Artist: MC Chris
Album: Apple Tummy
Hello my name's mc chris.
I am white and I rap.
I know that you think my voice is kinda annoying.
But when it is on a mic, it is nice, kinda like the Winter wind chimes at night.
Now knight me the boy king.
I'll require a throne and hoes.
Don't forget, lots of drove.
Wasn't long ago I lived on milk and kidney beans.
But now I've been vilified, thanks to these mic skills of mine.
Nerds, they all get in line with things to sign 'mc'.
Groupies throw their thongs and bras.
Midget girls, amazons.
Take 'em home, pajamas on.
Let's play some hide and seek.
But, don't worry dad and mom, always have a condom on.
I've got better sense than that; don't wanna catch VD
Did I discuss my dividends?
That depends, are we friends?
If we are, then I can say I'm slinging wicked bling.
And I bet I can loan you some.
What you want, hundred bucks?
Pay your rent, buy you a tux; for me it's not a thing.
In the end, it's just revenge.
Honor, that's my last defense.
They should not have been so cruel, so callous in their ways.
They were jealous of my depth.
They would not give it a rest.
Hope my story's end sends them to an early grave.
Everything's just as I planned.
I'm the bomb, I'm the man.
Sold out shows, New York, Japan.
I fill the stands with teens.
I hope they don't mind a melted face.
The smell of toes, metallic taste.
That's the smell of burning brains.
You can blame mc.
Fire and brimstone; wrath of Hell.
Take the car to Bidell[?]
Take your wife to the hotel and have her in the tub.
Key your car and steal your mail, think I won't?
I will prevail.
My jams will be anthems causing tantrums in the clubs.
Riot gear and dissidence; loss of life and innocence.
Parachute apocalypse, it's like it's World War 3.
'Cause I failed a fitness test, doesn't mean you have to jest.
Maybe I should fill your chest with some gasoline.
You might wanna look away, while the flames eat your face.
You'll be nothing but a bunch of bones; perhaps some teeth.
I hope you learned your lesson, dude.
A little less ineptitude.
Please be kind to others, or be smothered in your sleep.
Bitches need to understand you don't fuck with mc.
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|2||Dare To Be Stupid|
|7||Ten Year Old|
|8||White Kids Love Hip Hop|
|11||Mc Chris Ownz Paper Planes|
|12||Punk Rock Academy|
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