MC_Lars-Radio_Pet_Fencing-2003-BUTT

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MP3/FLAC
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BUTT
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65,28 MB
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15
Date
2005-10-26

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▐███▓▓▌    █      BETTER YOU TAKE THAT IS PROUD TO BRING YOU           ▐▓████▌
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▐█████▓▓▄                 MC Lars-Radio Pet Fencing                  ▄▓▓█▀███▌
▐██▀ ▀█▓▓▌                                                          ▐▓▓██████▌
▐███▄██▓▓▓  ARTiST.... MC Lars                                      ▓▓███████▌
▐█████▓▓▓▌  TiTLE..... Radio Pet Fencing                            ▐▓▓▓███▄█▌
▐███▓▓▀▀    LABEL..... Truck Records            SOURCE... CDDA        ▀▀▓▓▓██▌
▐█▓▀        GENRE..... Indie                    QUALiTY.. VBRkbps         ▀▓█▌
▐█▌   ▄■    RiP.DATE.. Oct-24-2005              TRACKS... 12          ■▄   ▐▓▌
▐█░▄▄▓▌     STOREDATE. 000-00-2003              LENGTH... 48:13 min    ▐▓▄▄ █▌
▐███▓▓                                          SUPPLiER. TEAM BUTT     ▓▓███▌
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▐▓▌    NR. TRACKNAME                                             TiME      ▐█▌
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▐█     01  Hey That's Me                                         04:11      █▌
▐█     02  Yes I Am An Alien                                     04:08      █▌
▐█     03  Atom You're Awesome                                   02:55      █▌
▐█     04  Certified                                             06:31      █▌
▐█     05  Mr. Wormsly's Addiction                               02:54      █▌
▐█     06  The SΘance At Harpers Ferry                           04:05      █▌
▐█     07  My Rhymes Rhyme                                       04:05      █▌
▐█     08  Rapbeth (Foul Is Fair)                                04:09      █▌
▐█     09  Make Way For Ducklings                                04:26      █▌
▐█     10  Humphrey The Whale                                    01:36      █▌
▐█     11  Sarah                                                 03:37      █▌
▐█     12  Escape From Robot Island (Featuring MNP)              05:36      █▌
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▐█                                                   TOTAL TiME: 48:13 min  █▌▄
▐█                                                   TOTAL SiZE:  65,2 Mb   ▄██
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▐█     RELEASE NOTES:                                                      ▐█▌
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▐█     This CD is extremely rare and out of print..people have been         █▌
▐█     looking for this for over a year: BUTT delivers!                     █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     MC Lars (real name: Andrew Nielsen) began making hip-hop-based       █▌
▐█     tapes while still a kid, but was sidetracked from rap by such        █▌
▐█     traditionally important issues to teenagers as playing guitar in     █▌
▐█     a punk band and getting accepted to a college. Nielsen went to       █▌
▐█     Stanford, and then did an exchange stint at Oxford, but all the      █▌
▐█     while he was fiddling with desktop productions and developing        █▌
▐█     his quirky, pop culture-savvy style. Boisterous live gigs and        █▌
▐█     word of mouth built buzz for Lars' home studio raps (influences:     █▌
▐█     everything from Atom & His Package and Weird Al Yankovic to          █▌
▐█     KRS-One and the Beastie Boys). Then London imprint Truck Records     █▌
▐█     issued a Lars full-length called Radio Pet Fencing in 2003, and      █▌
▐█     the MC followed that with U.S. and U.K. tour dates. While the        █▌
▐█     entirety of Fencing was recorded on his computer, the summer         █▌
▐█     2004 Side Cho EP Laptop -- while still charmingly simplistic --      █▌
▐█     was a comparatively grander production, with samples of notable      █▌
▐█     rockers (Piebald, Brand New) and a stronger melodic sense. Cuts      █▌
▐█     like "iGeneration" and "Signing Emo" were hits with downloaders      █▌
▐█     and mtvU viewers, and MC Lars did live dates with groups like        █▌
▐█     Gym Class Heroes and Bowling for Soup through spring 2005.           █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     The first album by MC Lars Horris (who later shortened his           █▌
▐█     professional name to MC Lars) was recorded after the California      █▌
▐█     native had moved to Oxford, England, to continue his studies.        █▌
▐█     Something of a cross between the suburban-white-boy postures of      █▌
▐█     MC Chris (the relentlessly sarcastic rapper/animator familiar to     █▌
▐█     fans of Sealab 2021 and Aqua Teen Hunger Force) and the              █▌
▐█     self-contained DIY electro-punk of Atom and His Package (who is      █▌
▐█     justly saluted in this album's "Atom You're Awesome"), MC Lars       █▌
