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• Artiste: Mc Chris
• Titre: The Tussin
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[mc chris] Wayyyy 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 jewel with my crew, adults only box In a secondhand suit, bow tie, I'm a fox In a car on the street, 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 wild on the tile, feel like I got the flu I 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 Robitussin trip In the back two girls goin stag Fat asses, I demand from the date her sunglasses Do a drop, roll out the car like Axl I need an angel, I need some fuckin Advil I got a buzz bigger than a beehive Cough up my cookies let loose what's on the inside [Chorus: x2] The 'tussin, the 'tussin - put it down like it was nothin RoboCop couldn't stop me from pukin and flushin No balls to be bustin, no fightin, no cussin Just love for a drug called Robitussin [mc chris] Wayyyy back college boy, live on 11th floor Head out my window, wonder what I'm livin for Knock on my door what's in store, it's my buddy "Bucks" With the rabbit ear pockets sayin he is out of luck Need a forty for party thrown by Laura King at Ruben All he's got is snot and a box full of Ludens Tell him 'bout the 'tussin, we're Hayden ho-hussin{?} Interruptin discussions about Reaganomic repercussions Fuck 'em, we're fuckin chug-a-luggin Soon my stomach I'm huggin I'm trippin or somethin My coat I button, keep it down like a dungeon You could call me the cough medicine curmudgeon Frankly, the feeling's fucking 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 rowin through some rapids with Kevin Bacon, whitewater raftin ("Like you're at Epcot Center on acid?") Exactly [Chorus] [13 second interlude] [Outro] The 'tussin, the 'tussin! [moan] The 'tussin, the 'tussin! [moan] The 'tussin, the 'tussin! [puking] Robitussin! The 'tussin, the 'tussin! [moan] The 'tussin, the 'tussin! The 'tussin, the 'tussin! [puking] Robitussin! The 'tussin, the 'tussin! The 'tussin, the 'tussin! [puking] The 'tussin, the 'tussin! [continues puking and spitting] Ahhhh! [FLUSH]