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Intro
01:03
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Track 2
00:42
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Robbie Pastrami:
Killin the game, put my name in the fame
For me I gain skill, gonna go kill
See you on the hill, don't be so shrill,
Yo ass resemble that of Hank Hill's
Slanging propane dusting off cocaine
Going insane in the membrane, make me turn vain
Check your lane bitch.
Check your lane bitch,
You ain't gettin off with no hitch
I dig you a ditch!
MC Mar - T.
Yo yo yo, the name is Mar - T.! And as you can see,
I've got more rhymes than Muhammed Ali!
Unlike this bozo, who sounds like he's so-so,
His name is Rob, whose beat I'm about to rob!
Robbie Pastrami
My ass be leaking, I'm tweaking,
Oh, so you critiquing?
Don't like the way I'm speaking?
Boy yo ass reaking,
Making fun of you, got your voice squeaking.
Teddy on Adderall geeking, he be seeking,
The samples gets em trampled.
Allow me to retort, get out of my court.
Boy you're looking short, just a little wart.
Should've been abort.
Made me spill my drank,
We be making bank.
Come on bro, it's just a prank.
What's wrong, Marty?
Yo flow sound weak. Mine be sounding sleek.
You little swab, piggy piggy.
Your stomach looking biggy,
My complexion twiggy.
You are just a rejection, got no connection.
[Pizzeria, Mafia, New York]
Bitch.
MC Mar - T.
Rob, is, a god damn bitch
And he always talks with a fucking low pitch,
And all his employees are snitches,
They don't know but they're gonna get stitches.
He sounds like a big dumb oaf.
I'm take a, I'm a take a break cause I'm gonna dump a loaf.
And then I pause I go like HRRRG *pffft* Ah
Where were we? Oh right,
I can't even comprehend the words that he's saying
If I were him I'd better start playing, praying,
Because these mad rhymes that I am laying,
Aren't to be taken for granted is all that I'm saying!
And I could do it all god damn day and,
And Rob will say- And all Rob will say is "God damn!"
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Track 4
00:49
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Track 6
00:29
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Track 7
00:25
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Track 8
00:21
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[Some things are OK in moderation,
But don't over do it, man, drugs are bad.]
[You can use it! Don't abuse it! x2]
DJ Theodore:
When I get stupid to the point where I'm mentally mad,
Dugga dugga dugga, so I simply must brag,
About the dope, I'm a lope, a dope dope, a dope-a dope,
My name is Theo-dope, I just smoked some dope,
After doing some dope, some dope... *Beatbox noises*
[Get outta my way!]
(Instrumental)
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10. |
Track 10
00:56
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Track 11
00:20
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Track 12
01:18
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MC Mar - T.
Hey, Theodore, I just wanted to call to let you know that your music fuckin' sucks, fag!
*phone hanging up*
DJ Theodore:
Uh, O-OK, let's just, let's just get back to the music.
Get back- get back to the music.
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13. |
Check it Out
00:52
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Track 14
01:00
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DJ Theodore - Raindrops
01:06
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[Raindrops are falling on my head
And just like the guy who's feet are too big for his bed
Nothing seems to fit those
Raindrops are falling on my head
They keep falling.]
Dj Theodore:
These mother fucking
Raindrops are falling on my head
Cos I forgot to bring a mother fucking
Umbrella with my dumb ass
Starting to think I've gone past the
marginal line drawn by the syndication,
I grab my cash, then I dash, going to my destination
[What the fuck, it never fucking fails]
Dj Theodore:
I walk next door to the dollar store,
pick up an umbrella from aisle four
Thing fell apart about a half an hour later,
grab my gat, tip my hat
say "Peace, see you later"
[Raindrop, droptop,
Smoking the cook in the crock pot]
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DJ Theodore:
Bitch.
Joey Meatballs (Dylan):
-t's a good beat. That's good!
Robbie Pastrami:
Dylan is a bitch, a bitch bitch bitch.
Warlock, mage, I don't give a shit.
Bitch, bitch! Bitch! Bitch, bitch, bitch!
You are a fuck-ing lit-tle bitch!
Bitch, bitch, bitch bitch. What?
Bitch, bitch, bitch bitch.
DJ Theodore:
Bi-bitch!
Bitch.
And you better like it, bitch!
Trust me, you won't be disappointed.
[I'll take seven MC's, put 'em in a line,
Shoot 'em and sell they clothes to get my wisdom teeth pulled.]
[Sendin this out to Miami!
Sendin this out to Miami!
Sendin this out to Miami!
Sendin this out to Miami!
-to Miami! -to Miami!
-to Miami! -to Miami!]
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Sean T. - Freestyle
01:19
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Sean T:
A'ight, yo... listen to it.
Yo, it's Sean T., straight off the streets,
I don't even give a fuck if you bring your piece,
Because I'm straight up streets, yeah I'm straight off the curb.
Motha fucka, Sean T., motha fucka, you heard?
And then I'll punch you in your mouth,
yeah I'll knock your lights out.
Hit you in the lip, just like this, knock your lights out.
I don't even give a fuck, nigga fuck you out,
Because I'm gonna come and fuck you and your fuckin crowd,
Because I'm comin through, I'mma do what I do,
Because I'm pullin dush dush right out the fuckin boot,
Gonna fuckin take a blunt, and I'mma smoke that too
Motha fucka I don't give a fuck what you do,
Because I'm comin and I'm runnin, I'm gunnin and I'm comin,
and I'll add your fuckin peoples, and I'm comin, and I'm gunnin,
I'm runnin, I'm comin, I'm comin your way,
with the AK motha fucka don't get hit with this fuckin stray,
Cause I'm comin and I'm riggin your way,
Because I, gotta get that while I be this way
Because I, gotta hit it up, gotta spit it up, if you wanna-
Roommate:
Hey we're going right now if you want a ride.
We're going now.
Sean T:
I'll be back.
DJ Theo:
Aight
Sean T:
Yo, that just made me put some shit in my mind.
DJ Theo:
Aight, be ready.
Sean T:
Heh, I will be ready.
Yo, the last time I spit-
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Track 19
00:46
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Track 20
00:24
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Track 21
00:35
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Track 22
01:00
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Track 23
00:28
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25. |
Track 25
01:11
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26. |
Track 26
01:07
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27. |
Outro
00:27
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