▐█     Horris makes what he calls "post-punk laptop rap." The beats are     █▌
▐█     unapologetically canned, with the backing tracks on most songs       █▌
▐█     sounding like he came up with them after playing with Apple's        █▌
▐█     Garageband software for 20 minutes or so, but no matter, since       █▌
▐█     the focus is always on Horris' raps, whether hilariously,            █▌
▐█     dorkily self-aggrandizing like "My Rhymes Rhyme," or covering        █▌
▐█     offbeat real-world topics like a whale that became a local news      █▌
▐█     celebrity in Northern California after it mistakenly swam up the     █▌
▐█     Sacramento River. As is the case with Atom and His Package, the      █▌
▐█     funny songs work as more than Weird Al Yankovic-style parody         █▌
▐█     because of Horris' genuinely impressive way with words and           █▌
▐█     appealingly regular-guy delivery. If this record was just a          █▌
▐█     bunch of silly jokes, it would have no staying power, but it's       █▌
▐█     -- at the very least -- a bunch of really clever and witty silly     █▌
▐█     jokes.                                                               █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Included are the lyrics:                                             █▌
▐█     ------------------------                                             █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Hey That's Me                                                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     It's off the hook home slice, like a lucky fish.                     █▌
▐█     All I wish is that you taste this like a Swedish dish.               █▌
▐█     It's the L-A-R-S, H-O double-R I-S...                                █▌
▐█     and I represent CV, and yes I must confess:                          █▌
▐█     IÆm back 2003 and the snare drum pumps.                              █▌
▐█     Back up, Kris Kross, itÆs my turn to jump.                           █▌
▐█     See IÆm a Libra and IÆm balanced,                                    █▌
▐█     rocking it like Ritchie Valens,                                      █▌
▐█     and IÆm up to this fresh session,                                    █▌
▐█     yes IÆm up to this fresh challenge.                                  █▌
▐█     And IÆm thinking, and IÆm writing,                                   █▌
▐█     and IÆm rapping, and IÆll fighting                                   █▌
▐█     all the layers of green apathy                                       █▌
▐█     clogging up the zone.                                                █▌
▐█     Because IÆll analyze your world,                                     █▌
▐█     IÆll analyze your head.                                              █▌
▐█     IÆll readjust your paradigm with this microphone.                    █▌
▐█     I was chilling in my Æ88 south on 101,                               █▌
▐█     with the woofer in the back bumping P.E. number one.                 █▌
▐█     Free-styling in a genre I didnÆt create,                             █▌
▐█     props to Melle Mel, Chuck D, and all eight                           █▌
▐█     hundred thousand MCÆs on whose shoulders I stand.                    █▌
▐█     IÆm just a white kid with a plastic jammie in his hand!              █▌
▐█     See this MC here spends his life feeling fine,                       █▌
▐█     but doesnÆt often get off in a straight line.                        █▌
▐█     Fine, time will tell where heÆs headed.                              █▌
▐█     ItÆs up to chance, like GretelÆs path is breaded.                    █▌
▐█     Your criticism? IÆm above it! Your BS? LetÆs rubber glove it!        █▌
▐█     Take your heroin and shove ità life youÆve got to love it.           █▌
▐█     So get this, steal this, deal this, peel this away,                  █▌
▐█     I made this song out of my brain neurons and clay.                   █▌
▐█     It helped my brain chill for a week and a day,                       █▌
▐█     until one day it stopped working like the city of Pompeii.           █▌
▐█     But itÆs okay, hey, because I roll it home.                          █▌
▐█     Knick knack paddy whack, my sonic range his grown.                   █▌
▐█     Profound like Antoine De Saint Exuperey,                             █▌
▐█     when I rock the chorus of this song I sayà                           █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     CHORUS                                                               █▌
▐█     ôLars Horris,ö hey thatÆs me!                                        █▌
▐█     Part Swedish, part Australian, full fun boy G.                       █▌
▐█     ôLars Horris,ö hey thatÆs me!                                        █▌
▐█     I scored 1430 on my SATÆs.                                           █▌
▐█     ôLars Horris,ö hey thatÆs me!                                        █▌
▐█     IÆll rock the CoHo like 1-2-3.                                       █▌
▐█     ôLars Horris,ö hey thatÆs me!                                        █▌
