Mc chris is dead

[Verse 1] MC Chris is dead, and he ain't never comin back You should have been nicer when he 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 munch 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 laughin, 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'll tell the tale of how he really was a pimp Hands wanted to be on, chicks want'd to be on his dick! [Hook] (x2) 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 [Verse 2] MC Chris is dead And it's dreadfully morbid He forfeits Forever free for the poor kids Once filled to the bonnet With demonic Endorphins Now his power range's 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 digger's at Denny's Gettin' cheese on his fries As for the babies And their mommas There'll be drama For days Looks like he got his likeness, now it's time to get paid So many starvin' Marvin Garden, claimin MC's seed But he's a seedless grape, makin pace in the RV It's a croc in the pot that's fraught of it bein a mock-death He's got the awesome-est posthumous box-set They're airbrushing MC on plain white tees Another life lost to violence, silence if you please [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 hatin 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 pray to Vishnu, any deity will do I claw at my satin ceiling, I got nothin to lose And through the dirt and the thick mud I'll tunnel like Dig Dug Or the Underminer My desire's The big buck Can I convey the basement Without wasting My words? Fossilization's What I'm facin 'less 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? [Hook]