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Yo! This is Chris Bonus from Vancouver AKA That Place To Be At.
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:49
Story behind the song
Wrote the lyrics a while ago but finally got to record it.
Lyrics
[Verse: Bonus]
I'm on fire once I detonate
I'm flow's hot so I desecrate
I got up while you depredate
My goal is to designate, and rep my name
While I let pests lay to rest and just desolate
Bitch, you can't disagree
I'll urine on you and your boys 'cause you faggots ain't shit to me
And don't attempt to fight Chris
'Cause one punch'll make your stomache blow up like appendicitus
I even appeal to parents, so I'm real appellant
And y'all barely appear apparent
I'm a cunning linguist, you're just cunts with English
Make you plummit quicker than a drunken infant
Got a lot of groupies and whores
Way to mention, now pay attention like it's all you can afford
The name's Chris, but I barely drop kids
And I still run half the country like Terry Fox did
So if you need cash, I can lend some money
But there's no "holla' back, girl" like Gwen Stefani.......
Think that's "bananas", bitch? Guess you can't handle it
Cut your body in half, like a banana split
Think you can battle Chris? You're hopeless
That's like battleships with Bonus, leave you stranded in the ocean
So focus, or I'll put a hex on you both
Next thing you know, both ya' fuckin' necks'll be broke
'Cause I'm honestly wreckless, you gotta' respect it
You're about as fake as the rocks on your necklace
And you eat rocks for breakfast, so you had to floss
'Cause you chew coal since you got it from Santa Claus
I got my plan across
I'll snatch you for your sneaks, your chain, your hat, your shades, AND your watch
Cats say they wanna' be that, they wanna' be this
If you wanna' adapt, you gotta' be slick
You gotta' be swift, it got a lift
To the top of this shit, but you ain't toppin' me, bitch
Was on top from the start
You ain't droppin' this kid, you gotta' be kidding me, bitch, I'm on top of the charts
But that's another chapter of fact, I love to battle and rap
And I'd battle YOU but where the FUCK's the challenge in that?!
Matter of fact, I'll fracture your back, snap and it crack
Shatter your dreams like it's a rack fulla' glass
Yeah I act like I'm black, even baggy my pants
But only for the room 'cause my balls hang when I stand
And I am what I am, so I'm gon' be who I be
You're jackin' my steez, so when your boys see you, it's me
But really it's B-O to the N to the "U-S"
Not talkin' 'bout the "States" but homie you knew this
Would be my time to shine, don't cry now
'Cause I can TELL you fucked up, when your paper's fulla' white out
Unless it's typed out, then there's really no debate
I'm just feeding you the bait, I know you feel me, don't debate
Hater! 'Cause I'm the Bonus Round
So if you see me on top, don't even TRY to hold me down
Mothafucka! I know you chumps are real scared of noise
I can clap beside your ear and make your asses jump like you paranoid
I'm a real bad dude, I USED to be good
And I'd say you're washed up, but that would mean you USED to be good
So get used to my goods, or I'll jab your brains out
You'd pay for me to diss you just to have your name out
I ain't callin' Young Buck or Banks out
But like G-G-G-G-G-Unit, I'll have your fuckin' "Game" out
I know you blow things, just to get that gold ring
I ain't tryna' be "50 Cent", I want the whole thing
And I ain't feelin' ya so leave
No wait, you can be my "first bitch" like Olivia and Eve
So continue on your knees, I'm chillin' with the breeze
Put this pipe in your mouth like fillings in your teeth
I'm just illin' and I'm spittin' and I'm spillin' all this ink
On my new sweater, you better feel me on the streets
If I'm not on the radio, TV, or clubs, shit
I'm that Asian rapper Asian ladies will fall in love with
'Cause it's, Chris Bonus, my flow's dope, so bitch focus
And this rolex has so much ice, my wrists frozen
I'm explodin', 'cause THAT'S what winners do
I sleep in a car-bed and THAT'S got spinners, too!
Bitch!
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