On Mc 'cause It's For The Win! Mc Chris! Mc Chris For The Win! Mc Chris For The Win! Mc Chris For The Win! Dope Mc's In Disbelief. Mc Rhyme, John
the place to be. President's daughter has been kidnapped and it's up to me. In my pixelated palace, there's a policy: if the world hangs in the balance, you best call mc
of the truck, or the front of my bike. mc chris is comin' to your town. ("Aiight.") I'm the Dungeon Master master of the ceremony, comin' to your
Blue jeans, check! Black-T, check! Record my raps on a cassette tape deck. Wearin' no sweats 'cause Nike owns Chucks. Three rows of studs 'cause hoes
the trees while I live that cracker dream, but I might have to cease my deeds. I might have to take control 'cause I ain't down with little mc growin
make him lock and pop with a pope remote. Ben and Jerry's in the kitchen and I mean the two guys. They're makin me a sundae called the mc Surprise.
As much as I love comic and these video games, I need a little something, not just any old dame. I need a little lady, make my life less lame, 'cause
[Some lady saying something] Well, my name is mc chris, I saw that you were alone. I don't know if you knew this but I rock the microphone. You look
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
