[I call upon the Guardians of Rachtenschtal to kick out the fucking jams] Adulthood; desolate and bereft, what is left? Nothing but an innocence theft. Walking with your gravitas, what happened to phantasmagoria or your euphoria? I vehemently fulminate, I gravitate to solecisms yes two minds schism. Inveterately ill, take a didactic chill, stare at the fructuous trees over and out your window sill. Don't get fractious, you lack just a bit of hypnagogic myoclonus, sleep was your onus but now its nothing but a bonus. Its nothing but a bonus. So now I'm [sucking losers.] Would I flop it out? Yeah, no doubt. If it looks like a trout that's what it's all about. [Trout, I've got gout.] Now this ain't flash, but I am So when I tell ya you'd better god damn do it mam. And kick out the jams. Yeah kick out the jams. And not the kind you spread on your missus' leg for a bit fun. You'll know what I'm talking about when it's done.

G'day. Hello. I'm a good boy, you're a bad girl. I was walking in the fort. I forgot my cap. Good little boys go to church at night or they get a big slap. Turn off the lights, let me show you how to party alright, lets go to the disco whenI will dance my moves off and you will move out of my house mum. Get out my house. OG, break it down. Flop it out, give it all your goodness. Oh believe it. And gosh darn it, Hollywood Boulevard, It's where I read my poo. Crackers, don't hate. They just do.

Dud's here, new track. Its a jazz attack. I'm a jazz musician. Lets sign a petition, to not become morticians cos I'm really wishing that I could split you in two with my lyricism and see a schism; A little cleft in your depth little lips. Or between your cheeks, Not your butt ones, your face ones. Cos you're in awe your jaw drops to the flaw cos I'm amazing. Feel the jazz blasting. I'm casting out into the ocean blue, through you. I'm fishing for compliments... Please tell me I'm good. Cos the ladies tell me I'm good in the bedroom. But if I'm on the road you better give me some room. I'm a shocker with the wheel I turn it 570 degrees, I run over your mum's grandma please. And in the end everybody's a can of spinach. In the end everybody wishes they were rich like me; OG, gangsta. Mansion house. I've got a mansion house, It's where I keep my wife and my white kids. I drive a boat to work I work on the docks. I'm shining and cleaning other mans' clocks. Grandfather, can you hear me out in the distance? I've got persistence. Believe in my grandpa. I didn't mean to make you die. I didn't mean to stab you 5 times with a butcher's knife.

Yo yo yo. Big track. Big boy. Whaddup Sydney? Okiedokie, get ready for the rap blasting. Hey, my name's pee poo, I've got no time for yee yoo. You got legs, I got walkin'. I'm a Christopher, you're a stalkin' my mum through the trees and the leaves, I'm gonna touch your big fat knees. And then I'm gonna put 'em in my butt, cos my butt is where you belong and that's that. Hi, my name is Jaws, I'm gonna eat you because I'm in a store; Grocery store getting some lettuce, let us begin. Hahahahaha. Ball sack, ball sack touch my raging boner. With your good arm, good strong arm, took it to the dude and now I'm pooping on the farm. Yo, full length track. Rapping it out. Like a big bully crapping its trout. Hey, my name's Silly Doodle, I'm gonna put my butt on a poodle. Yodel for me or I'll touch your nodel and you'll go to the form for muh... Is this the end of the song? This feels like the end of the song. Thanks for listening to my three star crappy. And I'll see you on the flop side. Peace.

