"Where are we?"
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"I'm thirsty."
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"There's a church up ahead, maybe there's something in here..."
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[Door open]
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"These don't look like Presbyterians!"
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"They look like... puppets."
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"I THOUGHT WE SOUNDED REALLY GOOD, MAN, I THOUGHT WE SOUNDED PRETTY GOOD!"
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"OHHHHHH, YEEEEEAAAH!"
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All these rappers are so serious, it's crackin' me up.
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Kid consumers tired of posers so he's backin' me up.
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Jump in the back of the truck, or the front of my bike.
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mc chris is comin' to your town. ("Aiight.")
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I'm the Dungeon Master master of the ceremony,
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comin' to your territory, cheese it up like macaroni.
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We'll get seven kinds of stoney in the parking lot proper;
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want me to hit your jurisdiction, just submit Chris an offer.
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Girls be neckin' on my wood in your neck of the woods.
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Groupie girlies give it up because pup got the goods.
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You think that they'd be less devout over somethin' so stout,
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but I guess they're all Waukegans 'cause they're turnin' me out.
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This is for the anthem kids 'cause they know who Ansem is,
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I'm not a corporate clown so it's not like they could cancel Chris.
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I'm just an activist, my fans are cyber savages,
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I may seem kinda lame but I got more game then babbages.
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mc chris is comin' to your town tonight.
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mc chris is down to bring the sound and light.
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On the pressure point precise like a kid on Fisher Price,
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watch him kick it wicked nice on the microphone device.
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mc chris is comin' to your town tonight.
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mc chris is down to bring the sound and light.
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On the pressure point precise like a kid on Fisher Price,
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watch him kick it wicked nice on the microphone device.
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mc's going platinum, the Cubs won the pennant race,
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ice comin' out my ass like my name was Bobby Drake,
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a hundred hoes with no clothes comin' out my birthday cake;
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did I fail to mention everything I say is kinda fake?
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It's how Mister Ward escapes when the people player hate,
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when I'm feelin' kinda down, overlooked and overweight.
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I roll back my eyes, clear my mind and proceed,
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paint a picture-perfect world called the house of mc.
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You don't have to visit, you can always not listen,
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even though a world without my music's kinda cataclysmic.
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I used to rip tickets. Karate kick districts;
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kinda like Kismet, like when Leia met Wickett. ("Jub jub.")
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Decadent downloads put a dump in your rump.
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That's right, I'm shittin' your pants, punchin' chumps in the junk.
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I'm surveyin' your surroundings and I'm samplin' your skunk.
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mc chris is comin' 'round, now's when you throw your hands up!
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mc chris is comin' to your town tonight.
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mc chris is down to bring the sound and light.
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On the pressure point precise like a kid on Fisher Price,
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watch him kick it wicked nice on the microphone device.
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mc chris is comin' to your town tonight.
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mc chris is down to bring the sound and light.
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On the pressure point precise like a kid on Fisher Price,
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watch him kick it wicked nice on the microphone device.
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We delivered in the Dirty, impressed the Southwest,
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navigated North to ingest the best sess',
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met a couple honeys and had real live sex;
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okay, we just made out 'cause someone shouted, "MIC CHECK!"
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We been bouncin' in the mountains, we been paid in the glades,
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we deliver solid products for affordable rates,
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roam the range, makin' change, puttin' food on our plates,
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got a BJ while the DJ played Duel of the Fates.
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Life rules and it's great, they say I'm livin' a dream,
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now and then it's like a nightmare though, you wouldn't believe.
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For the most part it's like go carts doing turns at high speed,
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life's a sweet summer vacation if your name is mc.
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People, I'm a pimp, life's a bitch, fuck what ya heard.
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Name a faster nerd when it comes to blastin' words.
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Pixels in my pocket like my name was John Lasseter.
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A bible camp van, it's a fifteen passenger!
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mc chris is comin' to your town tonight.
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mc chris is down to bring the sound to life.
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On the pressure point |