This is a song about "Chris horick"

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

To come and change my life around

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I got a friend named chris rent

Carol city or was it the west

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on