(Intro)
Yo, does anybody else think that that sounds like a, like a goat in the beat, I just wanna make sure that I'm not the only one, alright, check this out, yo
(Verse)
Stop sleepin', this is musical insomnia, if I was off your radar, I'm stormin' your barometer, I'm from Minnesota, don't ya know, where the plows go and roam half the year 'cause the streets are always full o' snow, so I keep heat comin' from the grill, but I'm never blowin' smoke, save the bull for a rodeo, that's why the rhymes is timeless and never get dated, what's a pickup line, I only drop quotables, 'cause when I'm spittin', rewind buttons are hit in repetition, so can I get a witness for this deposition, the music's therapeutic and it's like an exorcism, unleashin' my inner demons on the record spinnin', I confess, man, I got more stress to get off my chest than the breasts in Pamela Anderson's dress, yes, when you get stretched thinner and thinner, so pound for pound, I wanna be a bigger winner, so every paragraph I'm rappin' I pack with the very fattest, carry that up on my back until it cracks and geriatrics have to assist me, I'm spitting, ripping, and tearing tracks up, amazin' and charismatic 'til I'm laid in a buried casket, that's a tongue twister, lyrical gun slinger when I write it and recite it on the mic and I bust in ya, eardrum, uh huh, I got the serum to cure 'em of what ails 'em, yeah, here comes Christopher, I'm on a roll like straight 'A' students, comin' correct a hundred percent with grade 'A' music, 'cause I make the sweet stuff like an Oompa-Loompa, so go and pick the shit up like a pooper-scooper, I'm like a Koopa Troopa, comin' out o' my shell, I wrote this on my Dell, hell, I really need a new computer, ha ha, that's a non sequitur, but it's true, man, yeah, I really need to get me one, I'm sayin', though, a man's gotta do what he's gotta do, and it's apparent that there is still a lot to prove, I may not be in front of a crowd at Bonnaroo, yet, but I'm doin' exactly what I've always wanted to, disbelievers, you think you know me like Edge, but you close-minded idiots need to open your heads, take the crap about rap out that you hold and accept, and stick your preconceived notions up your colon instead
(Outro)
Yo, I could go all day, man, I gotta stop somewhere, though, ya know, that was already like forty fuckin' bars with, no hook at all, ha ha ha, yeah, Christopher Michael, Jensen, yeah, let's do the next one
credits
from The Chris Tape, Volume One,
track released July 12, 2011
Vocals written and performed by Christopher Michael Jensen.
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