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chris chan rap - christian weston chandler lyrics

[verse 1]
i once knew a n*gga who tried to go by christine
he thinks he’s trans, but he doesn’t really know what it means
he’s just the biggest f*ggot that the world ever seen
he used to f*ck blow*up dolls and drink fanta with cream
a r*t*rded young mind past the age of 30
n*gga craved the love of a girl who was boyfriend*free
he made a sign, yeah, calling all the girls to order
but security staff, temperaments grew shorter
he started hangin’ out, playin’ games at the gamе place
checkin’ the young chicks, rеtarded ass look on his face
he was fascinated by the s*xual objects
but he understood kindness wouldn’t earn him s*x
he built a reputation, ’cause he was lonely and strange
and so this r*t*rd grew into a virgin with rage
but sit tight, ’cause this is just the opening page
you see, me and n*ggas like this have never been equal
i’m not a f*ggot who does harassment to other people
he fiended for love like addicts with pipes and needles
with his filthy body odor best described as fecal
a real r*t*rded young man with limited potential
the product of a higher*functioning autistic mental
incidentally published some comics like dc
just a f*ggot r*t*rd drinking soda mixed with seed
but true darkness lies ahead for our boy christine
[chorus]
everyone tryin’ to troll, never face the consequences
got post*blocked for a month for minor offenses
ask a n*gga banned for life if he had another chance
but then again, there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
dance forever with sonichu on a cold cell block
but that’s what happens when you rape mother with bent c*ck
trollin’ used to be such fun, but what if we stopped
there’s no certainty because we’re turning up another notch

[verse 2]
trolls started textin’ chris, anything they could do
to get his ass catfished, in broad day, plain view
takin’ pics, shootin’ videos, talkin’ a lot
stepped up to showing n*ggas and b*tches his bent c*ck
trollin’ overtime, undermining every last thought
hit the jackpot, along came a girl named julay
fulfillin’ the sweetheart fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the troll n*ggas treatin’ him the same
he wanted to be major like the manajerks in the hunt
’cause when he tried to step to ’em, n*ggas showed him no love
they told him dumb motherf*ckin’ cowards can’t find love
and a b*tch virgin with a sign can’t bust nuts
any n*gga with a red shirt can drink his own cum
even liquid chris played a guitar up in the club
but only the real chris can mount a s*x doll for a ride
moanin’ for everyone, screamin’ “julay” the whole time
chris never knew just how much the trolls got him
and they wanted to test him since he was r*t*rded
who knew that he’d rape a b*tch and that he was cold*hearted
and now he had a choice to carry on with his life
or make love to a maiden, his sweetheart and wife
his dreams about barb were nice and made him agree
a r*t*rd f*ggot was all he ever wanted to be
and so he wore a sh*tty dress and became a tranny
[chorus]
everyone tryin’ to troll, never face the consequences
got post*blocked for a month for minor offenses
ask a n*gga banned for life if he had another chance
but then again, there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
dance forever with sonichu on a cold cell block
but that’s what happens when you rape mother with bent c*ck
trollin’ used to be such fun, but what if we stopped
there’s no certainty because we’re turning up another notch

[verse 3]
he crept around the bedroom slow while it was rainin’
sippin’ cream soda and gamin’ for entertainment
until he saw a woman on a bed, lyin’ alone
three in the mornin’, probably about a hundred years old
so he quietly got into bed and fondled her
her eyes running wild, dementia swallowed her
he took his shirt off his chest and reached under her gown
“this is it, chris, now you got your chance to get down”
christine kissed all on her neck and started sniffin’ her hair
but if you look in her eyes, there ain’t n0body there
she struggled hard, but he forced her to lay right there
he got a finger up inside as he was holding her down
whinin’, “won’t you be quiet? stop movin’ right now!”
confused look on her face, her eyes darted around
so chris hooked the g*spot with his fat, dirty claw
that filthy b*st*rd knew exactly what he was doin’
he finger popped until she came and she stopped movin’
brain melted down to mush, she laid silently
and then christine proceeded to rape her violently
sonic was meant to go first, then pikachu took a turn
rippin’ her up with thunderbolts until her throat burned
her jaw mumbled for bob, but he wasn’t concerned
when he was done and she was layin’
bl**dy, broken and bruised
chris thought she’d become a brand new rosechu
and he thought that he was sonic mixed with pikachu
he almost k!lled her, but in three days she’d be good as new
he thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
so he leaned over and put his lips right to her head
[bridge]
i’m fallin’ and i can’t turn back
i’m fallin’ and i can’t turn back

[verse 4]
for a month he kept f*ckin’, a pitiful life
he played his video games and he never thought twice
and he felt strong givin’ it raw to his own mother
then a knock at the door, he pulls back the dirt covers
but what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
’cause he knew that he was probably gonna be in trouble
she looked back at him and cried ’cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully than when he was rapin’ her
it was the dang cops, he couldn’t even contemplate
his own actions had successfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to stay up late
and someone tattled, and now here come police jerks
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and whined’ out to the sky, ’cause he was lonely and scared
but only the cops responded, ’cause barb wasn’t there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he sh*t himself to death and died with no soul
they say death takes you to a better place, but i doubt it
after this dude f*cked his mother, i don’t know about it
and listen, ’cause the story that i’m tellin’ is true
’cause i was there with chris chandler, and i raped his mom too
now sonichu follows me everywhere that i go
in fact, i’m sure he stands among one of you at my shows
at every special ed, listenin’ to r*t*rds flow
he could be standin’ right next to you, and you wouldn’t know
sonichu grows inside the hearts of the stupid and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black — color is quite electric
you have a self*destructive destiny when you’re autistic
it will be some of god’s children who got post*blocked
there’s no certainty if we can turn it up another notch
so when sonichu wants to dance with you, you better say never
’cause the dance with sonichu might last you forever

- christian weston chandler lyrics

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