Artist: mc chris f/ Virgil Album: mc chris Is Dead Song: Pitchfork Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [mc chris] What, what, where am I? It's, it's so hot in here, it's just boiling up! Welcome (HI) to Hell (thank you) Oh wow, to Hell! Thats' where I am? It's hot! It's hot by definition This is hell? It's a strong temperature shift You really gotta warn somebody before they pop you into that void, it's just We - what are you talkin about? That's all we ever do is warn people You ever hear of "It's hot as Hell"? That's kind of an, old phrase (right) That's what that means Right~! Right, you know I have heard that and you know I disregarded it I disregarded it, and now I have to pay for it Yeah, it's it's really, honestly It's more humid, than hot But this fire, this brimstone, river of lava This place is I know, this is the only place that you will find brimstone REALLY! You can't get that up top I don't even, I don't even know what that is It's usually stones found near the brim but anyway, we gotta get going Oh, you you, gosh! You must be, you must be Satan huh? No I'm not, don't, stop.. First off that's gonna get me in trouble Secondly, I'm not that fat to be honest Really, he's fat! He's, yes he's So there's food down here? He eats all the time There's food down here? There's.. Well it's all fondue it's all, flammable, kind of food Ahh! I hate, okay Well I don't even like sushi I like to have my fish breaded in stick form Everything is blackened, everything is Cajun style down here Ohhh, gosh I hate that spice Every, everything's hot That's right you know it's not so bad in the shade But, all the trees are on fire! How can the.. Everything's on fire Everything's on fire, how do you hold, how do you hold stuff? Umm, you just put on some flaming gloves, pretty much Flaming gloves, wow! You know what? We gotta go, we gotta, we gotta We gotta get to the 7 circles It's tortorous, each one of 'em gets worse and worse as you get closer to the center of Hell Oh that sounds horrible, the way you, the way you tell it! You know honestly I was uhh, yeah we can pause for a second I am one of the original rappers Original? My name is Virgil, I don't know if I said that I'm Virgil the Poet, I am +VERY+ famous Aren't there pressing matters? Don't I need to like, be judged? They're, pressing! But you know this here Just spit a little bit for me, I'll tell you if you got the the chops Here's somethin I've been carryin around, I got [Virgil] A thousand lambs of mine roam over the Sicilian hills, new milk fails me not Summer or winter, I sing as they used to sing Callin home on the herds of Atticus [mc chris] Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa You sound like you're uncomfortable, unfamiliar with your own works Let me just, let me look at this Is this a printout? Did you just print this out? Look I haven't, written these in a thousand years I got this off of, Wikpedia Really Honestly [Virgil] Oh would you live with me in rude hills, in lowly cots Shootin the deer and drivin the flock of kids In the green habiscus [mc chris] You could put me in a hot vat of lava and just, pick my eyeballs or something, anything but Lava? Lava's how we "cool down" here Ohh, gosh Yeah, lava's like a cool stream here It's a cool down Yeah yeah But don't you think somebody should be like ripping out my guts and eating 'em or something? You know what? You don't get to choose your own torture Soon as you predict a torture, that that's not gonna happen so.. Really? Can't somebody just Really! pluck out my eyeballs with a fork or That is so, old school Just, I don't know what you guys do down here for fun Yeah that sounds like a Plucking out eyeballs with a fork is like Visine down here That's just, that's just nothing So what, you get stoned and you pluck out your eyeballs with a fork? Exactly~! It's like "Oh my eyes are looking red" "I should probabaly pluck 'em out" Pulling 'em out of my skull Yeah Well this sounds like it's not going to be a very enjoyable place to be Uh-oh! But your rhymes are good though! Thank you - here let me show you another me They're they're, they're really No I don't need to hear, I don't [Virgil] Yeah yeah yeah Ahh hope poor fool, has been my madman Have let, in the South wind to my flowers and bore to my crystal ships! (Ugh) Even the Gods have dwelt in the woods The grim lattice, follows the wolll-olllf (Okay, no that's) Pretty good huh? [mc chris] Yeah there's promise there I think what my problem is, is you don't have like a a hook or somethin to, that you can latch onto There's nothing there's no Really? You don't have a beat, and umm, y'know As much as I like your rhymes I think I'd, much rather have my guts ripped out [Virgil] Yeah? See the bullocks dragged home by the yoke Hangin plow retirin s-s-sun! Doubles the lengthening shaaaa-dowwwws (Okay that's, it's uh) You like that? [mc chris] I didn't, but, that doesn't y'know You didn't like it? Well guess what the first circle of Hell is my friend What? Listening to my rhymes! Oh no, I don't wanna do this, really [Virgil] Oh muse on slender reed We are leaving the country's bounds and sweet fields We're outcasts, from the country! [mc chris] I, I'll pull out, I'll pull out my own guts y'know that's I'm just gonna grab this fork, OW! It sizzles upon my skin I'm just gonna stab myself Everything sizzles down here And I'm just gonna pull out my own guts, you keep going {*chris grunts and groans as he disembowels himself*} [Virgil] Grudge you not, rather I marvel Such unrest, there on all sides of the land To treat us, is one I scarce can lead amid the thick hazel [mc chris] Ow it's hurting! Oh it's like spaghetti when I twirl the fork