Wup Wup. I was eating some cheese, But then I felt really bad inside. I'm lactose intolerant so maybe that's why I nearly died. My poop started coming out like a really big rocket, but team rocket wasn't blasing off. Just my anus, oh it was heinous, such a crime that you could say that I was not a really a good guy anymore I was kind of a criminal; Criminally pooping. Pooping criminally. Hey, everybody get back, step back, I've got a jet pack. No I don't, it's just my ass shooting out shit but its okay cos the ladies think I'm flying and now I'm fly. I'm in a field of puss. Uh fields of puss. Fields of puss. Yeah. An ocean of girls. Haha, aha, Gimme some of dat ass, and now watch me do the twirly twirly with your nipples. I'm having sex with cripples. I don't discriminate. Are you black, white or are you some sort of colour I can't name? like a colour of a grape. Is it green? Is it purple? It depends on the grape for heaven's sake. I'm gonna eat some cheese and nail my cross to a stake. That didn't make sense, but it does if you're a vampire and you really like your meat with you. I'm sorry for sinning. I've come to repent, baby Jesus. Give me your higher power. Let me reach the God in heaven. I didn't read your book but I've heard it's got rave reviews. Um. Have you ever seen a man eat cheese like me? Please look away if they're poopin' like I did cos it was embarrassing when my grandpa walked in and there was faeces all over my shoes. I got the poop on shoe blues you could say. But hey, why do you discriminate against the gays? Whats up with that Church? Aw. Maybe I shouldn't subscribe to your religion. Maybe I should pretend that I'm a carrier pigeon, bringing the message, bringing the word I'm not something in which feel like I'm eat gurh. Uh... Oh say can't you see all the poop on my eyes? And the heavenly gouche that I did not Vespucci. Wuhahoh. Midgets and isotopes. Everybody's throat is filled with good foetuses. Baby, suck my donk.

I'm not a Kevin Spacist, I'm a Kevin racist. I got my hands in my face cist and I'm a fascist paste. Its gonna stick to you like I'm a stick to manilla folders cos they're real good for organising all my older things so I can find them when I forget where they originally were. I'm really cool, but check out her. Hey, yeh yeh yeh. Dance break everybody dance. C'mon now dance baby, dance. Girls in the house put your hands in the air. Hands up, hands up. Yeah, fellas, do a similar thing. Dancing's communal and we're uniting beings. Feel the bass blasting, sucker. Y'that's good one.

I'm irresistible, I'm so kissable, You'll miss me. If I'm a constable I'd arrest you for being pretty. I'm a little guy, I've got a big heart though, I'll show it to you but if you squeeze me hard, I'll fart yo. I'm a bit like a maniac when it comes to the bedroom I'll vacuum your wounds. And then you'll have some blood up in my dyson but that's okay cos I'm like a bison; I'll push you 'round until you're on the ground then I'll stab you with my horns until its dawned upon ya, that ya gonna died a little death; le petit mort until the end. Yes. I like gravy, pour it on my eyes. I see you on my thighs. I'm a little bit of a poor boy, so you're gonna have to dance with a poor boy and I like to rhyme poor boy, with another word, mainly the one 'poor boy'. Portuguese. You march right into my heart. You marched right into my feelings. And now I'm exploding with joy. Exploding with happiness. Exploding with love. And now I'm jurkin. Jurkin.

Hello friends, family, and negligence, this is my new rap song. I've got a minimalistic apporach and uh its just got seven lyrics. Its uh... 'Do five men fit inside a aquaduct?' Now, you can sing along if you want cos its pretty easy... and uh, because I'm a rapper, I don't care about the producer's hard work putting the musical track together so my luscious voice can just glide over it... But um, I guess we'll start with the uh entertainment now. But be ready to help me out and sing along! Do seven men fit inside an aquaduct? Peace out homies, don't abuse your mum. Or I'll stab you in the sphincter.

Hey Jemimas get out your vaginas. Its time to jam, I'm a man I've got two big arms and they stretch out like hands. I've got wings baby, watch me fly through the night sky with my eyes open... but so is my fly. My cock is flopping through the clouds I'm feeling loud. I'm gettin' rowdy and the crowd's gettin' crowdy. Everybody's taking off their gym pants cos they sweated them off and now its time to dance. YEAH! It's time to dance with me. Sydney. Time to dance with Dudley. For crying out loud I don't like myself anymore, I've got a low self-esteem, I'm a whore.

Yeah. Woo. The day everything went dark. Everything went down. Yeah, I saw my pet lose his sense of direction. Well the day the dog got out. Oh, I cry. Why cry when your daddy sent whatever he sent you? Eh. Did you see the way it smiled back at you? Yeah! Fight back against the bad guys. Before they take all your jive.