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Mc Chris

Genres: Hip-Hop

Robotussin Lyrics - Mc Chris

way back college boy asked to a high school dance 

couldn't wait, but my date was in my friend's pants. 

didn't know what to do, mc feelin blue, 

til my best friend said that the red would get me through. 

went to the drew with my crew, adults only box, 

in a second hand suit, bow tie, i'm a fox. 

in a car on the street, in my mouth swisher sweet 

down that shit at my crib in a one gulp feat, 

room starts to turn like cheese, 

my tummy starts to churn like grease, 

on my knees like a rug burn beast 

like an intern tease with a yeast (infection.) 

all the while on the tile, feel like I got the flu. 

think I'm gonna throw, I think this night is through 

ding dong, date's arrived and her dress is ripped. 

she don't know I'm on a robotussin trip. 

in the back two girls going stag fat asses. 

i demand from the date her sunglasses. 

do a drop roll out the car like axel. 

I need an angel, I need some fuckin advil. 

I got a buzz bigger than a behive 

cough up my cookies let loose what's on the inside 

 

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the tussin, the tussin 

put it down like it was nothing 

robocop couldn't stop me puking and flushin 

no balls to be bustin, no fightin, no cussin 

just love for a drug called robotussin 

 

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way back college boy, live on eleventh floor. 

head out my window, wonder what I'm living for. 

knock on my door, what's in store, it's my buddy bux 

with the rabbit ear pockets saying he is out of luck. 

Need a forty for party thrown by laura kang at rubin. 

all he's got is snot and a box full of ludens. 

Tell'm bout the tussin, we're hayden ho hustlin' 

interupting discussions about reagonomic reprocussions. 

Fuck'm, we're fuckin chug luggin. 

soon my stomach I'm huggin I'm trippin or something 

my coat I button, keep it down like a dungeon. 

you could call me the cough medicine curmudgeon. 

frankly, the feeling's fuckin fantastic 

I'm tripping like jesus in the desert when he fasted, 

Like it's the night before we all get drafted, 

Like we're rowing through some rapids with Kevin Bacon, white water rafting 

Like you're at epcot center on acid? Exactly. 

 

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