[HOOK]
"Oh, mc, won't 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, won't you rhyme for me one time..."
To the kids in the Polo, to the nasty-ass 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 Wendy's
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 can't breathe!
HUUUHHH! Okay, I'm back, I shouldn't have left you
I'm Max on the tracks, I might need some Headroom
Allergic to my deaf tunes like they were legumes;
In the distance, you'll be limbless sayin', "Just a flesh wound!"
Sometimes I rhyme fast, sometimes I drink quick
If this was gym class, I'd be the last picked
But it's 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 it's hopeless
Well, let me fill you up with a cup of hot dopeness
Kids, they quote Chris. Think I don't 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 five's for dipshits
Ends with interest sweeter than a Chipwich
Stick to ya ribs like barbecue beef brisket
Visit for a minute, get baked like I'm Bisquick
Leave the ladies horny, give the dogs little lipsticks
It's the hip shit
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
Every song's on your wishlist. Every day's mcchristmas
Now can I get a witness?