Mc Chris Lyrics
Bad ass

I never carry a gun
I just carry my tongue
When it's not knee deep in pork
It's acidic and forked

I'd mission abort
Don't need no permission to start
Rip apart every synapse and spark
'Til you're clutchin' your heart

Playin' Mario Kart
With Wesley Clark
Make like Corey Heart
And wear my shades when it's dark

Don't retort or remark
You'll get Dizzy G Cheeks
With a mouth full of fart
*fart noise*

I'm Slaughter comma Sarge
AKA Commissar
Ballin' like stalin' from USSR
Shit's so fluid so far

Thanks to Matt on guitar
Yo DJ, take 'em to the part
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Where I turn rap into art

Yeah, motherfucker
Check this shit out

I'm a bad ass
I ain't gonna fuckin' spell it
I get up on the mic
And then I fuckin' yell it

No need to embellish
I'm selfishly hellish
Equatorial insect repellent
The like's of which you
never delt with
Motherfucker

Yeah motherfuckers!
You think I'm fuckin kiddin?
Fuck all you dicks that were givin me shit, screw you
Especially my two older brothers
I'm never gonna forgive you guys for givin me all them noogies, and wedgies
Fuck that shit, that shit wasn't cool
And all those guys in junior high that were makin fun of me
cause I got caught masturbatin at that birthday party
Fuck you guys, you guys are fuckin assholes
I hope you get cancer of the dick
And everybody in high school that makes fun of me
just cause I was too asthmatic to play ultimate frisbee
and I had to sit on the bench the whole time
And read fuckin books about Narnia, fuck you guys
And all those colleges that didn't accept me
My parents got me a tutor so I'll see you bitches next year
WORD I'M OUT!