▐█     I drop English and math and biology.                                 █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     I piss Catholics off with my comic in the Daily. ôWhyÆs it           █▌
▐█     called æ27th StreetÆ?ö Man, donÆt front me.                          █▌
▐█     Jorge Cham might do ôPhD,ö but can he ever try to rock the mike      █▌
▐█     like me?                                                             █▌
▐█     And IÆm weird like Al, donÆt attend Cal, D.J.Æs my buddy. WhoÆs      █▌
▐█     Mike?                                                                █▌
▐█     Josh plays bass and I take wedding vows,                             █▌
▐█     to my hip-hop rhymes that IÆm busting now.                           █▌
▐█     And I satisfy women like GERÆs,                                      █▌
▐█     I advocate the destruction of SUV cars.                              █▌
▐█     I think Israel and Palestine should get along.                       █▌
▐█     I sampled Nine Inch Nails for this song.                             █▌
▐█     And IÆm so post-modern, I donÆt even exist.                          █▌
▐█     Did you hear that P. Diddy?                                          █▌
▐█     You just got dissed!                                                 █▌
▐█     ItÆs the twenty-first century, MCÆs please,                          █▌
▐█     youÆre killing hip-hop when you sample the Bee Gees!                 █▌
▐█     Most MCÆs today rap about five things:                               █▌
▐█     narcotics, cars, girls, clothes, and the bling bling.                █▌
▐█     Delusions of grandeur in full swing,                                 █▌
▐█     fascist self focus and diamond rings.                                █▌
▐█     But if Martin Luther King were alive today,                          █▌
▐█     how would he weigh the decay displayed?                              █▌
▐█     Homogenized identities, ourselves betrayed,                          █▌
▐█     thereÆs more to rap than just getting paid.                          █▌
▐█     And thereÆs more to life than MTV and Reeses Pieces,                 █▌
▐█     and when I sit in silence, my love for life increases.               █▌
▐█     It feels great to pull the plug on the family TV,                    █▌
▐█     and make my own niche in society.                                    █▌
▐█     And while I freak this beat, youÆre doing spoken word,               █▌
▐█     trying to get your naked voice heard.                                █▌
▐█     If I didnÆt know ProTools, IÆd be like you                           █▌
▐█     and I could just do spoken word if I wanted to.                      █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     CHORUS                                                               █▌
▐█     ôLars Horris,ö hey thatÆs me!                                        █▌
▐█     You might see me on the street bumping Run-DMC.                      █▌
▐█     ôLars Horris,ö hey thatÆs me!                                        █▌
▐█     After my BA IÆll get my PhD.                                         █▌
▐█     ôLars Horris,ö hey thatÆs me!                                        █▌
▐█     Metaphysically fly like John DonneÆs ôThe Flea.ö                     █▌
▐█     ôLars Horris,ö hey thatÆs me!                                        █▌
▐█     Rewriting Bronte like Wide Sargasso Sea.                             █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Yes I Am an Alien                                                    █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Bam! IÆll explode, just like I were a bomb                           █▌
▐█     flying over Vietnam high with my Uncle Tom.                          █▌
▐█     Or sitting in a cabin having a sip of tea,                           █▌
▐█     while a parrot sings a song in the minor key of C,                   █▌
▐█     to inspire me, so we will see,                                       █▌
▐█     this neurotic harmony that develops sonically.                       █▌
▐█     IÆll be writing my plan out with a needle,                           █▌
▐█     IÆll make you twist and shout and think I was Beatle.                █▌
▐█     Like Lennon or Stalin in a car that wonÆt start,                     █▌
▐█     if your Volvo is stallinÆ then you need to learn the art             █▌
▐█     of mechanics. DonÆt panic, even though IÆm galvanic!                 █▌
▐█     IÆm the only non-Hispanic on the Mexican Titanic.                    █▌
▐█     My loops go round and round, just like a carousel,                   █▌
▐█     coming out my BR-8, like I was William Tell.                         █▌
▐█     If you havenÆt heard my name, I hope it rings a bell,                █▌
▐█     because IÆm the only guy                                             █▌
▐█     who knows what happened at Roswell.                                  █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     CHORUS                                                               █▌
