Oh fare thee well, I must be gone and leave you for a while, wherever I go, I will return if I go ten thousand miles If I go If I go If I go ten thousand miles Oh ten thousand miles, it is so far to leave me here alone, while I may lie, lament and cry, and you'll you'll not hear my mourn and you'll no you'll no you'll not hear my mourn The crow that is so black, my Lord, will change his color white, if ever I should prove false to Thee, the day will turn to night yes the day yes the day yes the day will turn to night

Derek Piotr: Perm, perm, home perm, home perm done by yourself/yourself the elf/home perm, perm, parm, parmesan, parmesan cheese/parmesan cheese and you're hair please/please get on your knees bitch and suck my dick, yeah give me head/That's what I said, "Go to bed!"/and then you'll be like Right Said Fred/And--and--and--and feel so sexy/And you're next to me/And--and it's havin' a good time/Because I rhyme, and this is a rap/go take a nap, you heard what I said!/Go to bed!/Parmesan cheese in your hair, don't care/Wash your teeth out like you are in your underwear/and you can--you can grab a dick and--and suck it/But fuck it!/No, no, wait wait wait wait wait wait/Procreate, masturbate/um, recreate when you masturbate/and then it might land into your, uh, vajayjay and you'll procreate/so, like I said, don't hate!/just--just, um, contemplate!/and--and get it straight though!/actually get it gay, that's what I say/you heard what I said!/"go to bed!"/turn the radio on, you're such a clown/don't frown, you're down!/I'll pick you up/I'll--I'll--I'll take you in--in a car, in--in a Ford™/um, I'm kind of bored, so I think I will/your name is Jill/we'll go to that hill/we'll blow up your crown/and then you'll frown, but I'll pick you up/in my truck/and then we'll fuck!/yeah, you heard what I said!/go to bed/go to bed!/Right Said Fred/I'm out Reuben Walton: oooo... Derek Piotr: And gunnar sun sidar, endenogatai, endenogatai-dah/I am strong in his hands, I am beyond me/On my own I am human, and I do faults/I do confess, I feel you trickling down shoulders from up above/I turn myself in, I give myself up/Volunteer, you own me, I'm yours/I do my best/and breathe on your chest/A generous palmstroke, the hugest of hugs/Undo this privacy/Embrace, embrace me/Embrace me, embrace me, em Derek Piotr: So Reuben? Reuben Walton: Yeah? Okay. Derek Piotr: Are you ready? Now? Reuben Walton: Mhm. Derek Piotr: Anyone who had a heart, anyone who had a heart, anyone who ever dreamed would look at me and know I dream of you/Anyone who ever knew would look to me, and know how much I love you/knowing I love you so/anyone who had a heart would look to me, would look at me, and know I dream of you/every time you're away, I always say, "This time is goodbye,"/This time, love you the way I do, I would stay, and say, "I love you, dear,"/anyone who ever had a heart, anyone who had a heart, would look at me/would look at me and know I dream of you/anyone who ever had a heart/anyone who ever dreamed would look at me and know I dream of you/loving you the way I do, I take you back, because I do or die me, knowing I love you so/anyone who ever had a heart, done/ Brian Hayes: (Vocalizing) Derek Piotr: Unless you breathe in, bravely/Oh, and your lungs, they're mourning, tipi-style, all the stillborn love that a-could have happened/all the moments you should have embraced/all the moments you should have not locked out/understand, so clearly/it's the clock and the flame make it again/every cieling is in the on the pure street to out of me of the new flaming/allsirrunser I have done the unconfessional the old country/veins, veins, veins, veins, all the rebate...(vocalizing)/predate, lift your mare

Amber Scanlan: Who single, drown in the muthafuckin' reason/and I don't like Uma Thurman and I don't even know why people squirm when they see her, she's just another muthafuckin' German/and I wonder why I think it so much, they must be high or have shit on them/they must be smokin' too good/ew, don't even know who them, who it be holding blood, fuckin' real, real muthafuckin' clan Reuben Walton: ill evil, down in the crack/straight ooze, so bad, Lauren McBride... Amber Scanlan: It's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like...

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Reuben Walton: Yeah, you're not gonna turn it down. Hehehe. (Coughs) In Miami. Amber Scanlan: Like you don't even know, how-ow ridiculous. Like, the guy was bright blonde, with, with. Dog, with the boat. Krysta Leigh Gilmette: Get out of here. Yeah, we'll call from here to get more. RW: Yeah, I know, it's all I height. Brittany Gannon: Oh, I think Jerry wants to go. Oh yes! John Ryan Cardoza: Destroy you! BG: Oh, yes...Little kid socks! Oh! KLG: Don't forget my snack wrap! Behind you! BG: Move, move, move, move, you stupid-ass hoe! Don't you fucking people know how to drive? JRC: Where are you from? The plate says Massachusetts. BG: I don't have to have to fuck you. JRC: You, too, you look like you smoke in the back. BG: FOH!!! KLG: I love how, like, Al Capones really do... Yeah, well, what the fuck are you looking at, bitch? Like, what the hell? Bitch I'll run you over. JRC: How? You're not even driving. BG: Dude, she'll find a way. She'll take that bitch's own car and run her over. Fuck Ohio! RW: Fuck the Nasty 'Natti! AS: (sighs) KLG: ...Cuddle with you. RW: Oh, I thought you said, "cut it with you". Like in that song, "Some Cut". BG: Everyone's outside, dude, like homie! KLG: Don't forget my snack wrap. BG: (singing) Bitch, get on your knees and suck my dick. Bitch get on your knees and suck my dick until my balls get wet and then I cum in your eye and then I poke you in the eye with my twelve-inch cock! And then I fuck your mouth! And then your couch! Hey, that rhymes! AS: God... BG: Fuck Falmouth, and all its whores! Let's go to the homeless shelter! Bums, bums, bums, let's hang out with some bums! RW: Crackheads! BG: No, if we're hanging out with crackheads, we'll just hang out with Kaeli Conley! No, she really does smoke crack. Move the fuck out of the way! Suck my dick, you dumb bitch! JRC: I dare you, I DARE you! KLG: (laughs) BG: Fuck Burger King™! KLG: I hate Burger King™, Burger King™ can suck my dick. BG: Stupid whores, go home! You won't make any money! RW: Trust me. JRC: Go home! BG: Go home, whores! JRC: I mean, like, what the fuck are they trying to do, GET hit? BG: Seriously! JRC: Go home, please! BG: Oh, suck my dick, please! RW: (laughs) BG: Orange juice!

