nicer when you were blazin' up the track No well wishers, it's just bitches talkin' trash 'Cause the aftermath is saying that rap is whack (MC Chris is dead
. Chandler, Mr. Ward's here to see you. [Tim Chandler]Hey MC! [mc chris]Tim, Tim Chand-MC Chris in the house. [Tim Chandler]Haha, yeah. [mc chris]Tim
Oversættelse: MC Chris. Pop Punk Is Dead (Skit).
Oversættelse: MC Chris. Pop Punk Is Dead.
ear rings Sorry I'm so commandeering Air in tires and tank's got petro Acting weird cause I was neco Say I'm boring like I'm dead Say I lack a cutting
not, I was bought in fifty-six." Now please fast-forward to the seventies, scientists discover Penuche. Peanut Butter's too oily, Pieces takes their part in the food chain, and their name is
been nicer when you were blazin' up the track No well wishers, it's just bitches talkin' trash 'Cause the aftermath is saying that rap is whack (MC Chris is dead
goodies, we got tools and also talent Fisher Splinter stealth and some Barnum and Bailey balance Katanas and shurikens so lets hurry across the yard If there's dobermans jump over them it shouldn't be that hard The objective is reconnaissance the subject is
to work. Work! Work! Now woooaahh ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... It's so hot. Burn your mouth. Scar tissue. Make you go ?ow!? Cheese must cool and congeal. Slice with a coke is
shot 'Pac in Lookin' for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris
shot 'Pac in Lookin' for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge, thinkin' of Chris
I rock Sean John velour B-boy stance and that's hardcore E-Dub, real name, no gimmicks Your style is over, finito, finished You a parasite, type lyrical germ You a sucker MC
they shot 'Pac in Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris
preacher Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa You tried to get a squad, they was like "money? oh no!" Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny
he is messing with my head mc chris: yo pass that giant balloon of helium over here, yo Lars: okay but, wait, Satan...that's too much! mc chris:
. 'Cause he is messing with my head MC Chris: Yo, pass that giant balloon of helium over here, yo. Lars: Okay, but wait, Satan that's too much! MC Chris
walk upon the earth, and get resituated And Hock the diet pills that MC Pee Pants has created I need candy, want some candy, eat candy til' I'm dead
thing to suburban gangstas cold air's what we breathe our vests have no sleeves it's hard to haul trees in subzero degrees we smell like evergreens all I want for xmas is
