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Mc Chris Mc Chris Is Dead

. Chandler, Mr. Ward's here to see you. [Tim Chandler]Hey MC! [mc chris]Tim, Tim Chand-MC Chris in the house. [Tim Chandler]Haha, yeah. [mc chris]Tim

Превод: МЦ Крис. Поп пунк ис Деад.

not, I was bought in fifty-six." Now please fast-forward to the seventies, scientists discover Penuche. Peanut Butter's too oily, Pieces takes their part in the food chain, and their name is

goodies, we got tools and also talent Fisher Splinter stealth and some Barnum and Bailey balance Katanas and shurikens so lets hurry across the yard If there's dobermans jump over them it shouldn't be that hard The objective is reconnaissance the subject is

shot 'Pac in Lookin' for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris

I rock Sean John velour B-boy stance and that's hardcore E-Dub, real name, no gimmicks Your style is over, finito, finished You a parasite, type lyrical germ You a sucker MC

preacher Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa You tried to get a squad, they was like "money? oh no!" Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny

. 'Cause he is messing with my head MC Chris: Yo, pass that giant balloon of helium over here, yo. Lars: Okay, but wait, Satan that's too much! MC Chris

thing to suburban gangstas cold air's what we breathe our vests have no sleeves it's hard to haul trees in subzero degrees we smell like evergreens all I want for xmas is