Amber Scanlan: Sound, whoa!/Jillian Newton scrapin' her tits on the ground/Yeah, it's too late to milk her boobs, it's too late/I said it's too late to milk her tits, it's too late/she moved on with a cow/ Reuben Walton: (in background singing high-pitched vocalizing) Amber Scanlan: Shut up Reuben, shut up Reuben. She moved on to another cow/yeah, I said it's too late to molest Newton/it's too late to fill up her boobs and milk bubs/it's too late to milk her boobs/it's way too late in the nighttime/call her up, it's three o'clock a.m./(vocalizing) Why? Why, Jillian, Why, Jillian, Why, Jillian, are you such a whore? Reuben Walton: Got you ten feet off the ground/

Amber Scanlan: Yeah, do it. Reuben Walton: What! AS: Do it! (Gasps) What? Why is it way up here? RW: I don't know. AS: Whatever. RW: He had a balloon in the--in the room...(fades)

Amber Scanlan: Sound, whoa!/Jillian Newton scrapin' her tits on the ground/Yeah, it's too late to milk her boobs, it's too late/I said it's too late to milk her tits, it's too late/she moved on with a cow/ Reuben Walton: (in background singing high-pitched vocalizing) AS: Shut up Reuben, shut up Reuben. She moved on to another cow/yeah, I said it's too late to molest Newton/it's too late to fill up her boobs and milk bubs/it's too late to milk her boobs/it's way too late in the nighttime/call her up, it's three o'clock a.m./(vocalizing) Why? Why, Jillian, Why, Jillian, Why, Jillian, are you such a whore? RW: Got you ten feet off the ground/ Derek Piotr: (Vocalizing) DP: Here, I am able, to be some, you're my vitamin. (vocalizing) He'll throw the hair, he'll afford the fear, you form a score, how a vitamin. (vocalizing) You're my vitamin. (vocalizing) left to us, left to us, (vocalizing) left to us (vocalizing) left to us, left to us.

