowns to bow down
But it seems my appearance turned their y-fronts brown
Like Bobby, hope it makes the dickheads less gobby
Raps a hobby but this hobbyist got flavour like wasabi
Never owned a Kawasaki, blast my shit in your jalopy
Fuck fashions like Superdry and Fitch & Abercrombie
4xl baby - I'm too large for ya
Give me a mic I'll take charge for ya
And if I had a pound for every time a rapper said he'd beat me
Then I go and murk the motherfucker so completely
Believe me they try to lie and cheat to defeat me
Make four times these dicks annual wage only weekly
And if I wanna blow the cash I make discreetly
It pays for Asian hookers working parlours in Tahiti
Or drugs for my people to avoid them getting sleepy
Or presents for my parents from the grave of Nefertiti
Like Warren Beatty I be winning crazy awards
Hey ladies - check out my quick release draws
like my man Petey dealt with hookers with a hammer
Ram my mallet of grammar in fakers faces never stammer
Like minimal cut, weaker shit just ain't the same
I'm like Harvey Weinstein freed and back in the game
Making mad money, grinning, fuckin all them hoes proper
Pill popping punk rocker, blast Cutty Ranks 'The Stopper'

He ain't nothing' but Ignunt