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

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

All these are so serious, it's crackin' me up.
Kid consumers tired of so he's backin' me up.
Jump in the of the truck, or the front of my bike.
mc chris is to your town. ("Aiight.")
I'm the Master master of the ceremony,
comin' to your territory, it up like macaroni.
We'll get seven kinds of stoney in the lot proper;
me to hit your jurisdiction, just submit Chris an offer.
Girls be neckin' on my in your neck of the woods.
Groupie girlies give it up pup got the goods.
You think that they'd be less over somethin' so stout,
but I guess they're all 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 not like 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 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 nice on the microphone device.
mc is comin' to your town tonight.
mc chris is down to bring the to life.
On the pressure point like a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him kick it wicked nice on the device.

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

mc is comin' to your town 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 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,
him kick it wicked 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 live
okay, we just made out 'cause shouted, "MIC CHECK!"
We been bouncin' in the mountains, we paid in the glades,
we deliver solid products for rates,
roam the range, makin' change, food on our plates,
got a BJ while the DJ played of the Fates.
Life rules and great, they say I'm livin' a dream,
now and then like a nightmare though, you wouldn't believe.
For the most part 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 to blastin' words.
in my pocket like my name was John Lasseter.
A bible van, it's a fifteen passenger!

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

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

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