▐█     Yes IÆm an alien, I come from outer space.                           █▌
▐█     Yes IÆm an alien, IÆm going to rock this place.                      █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Some people say IÆm not funny, I say okay,                           █▌
▐█     I canÆt sell records here, IÆm huge in the UK.                       █▌
▐█     British people tell me to keep rocking on,                           █▌
▐█     you might have heard me down in London                               █▌
▐█     rocking heads with this song.                                        █▌
▐█     I was sad when I found out about Santa Claus,                        █▌
▐█     so I made like Tim Allen and broke some local laws.                  █▌
▐█     I moved way up north and grew a beard,                               █▌
▐█     now relatives and friends think IÆm kind of weird.                   █▌
▐█     But did you think I was heretic when I danced in that church         █▌
▐█     like an unemployed crustacean chewing on a birch?                    █▌
▐█     IÆm addicted to shark meat and books by Mark Twain                   █▌
▐█     and eating Novocain shipped from the Ukraine.                        █▌
▐█     My nameÆs not Matthew, but thanks for asking!                        █▌
▐█     I live in California, because IÆm not Alaskan.                       █▌
▐█     But thatÆs okay, what can I say?                                     █▌
▐█     My real home is actually light years away.                           █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     REPEAT CHORUS                                                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     You want poetry? Go read Robert Frost,                               █▌
▐█     the simile in hip-hop is essentially lost,                           █▌
▐█     like a tearful pallbearer carrying a body,                           █▌
▐█     or a giant pink Care Bare acting snotty.                             █▌
▐█     Where can it go? I just donÆt know,                                  █▌
▐█     but check out this funky alphabet flow:                              █▌
▐█     itÆs like A-B-C-D-E-F-G-                                             █▌
▐█     H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P, and ICP on LSD                                    █▌
▐█     or ABC or MTV or the new PC                                          █▌
▐█     you got for free from                                                █▌
▐█     Circuit City in Albuquerque.                                         █▌
▐█     I be the VIP MC on this CD,                                          █▌
▐█     the nameÆs MC Lars Horris, as you can see.                           █▌
▐█     So where do I start, and where do I begin?                           █▌
▐█     Yo, itÆs tough to be a funky fresh alien.                            █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     REPEAT CHORUS                                                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Atom You're Awesome                                                  █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     My girlfriend hates you but I love your stuff.                       █▌
▐█     I listen to it all the time, I canÆt get enough.                     █▌
▐█     I dig your first CD (your debut),                                    █▌
▐█     and ôSociety of People Named Elihu.ö                                 █▌
▐█     And ôMaking Loveö is fresh, this much is true,                       █▌
▐█     but ôRedefining Musicö is funky and new.                             █▌
▐█     And so I crank it up, turn it up,                                    █▌
▐█     and pump up the bass.                                                █▌
▐█     The packageÆs synth lines are up in my face.                         █▌
▐█     I listen to it when I drive any place.                               █▌
▐█     Up yours to anyone who says IÆve got bad taste!                      █▌
▐█     AtomÆs music rocks, with nerdy soul.                                 █▌
▐█     His new-wave-synth-punk is never dull.                               █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     CHORUS                                                               █▌
▐█     Atom, youÆre awesome.                                                █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     I had a dream                                                        █▌
▐█     when I was in grade school                                           █▌
▐█     that Rob Halford, he kissed me, see fool.                            █▌
▐█     And I was welcomed to the family with Connor,                        █▌
▐█     it was undercover funny just like a longer                           █▌
▐█     keyboard that Enya played.                                           █▌
▐█     So I pumped iron and I got paid                                      █▌
▐█     when I owned the Redskins                                            █▌
