First MC Bert track to be sold.
From the Hardcore EP.

Lyrics:
Here’s a bit of bass for that ugly ass face.
MC Bert is in the place coming at a different pace.
With a funky instrumental that is actually phenomenal.
And style so sick, it will give you abdominal… 
Pain, listen to the lyrics I spray.
That will drive all these wick wack rappers away.
That spit mad shit that makes your brain mushy. 
With a flow so dry like your grandmother’s pussy.
Sorry for the last line, everyday I tend to.
Say crazy shit that just might offend you.
And if I did it’s cause I meant to.
Cause I don’t really need your consent to.
Get your feelings and get to hurting.
Cause you are nothing but a buster and that is for certain.
And I’m the MC that is hard to ignore.
And the style that I bring is hard to the core.

This rap wasn’t written to pay any homage.
And my rap ain’t cut and paste like a fucking collage.
Dissing is my job no longer a hobby.
I put you rappers to sleep, like if I was bill Cosby.
Rappers always say that they wanna be known.
Fighting in a highway but no rapping is shown.
Are these the kind of acts that the culture condones?
Hell no that’s why the culture leaves their asses disowned.
Nowadays rappers only rap about the money.
All about the bread that’s why their raps are real crummy.
I too like to get my pockets fat like a diabetic.
But I also do this for the rap aesthetic.
Many of you phonies come off as pathetic.
I get most of you shook just like an epileptic.
I suggest that you go get the roomba.
Collect your teeth when I stomp you out like a goomba.

With my pumas, maybe even timberlands.
To break your bones easy, almost murdering the simpleton.
Watch you crawl as I leave your body crippling.
Step on the blood and I hear the puddle rippling.
Cuss me out, then I proceed.
To break your knees, from where you bleed.
Have the nerve, to talk much shit.
Looking all bitch made while you’re wearing them braids.
And why would anybody think you bitches are scary?
Only time we hear about you is in the obituaries.
I could get that arranged, without a hassle.
Then get you wiped down just for being such an asshole.
And if not, then I’ll see you on tour.
Kick the shit out your speakers and snap the mic cord.
Punch you off stage and cause an uproar.
Cause if it’s not me then it’s never hardcore.

Yo punk, I heard your girl call you a hunk.
But to me, you’re nothing but a hunk of junk.
A loser, claiming that you’re a pimp.
But she’s slapping you around now you’re labeled a simp.
You say that she’s loyal but I like to say otherwise.
Cause we know that she’s talking to some other guys.
Such as I, don’t act so surprised,
About the things that I do when I go between her thighs.
She’s the kind of girl that I love to put my dick in.
And if you interfere, I have to put my licks in.
Below the hips, tongue in the clitoris.
And just lick up the lips like this.
Left her insides mangled.
Knew I did her hardcore when she was dragging by my ankles.
That’s your average day for your homie MC Bert
Now allow me to burp from all the pussy that I slurped.

Sample Credits:
Aalon - Magic Night
Boogie Down Productions - Poetry
Gangstarr - Mass Appeal
NWA - Fuck Tha Police

Written, Mixed, and Produced by MC Bert

Hardcore

Grandmaster Bert