Story Behind the Song
Archer had another assignment, which led to this song.
Instead of getting rid of Lil Nicky's verse, we decided to throw a bunch of laser noises on top of it.
Extended Credits:
SuperJer - chorus vocals, bad guitar, arrangement
Archer - vocals, wrote chorus, idea man
BT4 (Brendan McCreary) - beatboxing
Nik Nak (Nick Karabias) - vocals
Freddie Fundz (Zack Muljat) - vocals
MC Bone Marrow (Shaun Johnson) - vocals, orgasm
Suave the Cripple aka Lil Nicky (Isaac F. Gray) - vocals
Peter Russell - wrote a verse
Sean Meyer - good guitar
Ol Dirty Pastor (Marc Stiffler) - vocals
Samples:
mp3.com/funkstation FUNK STATION
mp3.com/freesamples TOP PRODUCTION SAMPLES
mp3.com/highqualityfrees HIGH QUALITY FREE SAMPLES
Lyrics
Nik Nak: Freddie Fundz! like that?
Archer: yes! ok then-
Nik Nak: SuperJer!
Archer: no, no, no, just Freddie Fundz
Nik Nak: sucks ass
Archer: yes!
SuperJer: is this going to be the theme?
Nik Nak: (evil laugh)
[BT4]
(beatboxing)
[Nik Nak]
I'm like an anchor to a ship because I'm holdin it down
this song's like Mrs. S cause it gets around town
like Bone Marrows car, your ass is straight broke
Like Hirschi's class, your tracks are all a joke
enough of the similes its time to get real
screw that, it's the Soviet Union you feel
SuperJer on production, Archer in the back
ODP, Lil Nicky, no way this is whack
now I'm back, its Nik Nak, Creepy Kid can eat a cack
I got nothin else to say so I'm up off this track
[Freddie Fundz]
yo, Fundz'll wreck yo effigy,
epileptically, go through you rectally,
perform a hysterectomy or a pneumectomy,
cause you got
pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
ya reposes,
shattered by smashed limbs and broken noses,
I superimposes,
pics of me fixin Moses,
beatin him with hoses
for partin the red sea,
yo when I say it closes,
the hell with the exodus,
yo it's ridiculous,
your mom takes so much meat call her carnivorous
veligerous, conspicuous, kid Icarus
on the NES, rock electrolytes
like my man Arrhenious,
impetuous, grabbin of MC's by they collars,
low-blowin em like golottas,
piranhas, be sweatin my honors, like saunas,
I'll deport yo dumb ass just like Elian Gonzales
[SuperJer]
a little just a little, I want to enter to your pants
take it off
[Lil Nicky]
I'm the S-U-A-V-E also known as the Lil Nicky,
once I start, I just can't stop,
and if you try to step it's a cap I'll pop,
now I got more rhymes than Kurt's got vonnegut,
I rock the mic from here to Connecut, island
is where I stay,
pimpin CP's hoes while I live by the bay,
now I be representin that preppy style,
sleepin with the fish with my wardrobe file,
now I rolls with Archer and the Jonny St. J,
they may not look it but these ballers can play
Mike might think that I'm out of my mind,
but he's a bigger pimp than CP and Guy Bates combined
or so says the Prattman and you know he's right,
so saying Mike's a pimp is hardly trite
[Nik Nak]
Mike Archer is a big bitch
[BT4]
(beatboxing)
[Archer]
yo, you can't match this rapper/actress,
more powerful than two Cleopatras!
[Bone Marrow]
yo, I'm droppin more knowledge than National Geographic
in rhymes so acrobatic, I read your mind like telepathic,
and emphatic, fillin my muscles with lactic
as I beat your mother in the attic,
and I'm still at it cause I'm eatin custard
with this rabid war tactic
cause it's Bone Marrow blazin a train of nuns
with the Soviet Union
makin MC's kneel before us when they take communion
with rhymes ensuin that are more fun than Paul Reubens
in this intrusion
with Nik Nak, ODP and Lil N-I to the C-K-Y,
be hot to death like cold fusion
so drop that cane old man and get the fuck out of my shower,
cause me and these other MC's, we be droppin it for hours,
imbuing my ass with the power to cruise to your crib
and step on all your motherfuckin flowers!
[SuperJer]
a little just a little, I want to enter to your pants
take it off
[Archer]
you do not mean the female dog of the monkey,
a little just a little exactly,
you to the front to go,
can give the poontang to me!
[Peter Russell]
my style sounds kinda plagiaristic
my rhymes are motherfuckin futuristic
I always win fights when I goes ballistic
droppin weak MC's like a motherfuckin tatistic
ballistic
yo, please like bitches tries to dicktease
all up on me cause I work at lil C's
I'm the mic controller
I need some Febreeze
I think I smell Mustafa
Gettin to close to me
get away from me
rock a mic at ease
bustin fatty beats
what? workin 9 to 3
at L.C. yeah
[ODP]
ODP got you on the spiritual high
kind of like a tightrope
got you believin in Christian myth
like yo smokin the dope
I laugh at your gullible ass
you best think fast
before I take this Bible and crash
you'll feel God's wrath
hell hath no fury cause there's no such thing
but I still preach fake sermons
so I can get that bling bling
that ain't all that I'm sellin
check me leanin out my stained glass window yellin
at the pious you come on and buy this
cause I'm slingin more rock than David did Goliath
and my money assets are incredibly great
but I'm ODP still jackin up the collection plate
yo, why you pagans got to player hate
just cause...
[SuperJer]
...Jesus...
[ODP]
...is the king means we can't procreate?
don't even try and be a cock blocker
or I'll cut your ass worse than you was an abortion doctor
yo, and then I'll put you in my oven
like your name was Betty Crocker
ya facker
[Bone Marrow]
(orgasming)
[Nik Nak]
I hate you, SuperJer
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