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

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

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

All these are so serious, it's crackin' me up.
Kid tired of posers so he's backin' me up.
in the back of the truck, or the front of my bike.
mc chris is comin' to town. ("Aiight.")
I'm the Master master of the ceremony,
comin' to your territory, cheese it up macaroni.
We'll get seven kinds of stoney in the parking lot
me to hit your jurisdiction, just submit Chris an offer.
Girls be on my wood 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 all about Guiness 'cause they're turnin' me out.
This is for the anthem kids 'cause they know who is,
I'm not a corporate clown so it's not like they could Chris.
I'm an activist, my fans are cyber savages,
I may seem kinda lame but I got more then babbages.

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

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

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

We delivered in the Dirty, the Southwest,
navigated to ingest the best sess',
met a couple and had real live sex;
okay, we just made out 'cause shouted, "MIC CHECK!"
We been in the mountains, we been paid in the glades,
we deliver products for affordable rates,
roam the range, makin' change, food on our plates,
got a BJ the DJ played Duel of the Fates.
Life rules and great, they say I'm livin' a dream,
now and then it's a nightmare though, you wouldn't believe.
For the part 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, a bitch, fuck what ya heard.
Name a faster when it comes to blastin' words.
Pixels in my pocket my name was John Lasseter.
A bible camp van, it's a passenger!

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

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

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