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"Where are we?"
"I'm thirsty."
"There's a church up ahead, maybe there's in here..."

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"These don't like Presbyterians!"
"They like... puppets."

"I THOUGHT WE SOUNDED REALLY GOOD, MAN, I THOUGHT WE SOUNDED GOOD!"
"OHHHHHH, YEEEEEAAAH!"

All these are so serious, it's crackin' me up.
Kid consumers tired of posers so he's me up.
in the back of the truck, or the front of my bike.
mc chris is comin' to town. ("Aiight.")
I'm the Dungeon master of the ceremony,
comin' to your territory, it up like macaroni.
We'll get seven kinds of in the parking lot proper;
me to hit your jurisdiction, just submit Chris an offer.
Girls be neckin' on my in your neck of the woods.
girlies give it up because pup got the goods.
You think that be less devout over somethin' so stout,
but I guess they're all about 'cause they're turnin' me out.
This is for the anthem kids 'cause they know who is,
I'm not a corporate so it's not like they could cancel Chris.
I'm an activist, my fans are cyber savages,
I may kinda lame but I got more game then babbages.

mc is comin' to your town tonight.
mc chris is down to bring the to life.
On the pressure precise like a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him it wicked nice on the microphone device.
mc is comin' to your town tonight.
mc chris is down to the sound to life.
On the pressure point like a kid on Fisher Price,
him kick it wicked nice on the microphone device.

mc's going platinum, the won the pennant race,
ice comin' out my ass my name was Bobby Drake,
a hundred hoes with no clothes comin' out my birthday
did I fail to mention I say is kinda fake?
It's how Mister Ward escapes the people player hate,
when I'm kinda down, overlooked and overweight.
I roll back my eyes, my mind and proceed,
paint a picture-perfect called the house of mc.
You don't to visit, you can always not listen,
though a world without my music's kinda cataclysmic.
I used to rip tickets. Karate districts;
like Kismet, like when Leia met Wickett. ("Jub jub.")
Decadent put a dump in your rump.
That's right, I'm shittin' your pants, punchin' in the junk.
I'm your surroundings and I'm samplin' your skunk.
mc chris is comin' 'round, now's you throw your hands up!

mc chris is comin' to your tonight.
mc is down to bring the sound to life.
On the pressure point precise a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him it wicked nice on the microphone device.
mc is comin' to your town tonight.
mc chris is to bring the sound to life.
On the pressure precise like a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him kick it nice on the microphone device.

We in the Dirty, impressed the Southwest,
navigated North to the best sess',
met a couple honeys and had real sex;
okay, we just made out someone shouted, "MIC CHECK!"
We been in the mountains, we been paid in the glades,
we solid products for affordable rates,
the range, makin' change, puttin' food on our plates,
got a BJ while the DJ Duel of the Fates.
Life rules and it's great, say I'm livin' a dream,
now and then it's like a though, you wouldn't believe.
For the most it's like go carts doing turns at high speed,
life's a sweet summer if your name is mc.
People, I'm a pimp, life's a bitch, what ya heard.
Name a faster nerd when it comes to words.
in my pocket like my name was John Lasseter.
A bible van, it's a fifteen passenger!

mc chris is to your town tonight.
mc chris is to bring the sound to life.
On the pressure point like a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him it wicked nice on the microphone device.
mc chris is comin' to town tonight.
mc chris is down to the sound to life.
On the pressure precise like a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him kick it nice on the microphone device.

"Everybody get in the bus! Get in the bus!"
"LET'S GO!"

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