Chorus: Amber Scanlan and Reuben Walton: All, I drank it all, I drank it all, I drank it all, I drank it all, I drank it, look at the water bottle bottles on the ground, look at the water bottles on the ground, look look at the water bottles... RW: A wee wee-- AS: I used a little lime for zing and zen/and then I used a little lemon and put it in/ and then I put a little vodka in it and mixed it 'round/and then I said drink it down/. RW: Drink it down/make it frown/like a clown/at-- English Man: You will know it is time to turn the page. AS: Ow. RW: Say that again. AS: Stop, drop and trickle/Quarters, dimes and nickles/Fo' shizzle, bizzle/I'm gonna sign my initials/Um, bizzle? Naw, f'shizzle, I'm gonna just drizzle on your muthafuckin' bizzle, dizzle/. You think you a pizzle? You ain't no pizzle./I'm at a pizzle, bizzle, and I'm gonna sizzle/your fizzle. Chorus AS: Blossomin' in the back/baby birds blossomin', and they be smokin' crack and gin/look lookin' they're, they're sinnin', swimmin'/sinnin' in linen/they're biddin' on, beat. Da, da da da da, da da da da, dana da da da, dana da da da Biddin' on beat, dana da da, dana da da, dana da da, pshhhhhh!!! Silence. SHUT UP! Silence. SHUT UP! Silence. SHUT UP! Silence. SHUT UP! Silence. SHUT UP. Silence. SHUT UP! RW: Misty Lynch. AS: Si--. RW: Holly Lynch. Hollulance, hollulance, baker's man/bake me a cake as slow as you can/so I can watch you cook it. AS: Pattycake, pit, pattycake, wattycake, gangsta pies/Walkin' around, and shakin' my, shakin' my thighs/so so caramel, so tan/it makes you wanna be a man, makes you wanna be a man/You a man in the back of the plan/shakin', shakin' all your game/. Shake your gams? Hey, ma'am, excuse me, I like your gams. Oh, my legs? You like my legs? I like your gams, damn. What, you love my legs? You love my legs? I like your gam. Damn--What? You like my legs? Why you like my legs? Do you--. RW: I love yo' legs, I love playin' pegs, I love eatin' lots of 'dro/eat it down, shit it out, and smoke it up some mo'./Just kidding, 'cause I'm so fitting/and I'm mo' fifty/50 Cent looks like a monkey. AS: I feel the cigarettes under my seat! Okay, everyone, now, we're gonna take the bread, and we're going to eat it. Tech N9ne! Dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun, it's the religion that you don't want to be, lieve in!! Oh, don't home. Don't hurt, don't sluck. RW: Wait, I wanna see what's on the radio. AS: Are you bein' a slut? Are you being a slut? Chorus AS: Up a butt, slut, what, in my slit AS and RW: WHAT? AS: Slit slut/I'm gonna cut your, I'm gonna cut your bitch, bud/I'm gonna cut your bitch butt, slit slut, I'm gonna slit a slut/What, you think I won't fuck her in the butt, huh?/You don't think I'm gonna kill her? Don't think I'm gonna kill a hoe?/nigga that's how it goes, you didn't know?/This is how it goes, this is how it works/why are you walkin' 'round, why you tryin' to hurt?/If you don't resist--. RW: (Beatboxes) My name's Pitbull and I'm here to say/I got a dog's name, but I can jitay/and I'm from Canaday, and I'm way too way/wadin' in the water, what you really know, Jay?/Goin' Dre, goin' Dre/I'm Jay, I'm a nurse, I'm already in the first, and I wrote it in the first, and I'm on the first, first worth, first purse/bought a purse at Macy Gray/then had a basic ray/ace eat hay/ace eat hay/face eat ray/gimme some ray/gimme some red. AS: Macy Gray, Macy Gray, Macy Gray/made me gay/just kidding, I was gay before she went gray/um. RW: Then she went to haywire, rayfire, don't he really wanna come home and raytire, just kidding, rayvire, get all in the raywire, high wire/goin' like I don't know, fly higher/ fly higher than a kite, myer/Like a myer byer?/Pants on fire?/Hang your pants from the telephone wire? AS: Dazed/cuz this nigga tryin' to keep me phased/but I ain't phased, nigga , I walk around, so dazed in a daze, there's so much haze/. Can't even see, and I can't even say/. It's a, it's like a maze, I can't even see/. It's so cloudy, and I really gotta pee/. I just drop down, squat down/and you know, and, uh, you know how the fuckin' block goes down/. Take a piss, in the middle of the mist/. Don't know where I am, who gives a shit?/No one's around 'cause there's no one can see me/It's so fuckin' hazey, and it's so fuckin' smoky/Can you see me? Can you smell it? Can you smell the piss? RW: Smell the piss/smell the wrist/smell the wrist, 'cause I sprayed it with perfume/And I'm a hearse cume/like Colton Hume, AS: Smell the wrist? RW: ..and I'm tellin' you to get off the beach like a war fume/. AS: Smell the whip? RW: My family owned this beach since the 1900's, just kidding, it was five years ago, or seven fake, nine, eight years ago. What are you talkin' 'bout? You're a redneck, what is goin' on here? Tellin' us to get off the beach in the reety reet. Reety freety, reety, freety. AS: Even. RW: Even. Oh, yeah. AS: Better put some beads on your whore, better put some beads on that whore, better put some beads on they whores. RW: Throw some D's on that muhfucka. AS: Go Chunkles. RW: Can you handle this? Tell me can you handle this?/Tell me can you handle this?/Derek Randall this, gonna go in a pan of piss?/Yeah, go tangent keep, tan for free/pans of G, covered with he/Mexican keep to the do' at night/give me a key at the flo' I'm a dyke/I'm hype, I'm kite/I'm everything you might-might ite/right right/like a dyke-H right pace/go to the right slafe/okay? Dyke hay, dyke hay, give me some hash, gimme the farm/lots of farm, and I'm beatin' the darm/readin' the farm, and I'm keepin' the darm/get in the darm, and I'm eatin' those harm/and those larn, Gimme candy farm?/Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait Randy Far?/Crandy Bar? Tangy bar?/Randy randy randy randy randy fanny fanny fanny?/You come and get it, Danny Danny Danny Wanny Wanny?/Happy homa in the ranny ranny ranny ranny/Start renting a ranny cranny cranny?/Cranny cranny cranny danny danny janny janny tanny tanny/Danny O'Brien, hanny hoe Brian?/slammin' on Fraymond, Sandy O'Brien/Go Brian and Ryan, ridin' around/gettin' mo' mileage than Brian the Rine/You like those rings? Tie 'em up good/fry 'em up when you're in the hood, what would/Brett Pood Brett Pood/Red is good, eatin' food AS: Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah. RW: The same old food from the couch every night. Chorus AS: Em hah I'm aeyahay, Mom, Mom. I'll only tell you if you give me lemonade. RW: What you're being? AS: No! (Laughs) RW: What? AS: No, Um.. RW: ..doing. AS: (Laughs) I don't know, I was just-- RW: What were you just doing? AS: What were you just... RW: No.. AS: What were you just doing? Both: What were you just doing? (Both laugh) AS: That sounds so much better. RW: What were you just doing? AS: That's like Mrs. Palmer way. And who--who would say, "What were you just doing?", Daphne? RW: (Laughing) Daphne.. AS: And, what were-- What were you just doing? Gabe. RW: (Laughs) AS: And.. RW: What were you just doing? AS: (Laughs) That's Allie, of course... RW: What? AS: ...so dumb. What were you just doing? RW: Okay. AS: What were you-- What were you just doing? RW: (Laughs)...What--What--What the fuck were you just doing right there? What the fuck were you just doing right there? AS: What the fuck... RW:..were you just doing right there? AS: What the fuck... Both: Were you just doing right there? What the fuck were you just doing right-- RW: (Laughs) That's the best, What the fuck were you doing just right there? What were y--What the fuck were you just doing right there? AS: What the fuck were y--

Verse 1: Reuben Walton: Uh, yeah, get right, get it poppin'/shawty do that poppin' lockin'/'till they get that poppin' droppin'/better fuckin' drop it drop it pop it/don't get it, stop it stop it-it/you really wanna get that gin/you really wanna smoke that Hen/you really wanna party it up/you really wanna not give a fuck/you really wanna low that hoe/blow it up blow it low and mo'/get mo' 'dro, get mo' hoes, screw it up and load some mo'/weed in the bone 'n' you don't know/we don't know no bowl/unh, yeah, get it right, get it get it pop shawty get it good get it nice shawty/and, I'm hotter than a muthafuckin' bitch, and I'm so hot/I'm hotter than a bitch, look at my slitty eyes/shit, I'm not a Luke, I'm just lookin' nosed, I multiply/you better multiply yo' shit/you better get it good and big/you better make it good and shit/you better fuckin' make it good, bitch/y'all hoes better make that 'dro/face goin' 'round the pole/they could be dancin' on the pole all night/yeah and he's payin' the stripper to fuck you twice/oh, and she fucked Obie Trice/yeah, he's lookin' so damn 'n' nice/I wanna suck your dick, man, and fight/oh, and I'm out of proportion, yeah yeah yeah, and I'm so stoned, so high/don't know it, so bry/aww ohh, man, y'all/I ain't drinkin' no mo'/I'm just takin' it home and bring it to phone/and shake it and moan/and I'm so bone, so prone, and so grown/so rone, and so pwned, and I'm so Pono Chorus 2x Amber Scanlan: Bless you, bless you (clattering pot) break it down! Bless you, bless you Make it go 'round! Bless you, Bless you Verse 2: AS: (Singing) And my name is Farley Russell/Harvey Russell/I popped another vessel/In my chest, in my back, in my back/(coughs) And I hate that INVALID Scrubs", and on the fifth day of January, um, the weed said to Me, "Your cat is so cute, may I borrow it?", and I said, "How can a plant take care of a--"/Ohh, honey, honey, kitty-kat kitty-kat/Ouch, ow, you're a dirty kitty, you're a nasty, filthy kitty Chorus 2x Verse 3: AS: (Singing/talking/rapping) Ew, what if you, what if anyone/um, tried to sneeze, on someone's gun/fifteen, of the fun/On the bomb, on a WHAT?/Get down RW: Wait, I'm gonna record you. AS: Get around/take it 'round and 'round/Shake it down shake it down shake it down, shake it, da na ner ner ner ner ner, da na ner, dern, ch ch ch ch, der der, doo/Did he just bless you, I mean, did he sneeze? RW: He just hit the spoon. AS: (Gasps) (Singing) Mmm, why you lyin' to a lug again, lug again.../You lyin' to a lug again, a lug again.../There's a dark cat in the s-- Chorus 2x Verse 4: AS: (Rapping) Any pups that you need to get/gotta get a lot of fuckin' bread/gotta get a lot, a lot of fuckin' head/This is what you do, this is your fuckin' job, what you gonna do, nigga, when you on, you laid off/when you get laid off, when you get laid, or you get knocked up, or you get fat?/Nobody's gonna like you very much, are they? RW: Where the dreads at? Oh, the beat came back, wait, what good really happened there?/I didn't really wanna have to prepare/stabbed the pear/and I had to go to that whole World Federalists thing/and you know they got better things/Better thangs to do, settle them rings/And the phone never rings/so they never answer the phone/'cause they're never down to hear the tone/every single night, they home AS: My rocks and my gin, got mo' gin, ain't no mo', hoe/hoe, camera ain't even workin', Reuben RW: It is now. AS: Oh, it's Reuben, I mean it's workin', and that was right, Reuben/(sniffs) it's right, Reuben/and it's fight, Reub-Reuben/fight music/D12! RW: Hoe! AS: Cocaine! RW: An' ah, I fuckin' snort cocaine/Just kidding, 'cause I'm not a coke-cokehead, and I don't braid AS: (in background) Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up! AS: Pimpin', pimp pimpin'?/Puerto Rican and I'll show you freakin'/You're freakin' like a leakin'/Leakin' you're leakin' from your, you're leakin' from your/You're leakin' from your V's/Leakin' from your knees/You're leakin' from your Va-Va-Va-Va-Va-Va/Leakin' from your vajayjay/Your vajayjay, strip in front of your-your nay-nays/Jeans are so same, ma RW: Got vajayjay like Oprah/And you know I got okra nellid in the b-back/And you know I'm eatin' it in the 'llac/'Cause we just went-went to Subway/And you know I got enough hay, 'nuff hay/And you know I really want to fuck Dre/Just kidding, 'cause he's, he's probably had a lot of women and sinnin' and trimmin' and brimmin'/and yeah I got the bittie gribbies/got big titties, and hit sh-shitties/and you know I got these hoe-girls that shimmy-shimmy/and I really wanna, really wanna g-get, I don't know, and no skinny jeans in the back of the class every sin-single night AS: Why am I mo-- Oh, I'm not movin'/(singing) Then he must die!/(talking) w-what's the weight limit?/(rapping) Oh oh oh oh, here-here's my jam/here's a m-my ma'am/here's Pam/Pam on the side of the road/Damn! Pam, on the side of my-- of my mode/Damn! RW: (laughs)

Amber Scanlan: --Alman, Salman, you wanna sell me sin?/You wanna sell me some sand?/Salman, Salman/Welman? (echo: Welman) Reuben Walton: (Voiceover) This is for promotional use only. AS: Did you know Velma's velman?/Sh-she's Belgian?/What? Did you know Eddie's movin'? RW: What? AS: To Florida, he's movin' back. RW: Movin' back/To the cap/don't dote it back/screw-screw the Pats/screw the Pats/ AS: Eww, he's movin'... Chorus: AS: He's movin' back to Florida right now, da na da na na na na na na na na na na na naaa, he's movin' da da da da/(2X) RW: Wait, do that again. AS: Da na da na da da da da! RW: And then we just go, like, you go "Da da da da da", and I'll go "Da da na na na na". RW: Da da. AS: Da da. Eww! RW: Do it! AS: (faster) Da da! RW: No, ew! AS: (fast way) Da Da! RW: No, not at all, Amber. You're supposed to go "Da...Da" AS: You, get down, get down. RW: That's what happens when I, itch my balls and I got it right back/cuz they had to send them away for a night/Seroo gavignon, ooh for someone to be used to it, oh wine, oh charpay chardonnay, seroo gavignon/ Gorilla Zoe: Big block, homie! RW: All my ladies, put-put up your wine like this/Put up the wine like this/fine-ass dregs in this bitch/taste good too, we rich/this bitch, get, drinkin' on the wine that's in the back do'/those people were lookin' at Me, but I knew they had a track hoe/ooh, and a bowl!/it's-- AS: Take pictures. No, stop, quick. AS: --Rectum?? (laughs) Dylan Bozora: (laughs) AS: What if you could do that, would if you could like-- RW: That is the most disgusting thing-- AS: No, shut up! Let me finish, what if you could vacuum the balls in the shape of a dick? AS: Because when I try to rap/I try to, place my fingers on a map/and I try to tell ya/day of Christmas, the weed said to me: "I'm gonna go to Ha-Hawaii to get Maui Wowee, and I'll be back in 10 days."/so ten days later, there were 2 pigeons, and they brought two $20 sacks, and they dropped it on the porch/and they said, "I'm gonna be poor.", and I said, "Why?" and they said they needed Me to give them money for it. So I said, "Poor pigeons, I will, feed you a few seeds."/And then, they chirped, and then they went on their way, and, um...then they went pee/and so I proceeded into the apartment and I went into the entryway/And then I started smokin' some haze, and you KNOW how cheeva/and then Reeva came in the back door and I freaked out and burned my hands 'cause they were sore-- I put my hand on a burning stove!/Yes, I put my hand on a burning stove/I was so shocked that she knew where I lived, besides how did she get in?/Besides, how did she get in?/Did Tiger turn the doorknob, or did he just turn around? Did he just-- What? What? RW: Nothing. AS:...did he just meow, or did he just...say, "Meow meow"?/Um, so Reeva turned around, and she ran out the back door/'cause I screamed a couple hours and called her a whore/moley moley/um, there's someone coley coley/um um, cooley, colay, (coughs)/Aney land, aney land, aney land, aney land, aney land, aney land, aney land, aney land/Bitches get yo camera/Get yo camera on, get your camera on/break it down, nigga, get your camera o-on/turn your camera on, turn your camera off RW: Turn it all around, 'till you hit the bong Darren Paul Hicks: I said it was breakin'. RW: I kn-know. I was gonna say that. AS: Tell me mo', tell me tell me mo'... RW: Oh, he umm...what happened? DPH: Well, that's about it...um...I tried to tell you something a long time ago, he was (indistinct) RW: Oh yeah. AS: When all the... RW: How is, um, how, h-h--is my face still gray? DPH: No. AS: Nope, it's--it is a pearly peach color. DPH: (laughs) AS: You're like Hurley, the big bird! DPH: (laughs) AS: Hurley the big bird snowman! Chorus RW: He's a drunk. RW: Mine by the do, boy. RW: (Coughs, looping) Oh yeah. (Coughs, looping)

Reuben Walton: (Spoken introduction) 'Cause they don't know what reality did. Yo, there's a lot of muthafuckas up in here that don't really know reality. Well, I'm back up in this bitch. Reality, re--'bout show these muthafuckas what reality is, 'bout to show 'bout to show these muthafuckas what reality is. RW: Yeah, we back/diamonds pressed up against the wood grain, swishin' crack/smokin' crack like Holly Bourque/eatin' right, Holly Bourque and Holly Fork/eatin' a fork at night, eatin' a fork, swallow it, poop it right out, the particles'll come, he's comin' off the spork/the comin' off just got an abort-hole/run over like a hoe/run over coke and 'dro/coke and 'dro, coke and snow, 'till her whole brain fell out of her skull/like Eminem/feminine, so unfeminine she's a scabies and got cancer/wancer, prancin' around like Prance Prancer/Lance Prancer, Lance Bass? Lance Bass is gay but so am I, so am I/ cover it with rye, then sew it right/cover it with dye/dye my hair, dye my bear Chorus: Diamonds pressin' up against the wood grain wheel, ay! (2x) Diamonds pressin' up, diamonds pressin' up, diamonds pressin' up against the wood grain wheel, ay! RW: Hey, dirt. Sippin' on bub/sippin' on the bud/got so drunk off some orange juice and Rubinoff™/rub it off, rub it off like a paper soft/off of the state/coppin' the Cape/Cape, small, and we'll make, lemonade/Many men higher/don't know who the fuckin' man is, wait, wait, no, no, no, no, he kinda looks like Brian if he got a little higher/wait, not Brian Guest. Chorus: Diamonds pressin' up against the wood grain wheel, ay! (2x) Diamonds pressin' up, diamonds pressin' up, diamonds pressin' up against the wood grain wheel, ay! RW: Where the fake brats up to? To large, and no one came to rap on the track, and I'm doin' it all by myself like a muthafuckin' lion/ lyin' like Lil Jon and lyin' to the cops lyin' in the morning, lyin' like Ryan/good, lookin' like a dyke ridin' a bike at night/a total fool at night, on a cold winter night in a fight/. Get in a fight on a bike at the same time/, 'cause I still can drive, still can drive/, like a jigga at night, why I can tell you where what, so many rhymes/so many dimes, so many crimes/so many, so many crimes and misdemeanors/so many crimes and missed the heaters/Fix the heaters?/Fuck the heaters, man, I'll stay cold Chorus: Diamonds pressin' up against the wood grain wheel, ay! (2x) Diamonds pressin' up, diamonds pressin' up, diamonds pressin' up against the wood grain wheel, ay! RW: Man I'm just smackin' my lips/smackin' my hips/smackin' my dick/smack my rips, even though I ain't got none/got blunt, wait, I really don't feel comfortable talkin' in that muthafuckin' voice at night/look at night, mad height, feenin' over the flyest kite,/ flyer the bite, fly it in the right row right, right?/Right? Right?/got all the questions right on the test/That's right I'm the best/write in the rest/right door is the spinnik at night, fuckin' why I can fly a kite/obsessed with Hanson. Amber Scanlan:...And bongs, and, um, and, oh, what the hell, sherlocks, and-- (Phone rings) RW: Hello? Jennifer Egloff: Reuben, are you at the house, or are you gone? RW: No. What house? JE: What, you got picked up by Amber? RW: Oh, yeah, yeah, no, I got picked up by Amber, I'll be back like late. JE: Oh, okay, I just didn't know when you got picked up, 'cause I'm not home now. So I'll see you in a little bit. RW: Okay bye. JE: Bye. AS: And then, and then, no, what happened was, alright whatever, it was with Gareth. RW: Gareth Wareth... AS: I can't believe she did that, like, who the fuck does that? And then, oh! And then, guess what? And then, she, um, Eddie had his dick out, in front of Me and Gabe. And, what? RW: I'm recording. John "Jake" Ridge: What? AS: Cool, good for you. Did you just-- Oh my god. You are fuckin'... I am not repacking the bowl 'cause you did that. J"J"R: I know. AS: Alright. J"J"R: It's cool. AS: I thought you blew it out. Reuben one time coughed into the bowl. RW: I know, because you were--I, I can't deal with someone else hitting the carb for me, because I can't control it, and that would make me cough more. AS: Uhh, what was I saying..What was I saying? What was I saying, Rube? J"J"R: (Laughs) AS: (Laughs) I don't even remember what I was saying. (Laughs) That's not good. Wait, was it Jocelyn? Okay, before the carb, what was I talking about... Oh yeah! Okay, so anyway, she had, Eddie, um, it was Me, Eddie, Jocelyn, and Gabe and... Eddie took out his dick, and then she put her head right next to it, and then, Gabe did the motion to, like, hit her, hit her with the cock, and then, um, Eddie did, and she didn't seem phased by it, and then she was just, like, playin' with it in front of Gabe, for, like, about 15 minutes, and, just, like, bein', like, fuckin' cock-whipped, and then.. RW: So cock-whipped... AS: So ridiculous, dude, that, no, like, who does that shit? That's just fuckin' low. RW: G-Get low, nig. AS: Where'd you get the haircut? You got a buzz? What? RW: Like, where'd you get that, like, where'd you get that thing? J"J"R: You guys have a lighter? RW: That "that's not was he said" thing? AS: What? Oh, I don't know, talking to people in third person. (Laughs) Dude, d'you--. 'Cause everyone loves... That's-- RW: He asked me for it. AS: ...Number, especially not Luke, and, don't even, like, I don't know where he gets off sayin'--I have one, I just fuckin' need to top it up, no, I need to get a plan, because after I run out of minutes I'm-- RW: Okay, now--Now we can put--Now we can be more Matmos-like when we do that, okay, now I'm gonna--Yeah, wait-- Derek Piotr: From you, star, a tearful, free per minute, free per minute, I go through time, I'm all in, each, forgive your... AS: I wanna smoke some skunk and then the apostle said, "You can talk," I think I took some sh-- RW: Go. Luke-Aaron Heart: Be trippin' these niggas I'm serious/be trippin', I'm fuckin' furious/be rippin' up them hoes/be slappin' down them do's,/they be fuckin' up on them bein' like little scoze./What the fuck is scoze?/I don't even know, because it's dope shit/and I know I'm dope shit/it's okay to be afraid of it bitch don't be playin'/fuckin' with me man suck my dick/I'll blast you in your face nigga don't try bitch/Oh, fuck them hoes/'Cause bitch pop bottles/if ya ain't, bitch swallow/then, suck my dick, and then get low-- AS: (Laughs) RW: (Beatboxes) AS: Can you do anything else? LH: Hey, yeah.

Don Lappin: Start? Amber Scanlan: Promise it, I don't know, I might be-- Reuben Walton: Start rapping. AS: Okay. Tech. What? You don't make any sense! Sense, sense, sense, sense, sense. Chorus (2x): AS: I'm feelin' fucked today/I got fucked today/in the dirty ass I spread my cheeks and screamed out loud/I said, "What the fuck? Why the fuck--" alright, there's a cop beside me and I feel so in-- I'm feelin' fucked today/I got fucked today in the AS: Sayin' right now, there's a cop behind me, and I'm done, I'm ridin' low/right now, try to catch me ridin' dirty on a show right now, yo--/ AS: Nigga yo nigga what up nigga? It's the interlude/it's the remix, it's the interlude/um, I'm gonna make you nude/in about 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. 5, 4,-- 5, 4,-- 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. You better welcome a couple prostitutes into the secluded room and get it on right now/'cause you're a fuckin' hoe and we all know right now/we break it down and we get around right now/we recycle hoes in the back of the do'/in the back of the 'dro/ smokin' lots o' 'dro/fuckin' lots o' hoes/and you don't wanna know how many hoes we fucked/don't wanna is how many hoes we fucked in the butt, in the slit/fucked, fucked around with the clit little bit/dick got his dick sucked/muthafucka got his dick sucked up in the butt, muthafucka/What happens stays in this room/what happens, goes around plays in its room, nigga/You be watchin' N, watchin' Nog, your noggin be splittin'/splittin' 'n' sinnin'/it came from the, from one branch, just one branch/I'm hangin' from one branch, the branch is gonna fall, it's windy out right now, it's 70 miles per hour/And the branch, is gonna blow me down/but I'm not fuckin' around/'cause I am a tree hugger/I'm a bird/I'm sitting on the goddamn perch/I'm chirpin' and I'm Bird/I'm squawkin' and I'm shittin' my turd/I am eatin' scenes/checkin' on Beebs/checkin' on a couple of kitties/Meow meow meow RW: (laughs) AS: Meow meow meow (laughs), meow meow meow, meow meow meow, reow... RW: My name's Tiger/and I'm runnin' in a Liger. Amber: 35, 45, 55. 35, 45. 35, 45. 45, 35. 45, 35. 45? 45. 45. Forty-forty-forty-forty 45. 45, forty, forty/you funny, homie? Think you're funny, homie?/Walkin' 'round lookin' like you got no money, homie/Lookin' like a slut, homie/got no clothes on/lookin' like a dirty thug, gettin' no hoes on/gettin' no hoes, no clothes/got no money, no dough, no bills, yo/Nobody wanna fuck with you, it ain't no fun, dawg!/Ain't no fun, nigga/Can't roll down the street without no gun, nigga/I can't believe I got this big, I'm the biggest O.G. in the muthafuckin' cigarette. Just kiddin'. I'm the biggest O.G. in the muthafuckin' F-Town, just a town, I know/There can be, G's in the fuckin' hoe/G's in the fuckin' toe/toe to the double n/I'm in the town, you better tow me, you better be doublin'/N N, dub dub W, A, A. N, N, dub dub dub W, A, A. A, A. 'Cause I'm Cape Verdean/feelin' like a bird again/shittin' a turd again in the back/I'm in a toilet/I just came out of, cadillac/My balls are free! Reuben: (laughs) Amber: My balls are free! My balls are free! My balls are free remix! I'm gonna smoke, gonna smoke/go away, bloke/We're gonna get to the hokes/in a couple box/couple, couple, couple socks, couple socks later/couple socks later, couple box later, couple tick-tocks on the clock later/we got to the house/Who's havin' fun with a dirty mouse?/Who's havin' fun with a dirty rat?/Who's havin' fun with a dirty rat in the back, there's no cat!/What's up, nigga, no Snoop Dogg/What's up, nigga, no Snoop Hogg/What's up, nigga? I just made some super bomb cranberry juice. Get down, get it juice, nigga/round and round, nigga/Round and round, nigga/Get down to the flo', pop ya, pop ya big ass, hoe/Pop ya big ass booty to the flo', up down up down/Better better make a, better make it flutter like a butter/Better make it flutter like a butterfly, nigga/Better make it flutter like a butterfly, flutter like a butterfly, fudda/fudda, fudda big butta/you got a big butta, like Buddha/Luda, crazy, crazy, baby/be-- be shakin', shakin' it on them 480's/um, you're--you're a real real lady/with a big curvy bodacious baby/you're bodacious, baby/you be flippin' your hair back, you're bodacious, baby!/And I don't even know, I don't know how these hoes got it goin' on, they're such a slut!/Of course we shoulda known to fuck 'em in the butt before they got really slutty/have a couple rubbers off in my muddy/and there's a couple niggas, couple niggas in the back, in the front, in the back, to the side, side, side/don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, hold! Hold! Put your hands up/put your hands up, put your hands up. What?/What? Put your hands up/ Reuben: Sittin' in the club smokin' lots o' 'dro/gettin' on the back in the Escalo/and you know I got 'dro in the back of the fo'/'cause I'm smokin' lots o' 'dro and I'm in the mo'/'cause my name's Mo Murda, just kidding, 'cause I'm not that girl from the Nasty 'Natti/'Natti 'Natti ratty ratty ratty/. And I'm ratty caddy/and I'm lookin' like catty/and Ally Sutter/and I'm such a dip butter/and I dip butter, eat butter raw, right from the tubber/ Amber: Just got butter on my butt/just got butter on my butt, what?/Just got butter on my butt, huh?/Just got butter on my butt, huh?/Just got butter on my butt, what?/Just got butter on my butt, what?/Just got butter on my butt, break it down!/Butter, butter, don't flirt, don't stutter/like, like, like your mother/like ya moth-- butter, butter, you c-- you're not gonna get out of jail, I just talked to Tony, talked to Tony, gonna get out March 11th, fosho/gonna get out, I'm not kidding, I talked to him last night, hoe/Talked to him last night, homie/fosho Reuben: Fosho. Amber: Hash I got a bush/and I got a little pen and I got a-- got a pad of paper and I'm gonna break it down/Jen, Jenny Lopez? Jenny Lopez?/Jenny, Jenny Lopez, is that you?/You look awfully familiar, are you Jenny from the block?/Jenny from the block? Jenny, last I saw you were suckin' on the cock/suckin' on the cock, big weow... Reuben: And you're Eminem's mom/ Amber: ...weow, weow, what's up with the women, women?/Women, women, swimmin'/they all swimmin' in sperm/they lift it from Germany/they're eatin' a lot o' scat in the back, they're a dirty rat, dirty fuckin', dirty fuckin' pussies, fuckin' pussies, fuckin' pussies... Ouh-ouh.

Derek Piotr: (Vocalizing)

