Who Sang The Tussin (Robotussin)? mc chris

mc chris Life’s a Bitch and I’m Her Pimp cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2001
length: 3:02
Lyrics
Way 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
Till my best friend said that the red would get me through
Went to the jewel with my crew, adults only box
In a second hand suit, bow tie, I'm a fox
In a car on the street, in my 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 the while on the tile, feel like I got the flu
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 robotussin trip
In the back two girls going 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

The tussin, the tussin
Put it down like it was nothin'
Robocop couldn't stop me pukin' and flushin'
No balls to be bustin', no fightin', no cussin'
Just love for a drug called robotussin
[x2]

Way back college boy, live on eleventh floor
Head out my window, wonder what I'm living for
Knock on my door, what's in store, it's my buddy bux
With the rabbit ear pockets saying he is out of luck
Need a forty for party thrown by laura kang at rubin
All he's got is snot and a box full of ludens
Tell him bout the tussin, we're hatin' ho hustlin'
Interupting discussions about Reaganomic reprocussions
Fuck 'em, we're fuckin' chugaluggin
Soon my stomach I'm huggin' I'm trippin' or something
My coat I button, keep it down like a dungeon
You could call me the cough medicine curmudgeon
Frankly, the feeling's fuckin' 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 rowing through some rapids with Kevin Bacon, white water rafting
(Like you're on epcot center on acid?) Exactly.

The tussin, the tussin
Put it down like it was nothin'
Robocop couldn't stop me pukin' and flushin'
No balls to be bustin', no fightin', no cussin'
Just love for a drug called robotussin
[x2]

The tussin, the tussin
[x3]

Robotussin

The tussin, the tussin
[x3]

Robotussin

Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Harry Potter (skit)
  • 2 DQ Blizzard
  • 3 The Tussin (Robotussin)
  • 4 Pop Punk Is Dead (skit)
  • 5 Fuckin’ Up My Christmas
  • 6 Engine (skit)
  • 7 Fett’s Vette
  • 8 Bench Warmer (skit)
  • 9 [silence]
  • 10 Robot Dog

  • Release information
    label: [no label]
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    script: Latin