Okay Mister Chris before I give you your ticket I just got a couple of questions for you
Mhm
Have your bags and luggage been in your possesion since you packed them?
Yes
And did anyone give you any items or packages to take on board today?
No
Call it a rebound of a hip hop devout
Got my heat out
Feel alright like it is Friday night
And pops says, "yo, let's eat it out."
That's what I be 'bout
On the mic is where I be now, indeed now
Good for you and easy to chew, like a big bowl of puppy chow
See how, I get up on the mike and I can excite
You may call it trite, that's just spite
I know my sh**'s tight
Psych, it's like, when I was just just a tyke on my trike
And all the big kids would flip lids on their bmx bikes
Go take a hike, and don't forget the trail mix b**h
Beats I know come from a casio, so call me chris
As in mc, envy, I be on the top of the list
You try to diss I won't resist, you'll feel the kiss of my fist
I never miss
You're gonna need a first aid kit
Remove your whack a** rhymes like it be a cancerous cyst
You can't deny your tight a** behind be so movin' to this
Mc chris hold down his sh** like he was holding bong hits
Like Mahatma Gandhi followed by a horde of hotties
Or the feds on the trail of a Mr. John Gotti
I'm a sound wave tsunami, vocal origami
Hijack the mic and it's not like anyone can stop me
Like Mahatma Gandhi followed by a horde of hotties
Or the feds on the trail of a Mr. John Gotti
I'm a sound wave tsunami, vocal origami
Hijack the mic and it's not like anyone can stop me
It's like arithmatic, the way I make it stick
Some say it's gibberish, some say it's silly sh**
But some people pay a cover charge to listen to it
Some people take the path train to jersey for it
Ladies! In the corner with your hand on your hip
Make you jump so high that the record will skip
Make you feel so good that the room starts to spin
My favorite kinda nut is a macadamian
I said come on all you honeys, I am beggin to begin
I say I gotta get the get the grand, gotta get within
Gotta get more cream than wisconsin, honeyroom suite at the sheridan
Bath tub full of expensive gin, lots of candles and violins
Bikinis made of diamonds, honeys beggin' me to break their hy-o-mens
Like Mahatma Gandhi followed by a horde of hotties
Or the feds on the trail of a Mr. John Gotti
I'm a sound wave tsunami, vocal origami
Hijack the mic and it's not like anyone can stop me
Like Mahatma Gandhi followed by a horde of hotties
Or the feds on the trail of a Mr. John Gotti
I'm a sound wave tsunami, vocal origami
Hijack the mic and it's not like anyone can stop me