[HOOK] Oh, mc, wont you rhyme for me one time... To the chicks and the bros, to the pimps and the hoes Cheap seats to the front row! Oh, mc, wont you rhyme for me one time... To the kids in the Polo, to the nastyass hobos Welcome to the mc chris show! [VERSE 1] Okay, you want a rhyme, how would you like it cooked? I only serve it well, you can check the record books You can check my record sales, not bad for an Indie Want square beef, then go eat at Wendys Now nerds are trendy, they call it Geek Chic Nerds never noticed, they were on their PCs Never mind a chill pill, you ill will get deep freezed Now hold up for a second mc cant breathe! HUUUHHH! Okay, Im back, I shouldnt have left you Im Max on the tracks, I might need some Headroom Allergic to my deaf tunes like they were legumes In the distance, youll be limbless sayin, Just a flesh wound! Sometimes I rhyme fast, sometimes I drink quick If this was gym class, Id be the last picked But its a rap record, a brand new jam fix Wait til the fans get their hands on this shit [HOOK] [VERSE 2] Are you lost and alone like a lonely little goldfish? We fit together like soap in a soap dish I know you think that its hopeless Well, let me fill you up with a cup of hot dopeness Kids, they quote Chris. Think I dont know this? Check the flow, bitch, you need to get to know kitsch If the niche fits, kids foamin with canip spit Better stick cause a nine to fives for dipshits Ends with interest sweeter than a Chipwich Stick to ya ribs like barbecue beef brisket Visit for a minute, get baked like Im Bisquick Leave the ladies horny, give the dogs little lipsticks Its the hip shit Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic Every songs on your wishlist. Every days mcchristmas Now can I get a witness? [HOOK] [GUITAR SOLO]
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