Copyright © 2005 Matt Zalewski, Andrew Vaughn & Darrin DeBard
Freestyle RAP:
Yo. Hahh! Hahah… It’s fuckin workin! Back in the studio…
Haven’t been in this bitch for a minute.
Dickin off, like, Lorainna Bobbit.
Why are bugs so attracted to light?
In the dark of the endless night?
They fly in circles, a suicide flight!
Constantly bombing, yeah, the Bombing!
Freestyle RAP and scat:
Hey-yo, I’m back! Once again, spreadin the news with me and my friend.
D A double-R I N. They call him Darrin, WTF, Let the shit begin!
I’m comin back on the freestyle tip. It’s the shit! It’s A V O N and were the Rhymlicks.
I’m back in ‘The Hole’, I’m letting ya know, there’s spiders and cockroaches, and all below.
I don’t know I just keep spittin it like this, I’m pickin it, I’m flaming it, I’m playin it like this,
I don’t have any words, so I’m mumbling slurs, so I’m a drunk motherfucker, yo, and that’s absurd.
Yeah you’re bugging me, you’re making me sick,
You’re bugging me, you’re making me sick,
You’re bugging me, you’re making me sick,
Ahh… Cinged your wings with every attempt!
You’re bugging me. Oww. Bugging me. You’re bugging me.
They've never broken a single bulb!
All of their friends, each one involved!
Come take this challenge, tonight we'll win!
We'll conquer, follow me, just begin to spin!
Broken bodies lay below
Like light shines on the dead carcasses of night!
Tried so hard but lost the fight!
Tonight, the night is over, disrupted by sunlight, sunlight, sunlight.
Sunlight.
I arrive in the morning and I sleep to the east.
So I went to bed and found my peace.
Arise in the morning and look to the east.
Look… See?
The CPU is at 05 %. Disk 02.
10:39 pm, suck your mama, big daddy, it fades out…