Mc Chris Is Dead Lyrics - Mc Chris

MC Chris is dead and he ain't never coming back 

You should have been nicer when you were blazin' up the track 

No well wishers, just bitches talkin' trash, 

'Cause the aftermath is saying that rap is whack 

(MC Chris is dead!) 

On arrival, watch his rivals revel the jealous 

Relish the moment their opponent went sublevel 

Six feet under, what a bummer, it's no wonder the waste 

Could have been a contender, now maggots march on his face 

MC's often in his coffin, lyin' down, lost in thought 

Groupies gather at the grave and done throw posies on the pot 

Haters hate off in the distance, telescoping with binoc's 

Smoking basket after laughing, get their knickers in knots 

They play, in the park, in the dark, where they spark a spliff 

Raise it high in the sky and cry "This hit is for Chris" 

Then they tell a tale of how he really was a pimp 

Hands wanted to be on, just want to be on his dick 

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I'll wait to the day's end when the moon is high 

And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'll 

Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde 

And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore 

I'll wait to day's end when the moon is high 

And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'll 

Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde 

And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore 

MC Chris is dead and is dreadfully morbid 

He forfeits, forever free for the poor kids 

Once filled to the bonnet with demonic endorphins 

All his power rings restrained, no more Mighty Morphin' 

We couldn't close the lid, there'll be no bids on his toys 

No will for the rumor mill, no bills to enjoy 

He kept every penny 'cept the two on his eyes 

Now the diggers at Denny's, gettin' cheese on his fries 

As for the babies and their mama's, there'll be drama for days 

Looks like he's got his likeness, now it's time to get paid 

So many starvin' Marvin, guardin', claimin' MC's seed 

But he's a seedless greed, makin' pace in the RIP 

It's a croc in the pot, is fraught, of it be the mock death 

He's got the awesomest posthumous box set 

They're airbrushing MC, on plain white tee's 

Another life lost to violence, silence if you please 

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I'll wait to the day's end when the moon is high 

And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'll 

Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde 

And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore 

I'll wait to day's end when the moon is high 

And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'll 

Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde 

And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore 

My name is MC Chris and yo I can't get laid 

Now they lay me to rest, how am I gonna get paid? 

These quarters are cramped and I'm crazy claustrophobic 

Consider it noted, I feel belittled and bloated 

I better bust out in a hurry, 'cause I ain't hating the road then 

I can barely bust a move because my body is broken 

But I'm covered in collections, though you can't take it with you 

Someone pass me a tissue while they gnash on my tissue 

Somebody prayed to Vishnu any deity will do 

I claw at my satin ceiling, I've got nothing to lose 

And through the dirt and the thick mud, I'll tunnel like dig dug 

Or the underminer, my desire is the big buck 

Can I convey the basement without wasting my words 

Fossilization's what I'm facin' unless defacement occurs 

So I rise to the occasion, there's no waitin' for worms 

And please no zombie player haters 

Man, what have we learned? 

I'll wait to the day's end when the moon is high 

And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'll 

Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde 

And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore 

I'll wait to day's end when the moon is high 

And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'll 

Amass an army, and we'll harness a horde 

And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore