ok, here’s a mfkn post about Mc Chris
uhh.. ok. Hi everyone. This here’s the first (kindof a test) entry for my blog on our new and improved super Fleetfm site. My name is Casio, and I do a show called ‘the smell of napalm’ on fleet on sunday mornings between 10 and 12 with my dear friend Mnaz, and our hilarious newsreader T-bor(alis). This blog will hopefully serve as a repository for music, culture, political, and , of course, comicbook related issues that I can’t rant enough about on the show owing to constraints of time and taste. Hopefully there’s enough interesting shit going on in my head to provide the hungry wordpress with regular content (there usually is) …and we’re all desperate for content right? That’s what modern life is all about- navigating the polluted waters of the piratebay, salvaging meaningful infobits, avoiding the shoals of boredom, and skirting the patrolships of our crapulent corporate overmasters- just in order to avoid having to dwell on anything.
And to that end.. For those of you nerdy enough to be fans of MC Chris, the brooklyn-based rapper whose lyrical preoccupations are generally zombies, star wars, comics, weed, and other beloved geek tropes, there’s a new track up and available for download at his myspace page, and also playable at youtube, which gleefully and totally illegally samples large chunks from Danny Elfman’s score from Tim Burton’s (arguably) best film.
(sigh…winona in the 90’s)
Mc Chris is pretty much the future of hip hop, imho, and rocks his white and nerdy steez with the kind of balls-out fuck-you insouciance that lesser Mcs bring to their tired Drugs and guns bullshit (has anyone anywhere even seen a pimp in the last ten years?). While the new beetlejuice track isn’t the greatest thing he’s ever done (that would be: ‘toothpick spliffs’ or ‘Fett’s Vette’), it’s a great taster for his new album, which came out on April the first.
The following lyrics were posted by MC himself on the MC Chris forums and YouTube.
im deathly pale bad breath bad teeth
hate the sand and the sun never see me at the beach
i’ll stick with goth chicks transfixed on death
that wear black britches i insist on nice breasts
i sleep in a grave lived through the black plague
actually that’s all my fault but dont wiki that k?
green hair downstairs boogers farts and phlegm
that’s my stock in trade see me startin trends
black and white striped suit or a blood red tux
got jack on my hat in japan it’s a must
i can change shapes do pranks and disguises
bioexorcist im the best in a cirisis
parents wanted me to clean up like my brother
boss used to say i didnt work well with others
now im independent and my methods are effective
say my name three times if you want to get connected
beetlejuice beetlejuice one two three
i like a little lady name lydia deetz
her demeanor is depressed i confess that’s sweet
dont try to deny she’s my bride to be
hey kmart shoppers there’s a sale on my services
im here to help there’s no need for your nervousness
i’ll eat what u wanna eat swallow what u say
relieve you of your living that are ruining your day
have you read the handbook for the recently deceased
it’s too thick like my dick when i think of little deetz
she’s the key to my release from this model existence
coffin lining’s confining and i want out this instant
me and the dragster of doom we’re the baddest of dudes
we hit the inferno room where the ladies get nude
but we’re eternally screwed so i become a bridegroom
and get lovely lydia to lip synch an i do
i must move the maitlands out of my way
give’m zipperlips pitch a plate on their face
say hello to hammer hands say goodbye to goulet
and then off to fla where my review drew raves
shrimp glove face plant
we like cassettes not 8 track
clown face much like
the one you’ll see in dark knight
being dead kinda sucks
the afterlife’s no fun to us
im the name that people trust
the juice that comes from beetleguts awesome.
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