My name is chris, i'm a rapper, and caucasian,
He been waiting for his connection to come
Hi my name is chris, i'm a weed thief,
Tina perm your fucking weave
Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner
And then along came the wrong man for her
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest
I got a friend named chris rent
I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock
King of the club, i bet you can’t top
Hi my name is chris, i said fuck this drama,
I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama
Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.
Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold
By any means, if ya like it or not
As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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