Why Do They Rock So Hard

scott do you fuck the bitches?
Umm, try to. (slap the hoes?) I try to fuck the bitches but the bitches don't wanna fuck me. that's my rap (that should be a song)
(rap noises)
I try to fuck the bitches but the bitches won't fuck me
I try to fuck the bitches but the bitches wont' fuck me
I try to fuck the bitches but the bitches wont' fuck me they duck me it sucks, to me. yea
(more rap noises)
that was my gangster rap mood noise
you better cut it out
you better cut it out
don't make me lose my temper
don't make me cut it out
cut it out
That was a great RAP guys
you on the rag?
yep!
think you're so . . .
fuckin rag get off it
. . .had his dad's dick in mine, you know . . .
I may as well fart again
Come walk by where I farted guys
Oh boy, oh god
Hey scott
what?
work with me on the bridge, my man
work with me on it
where you goin with the bridge?
I don't know man, just work with me on it
Shit, ok
fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Hey andrew guess what?
fuck you
Jerk
FUCK YOU andrew
up the night?(what does he sing there?) oooh, ooh
swell, swell
What key were you singing?
the key of fuck
I was singing in the key of shit
the key of pee in my butt
what is with urine and your butt?
huy, huy
Vagina?
OK fellas, let's take this one. what do you say
I can't hear my guitar, ready and hit it for me
(you don't play guitar, cocksucker)
what F key is this song, for me to play the aaron stupid guitar part. It is . . I'll play this key right here
the funky aaron guitar part
the funky guitar aaron guitar part
ooh yes get funky
hello, hello yes we are being funky
yes, great funky time
oh, I love it, am being am funky
And now I'll say some more funny things
some more funny things for the kids
on the microphone.
Hello
(play a song that we all know)
Ok i'll start this one ready . . .
that's how i start it, into the drum parts
ROLL IT!
ya hear that?
2/3 of that was shit, that's what he said
Yes, aaron's a prick
If the rhythm gets you don't let it stop you from dancin
When this blows over . . .