Ftw

MC the name, my kick is the crane

display wide range of shit for dem Hanes

You pella like panes, I'm hella teh lame

a chemical craze some find hard to face

A rhymer for days, rhyme 'cause it pays

Eat Frito-Lays whenever I'm blazed

My skull's on fire so call me Nick Cage

Dress in all black so please call me Chris Gaines

You wanted a jam, put others to shame

Here I am, the title I claim

In world full of Blains, I'm just a Ducky

lucky in love 'cause these hoes wanna fuck me

I'm not a jock, do not like sports

I punch a clock chocked full of force

like to drink beers and chill with my friends

then turn 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 flip da beats

Pimp the bill, we fill the seats

Kick us out, we fill the streets!

Mic magician check the sleeves

no tricks, my schtick's my masterpiece

You know how I spell that fast relief?

mc stands for MASTER CHIEF!

Hip-to-be-Squares won't admit defeat

while they inhale antihistamines

Now please spark a spliff of the crystal kief

then try to beat me at Soul Callibur 3

Feelin' fatigued? Just gettin' started

Chillin' with chicks who are gonna get carded

Livin' this life 'til I'm dearly departed

now open a window 'cause somebody farted!

mc chris!

mc chris for the win!

mc chris for the win!

mc chris for the win!