mc chris is dead and he ain't never coming backnYou should have been nicer when he was blazin' up the tracknNo well wishers, just bitches talkin' trashn'Cause the aftermath is saying that rap is whacknmc chris is dead!nOn arrival, watch his rivals revel the jealousnRelish the moment their opponent went sublevelnSix feet under, what a bummer, it's no wonder the wastenCould have been a contender, now maggots march in his facenmc's often in his coffin, lyin' down, lost in thoughtnGroupies gather at the grave and done throw posies on the potnHaters hate off in the distance, telescoping with binoc'snSmoking basket after laughing, get their knickers in knotsnThey play, in the park, in the dark, where they spark a spliffnRaise it high in the sky and cry This shit is for ChrisnThen they tell a tale of how he really was a pimpnHands wanted to be on, just want to be on his dicknnI'll wait to the day's end when the moon is highnAnd then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'llnAmass an army, and we'll harness a hordenAnd then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shorenI'll wait to day's end when the moon is highnAnd then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'llnAmass an army, and we'll harness a hordenAnd then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shorennmc chris is dead and is dreadfully morbidnHe forfeits, forever free for the poor kidsnOnce filled to the bonnet with demonic endorphinsnI was power rings restrained, no more Mighty Morphin'nWe couldn't close the lid, there'll be no bids on his toysnNo wheel for the rumor mill, no bills to enjoynHe kept every penny 'cept the two on his eyesnNow the diggers at Denny's, gettin' cheese on his friesnAs for the babies and their mamma's, there'll be drama for daysnLooks like he's got his likeness, now it's time to get paidnSo many starvin' Marvin Garden, claimin' mc CnBut he's a seedless greed, keepin' pace in the RVnIt's a croc in the pot, is fraught, of it be the mock deathnHe's got the awesomest posthumous box setnThey're airbrushing mc, on plain white tee'snAnother life lost to violence, silence if you pleasennI'll wait to the day's end when the moon is highnAnd then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'llnAmass an army, and we'll harness a hordenAnd then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shorenI'll wait to day's end when the moon is highnAnd then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'llnAmass an army, and we'll harness a hordenAnd then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shorennMy name is mc chris and yo I can't get laidnNow they lay me to rest, how am I gonna get paid?nThese quarters are cramped and I'm crazy claustrophobicnConsider it, note it, I feel belittled and bloatednI better bust out in a hurry, 'cause I ain't hating the road thennI can barely bust a move because my body is brokennBut I'm covered in collections, though you can't take it with younSomeone pass me a tissue while they gnash on my tissuenSomebody prayed to Vishnu any deity will donI claw at my satin ceiling, I've got nothing to losenAnd through the dirt and the thick mud, I'll tunnel like dig dugnOr the underminer, my desire is the big bucknCan I convey the basement without wasting my wordsnFossilization's what I'm facin' unless defacement occursnSo I rise to the occasion, there's no waitin' for wormsnAnd please no zombie player hatersnMan, what have we learned?nnI'll wait to the day's end when the moon is highnAnd then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'llnAmass an army, and we'll harness a hordenAnd then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shorenI'll wait to day's end when the moon is highnAnd then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'llnAmass an army, and we'll harness a hordenAnd then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore