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.

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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?

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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.

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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--