1/27 M is for mallet, matador, maze, myringa (eardrum), mambo, muse, malpractice, megatron

Alarm sounds, trim my M head to work hope I make it, at a red light with my muse bumpin Maze in a Matrix/ made a makeshift microphone to make the masses up and dance, while she spit marengue in my myringa till i felt movement in my pants/ i mean a mallet  that would impress the most maniacal metallurgist, I'm like macguyver with these words bitch, bullshit matador I'll merk kids/ mister perfect someone tell megatron his motherfukcin leg is gone, we'll sue his doctor for malpractice my man let's get it on rhyme marathon/ all's said and done, make millions murdering mc's with my bomb flow, make a meal of mammaries I'll take mine sauced with mambo!