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

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"These look like Presbyterians!"
"They like... puppets."

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

All these rappers are so serious, it's 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 is comin' to your town. ("Aiight.")
I'm the Dungeon Master of the ceremony,
comin' to your territory, cheese it up macaroni.
We'll get kinds of stoney in the parking lot proper;
want me to hit your jurisdiction, just 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 they'd be less devout over so stout,
but I they're all about Guiness 'cause they're turnin' me out.
This is for the anthem kids they know who Ansem is,
I'm not a corporate clown so it's not they could cancel Chris.
I'm just an activist, my fans are savages,
I may seem kinda lame but I got more then babbages.

mc is comin' to your town tonight.
mc is down 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.
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's going platinum, the Cubs won the race,
ice out my ass like my name was Bobby Drake,
a hundred hoes no clothes comin' out my birthday cake;
did I to mention everything I say is kinda fake?
It's how Mister Ward escapes the people player hate,
when I'm feelin' kinda down, and overweight.
I roll back my eyes, my mind and proceed,
paint a picture-perfect world called the of mc.
You don't have to visit, you can not listen,
even though a world my music's kinda cataclysmic.
I used to rip tickets. kick districts;
kinda Kismet, like when Leia met Wickett. ("Jub jub.")
Decadent downloads put a dump in rump.
right, I'm shittin' your pants, punchin' chumps in the junk.
I'm surveyin' your and I'm samplin' your skunk.
mc chris is 'round, now's when you throw your hands up!

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

We in the Dirty, impressed the Southwest,
North to ingest the best sess',
met a couple honeys and had live sex;
okay, we just made out someone shouted, "MIC CHECK!"
We been in the mountains, we been paid in the glades,
we deliver solid products for rates,
roam the range, makin' change, puttin' 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 it's like a nightmare though, you wouldn't believe.
For the most part it's like go carts turns at high speed,
life's a summer vacation 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 like my name was Lasseter.
A bible camp van, a fifteen passenger!

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

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

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