mc chris is dead

mc chris is dead and he ain't never coming back

you should have been nicer when you were blazin' up the track

no well wishers

just bitches talkin' trash

'cause the aftermath is saying that rap is whack

on arrival

watch his rivals revel the jealous

relish the moment their opponent went sublevel

six feet under

what a bummer

it's no wonder the waste

could have been a contender

now maggots march on his face

mc's often in his coffin

lyin' down

lost in thought

groupies gather at the grave and done throw posies on the pot

haters hate off in the distance

telescoping with binoc's

smoking basket after laughing

get their knickers in knots

they play

in the park

in the dark

where they spark a spliff

raise it high in the sky and cry this hit is for chris"