Reuben Walton: In this hanging out in the back in the 'llac/me and my hoes in the club smokin' 'dro in the back/and roll with a backpack/and I hit that bitch with a bat/this one's for all you moms out there: Yeah, I'm a bad ass mutha with a big fat rag/got these niggas on my ass while I toss it up/shawties in the back they still wanna fuck/got these hatas in the back/I can see Beyoncé was walkin' down the street/eatin' all the cheese that she wanted to eat/and they pimped like Perquackey in the 'llackey/ Amber Scanlan: You want a little 'dro, Just call up G-LO/he'll be at your do' in about 24 minutes/and you know in about two hours you'll be drinkin' Hennesey and you'll be so Guiness/you'll be so in it/walkin' 'round in the hallways ballin'/fallin' down and you don't even know where you are crawlin'/hollerin' hollar mountain hollar, drinkin' Mountain Hollar™ cause you-- fuckin' white trash, you like Mountain Hollar, you like Dr. Phil/you like Oprah, you like Jack and Jill/you like Mary Jane, You like Mary Jane?/Is your brain insane?/Is your brain fried, mayne?/Do you take hits of acid, ecstasy, do you take hits of Tech N9ne?/Do you take hits of Tech N9ne? (singing): Takin' hits of Tech N9ne, takin' hits of, Tech N9ne, (spoken):Oh shit, I'm on low. I'm on low, I'm on low/I'm on low I'm gonna drop it to the flo'/how much, how much mo' do you have, dough?/How many doughs do you have, yo?/How many bills do you have, kid?/Huh? Are you gonna answer me?/Are you? Reuben Walton: (singing) Right 'cause I gotta get a m-move on with my life, it's personal my go go get get a big girl now, big girls don't cry. Dan Mahoney: To help you and your family, to help you and your family, to help you-- Amber Scanlan: 25 is the speed limit. Reuben Walton: (in background)Hold, I'll hold it here. Amber Scanlan: 25 is the speed limit/gonna ride, gonna push your limit/ (screaming): PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT! PLUMMEL ON A MINE-AWK STREET!/PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT!/And I ride, I ride down the street/I don't know whether I have five feet/or I have five toes or I have ten toes, five on each foot/five toes on each foot, better give it, shove it in your hoot (pronounced with a schwa "oo" as in "book")/shove it in your hoof/shove it-- Reuben Walton (in background, speaking): Do you have any 'dro? Amber Scanlan: Shove it, shove it between your two poofs/shove it between the two, two cheeks that you have/slice, slice the blab and slice the fab/I hear the gab/hearin' the gossip, hearin' the fab, and it's so fab!/fab fab fab fab, break it down, no parking, towaway/I'll tow you away, blow you away/What, do you think you're a pig? You think you're gay?/Ohww, wicky wicky wicky wicky siders road/and I'm a lighter's road/drinkin' apple cider, on the side of the road/I'm on the side of the road, I just ran out of, ran out of, I ran out of gas, I'm on the side, side of the road/I'm on the side of the lane, side of the road/my car won't move anymo' dough/(fading) dough dough, dough. Reuben Walton: Smoke 'dro!!! Amber Scanlan: Furt frank clothing, on the side of the road/but my name ain't Pam, I'm not a toad/she's homeless, got no home to go to/got no home--fuckin' hobo./ Walk around, faggot/faggot, faggot, you're a faggot!/Fuckin' maggot!/Run around, you fuck a faggot like a laggot/you are (laughs) You talk a lotta slaggot!/Um, do you--, you're a stank-ass hoe, and you rank like chronic in this drank-ass dough!

Reuben Walton: Take me out, tonight, I cannot see here and alive, they rest here, in your car, I--I never never want to go home, because I haven't got one, ahh said, we, of that next, I gem, I sang it because I'm fantasy, of back of the club, I want your mayne, it wasn't here for the darkness of the club, in the darkness of the club/in the darkness of the, club/and the stars, shining brightly for me, in our private galaxy fighters, I've been through a club.../storm in the fry, do not die, goes so hard fast, you might have a seizure/just on me, I long to be up, got of the club/for so long/swiftly made/all were/(Woo! Woo!)/Something to hold on to and he went far, you can go through the/sweetly, don't creep down/come on back to, come on back/stay and stay, but by now he was reach up, we suck/(Woo! Woo!) (Woo! Woo! Woo!) (Sighing) (Woo!) (Woo! Woo!)

Derek Piotr: Hope there's someone, I know, you know whenever, we're heavy, I'm infirm, I do not know what to do, there's a man on my right/going open now/my taxi's waiting out, bada ba ba ba/never again, skeleton of trust/his prophecy, bent pen, collaborates me, set me free/I feel at home whenever/the unknown surrounds me/I see a top, a skeleton of trust right beneath the both of us and you and me/hope that someone will take my heart be nice to hold I wouldn't tundra in me/now that you leave I am infirm; I am vinden, I am infirm; I am sick/I am sick, I am swirling and swirling and swirling and ghost is around me/swirling and swirling and swirling and swirling and swirling/swirl, hit the floor, beverage/I'm guiding my bone up/and I love him still, I love him still, I love him still, I love him still/even on the doorknob electric gold socket, I don't have to speak, ever./and go ahead, beach/I never meant to let you down, I only meant to let you down/go, where do I go/where do I go/I meant to explode, I have better lipstick/my lipstick is mine/make it deep, when I die, where will I go?/I hope someone will make my hearbeat nice to hold/where will I die, die, die, oh/oh whoa, there's a man on my right, oh/Where will I go?/and through the down-cast lashes, I feel the impending doom of disaster/I never meant to let you down, I only meant that you go, softly/and spiral and spiraling, hope that someone will take care of me/When I die, where will I go? Where will I go? Where will I, where will I go?/Where will I go? I am not know what to do with them, or where to put it/I'm so close to tears/I'm so close to simply calling you up, and simply just telling you: I am not made for this pressure, so, please release this, this pressure off me, please release this pressure off me, please release this pressure off me, please release this pre--/um, um, yeah yeah ooh, embrace, you own me, a art, I never let you down, a skeleton of trust/there is relentless restlessness collaborates me, set me free/I feel at home whenever the unknown surrounds me/I see the tough skeleton of trust, right beneath the both of us and you and me/I am blinded by the red noodle for home day/now that you leave, I am infirm, I am infirm, I am infirm; I am sick./I am sick, I am swirling and swirling and swirling, the voltage surround me/I am swirling and swirling and swirling and swirling and swirling/swirling voltage/I have guided my bones out and love them still and love them still and love them, too, I love them/my hands are the doorknob electric gold socket/the doorknob, it speaks, ever incomprehensible speech