▐█     with the Ghetto Boys,                                                █▌
▐█     breaking down the walls with kilogram toys.                          █▌
▐█     And we sang to Madonna, all night long,                              █▌
▐█     I opened up my heart, I opened it strong                             █▌
▐█     to Tim Allen, whoÆs not that funny,                                  █▌
▐█     in Philadelphia where I made lots of money                           █▌
▐█     as a goalie, sixteen-hundred pounds.                                 █▌
▐█     Chillling on the ice rink so profound,                               █▌
▐█     upside down from here on the map,                                    █▌
▐█     sick of people who give me crap.                                     █▌
▐█     So I put them on an island in the middle of the sea,                 █▌
▐█     and it was just Atom, Atom and me.                                   █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     REPEAT CHORUS                                                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Certified                                                            █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     I spot an active drowning victim form a mile away,                   █▌
▐█     I save old men in seas like Hemmingway.                              █▌
▐█     The swimming pool not taken?                                         █▌
▐█     Watch out for Frost,                                                 █▌
▐█     donÆt get busted like Milton,                                        █▌
▐█     or paradise will be lost.                                            █▌
▐█     ItÆs like that, and thatÆs the way it is.                            █▌
▐█     DonÆt Run-DMC, walk like the other kids.                             █▌
▐█     And if you get in trouble, I use a contact dive,                     █▌
▐█     I extent my rescue tube to keep you alive.                           █▌
▐█     If youÆre submerged, IÆll dive feet first,                           █▌
▐█     and bring you to a backboard, never to a hearse.                     █▌
▐█     Because DOA victims are for amateurs,                                █▌
▐█     I do it my safe way, you do it yours,                                █▌
▐█     like RaleyÆs or LuckyÆs or Albertsons.                               █▌
▐█     Did the victim hurt his neck? IÆm going in.                          █▌
▐█     I support your chin, airway and spine,                               █▌
▐█     with my head-splint technique everything is fine.                    █▌
▐█     My EAP is CPR after those rescue breaths,                            █▌
▐█     then IÆll check your airway for respiratory arrest.                  █▌
▐█     Then itÆs sweep, ventilation, and abdominal thrusts,                 █▌
▐█     I get the pool toy out I can, will, and must.                        █▌
▐█     Prepared for emergencies IÆve got my life together,                  █▌
▐█     and understand my job keeps you alive like Eddie Vedder.             █▌
▐█     If youÆre a stressed-out mom                                         █▌
▐█     who keeps her children fettered,                                     █▌
▐█     your kids are safe today, see, no lifeguard is better.               █▌
▐█     Ten times as reliable mature and fitter                              █▌
▐█     than your average lifeguard as a water babysitter,                   █▌
▐█     Betsy Weeks trained me well at Roble Gym,                            █▌
▐█     and IÆm slamming into swim safety, not a Slim Jim.                   █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     CHORUS                                                               █▌
▐█     Lifeguarding at the pool, lake, or the sea,                          █▌
▐█     I keep both eyes on your progeny.                                    █▌
▐█     The Red Cross has got my back like 1-2-3,                            █▌
▐█     because IÆm C-E-R-T-F-I-E-D.                                         █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     And when I act itÆs with informed consent,                           █▌
▐█     if you wonÆt cooperate, I circumvent                                 █▌
▐█     and call the cops, best recognize                                    █▌
▐█     itÆs not wise to distract me as I scrutinize                         █▌
▐█     the pool, itÆs called scanning, best take a hint                     █▌
▐█     and shut your mouth, you donÆt matter like lint.                     █▌
▐█     Larry Flint might argue that your                                    █▌
▐█     voice means nothing, but I be like Bush                              █▌
▐█     and say for safety it means nothing.                                 █▌
▐█     IÆm disciplined and talented at what I do,                           █▌
▐█     and hope to say the same for my lifeguard crew,                      █▌
▐█     because unlike the Insane Clown Posse,                               █▌
▐█     we practice our skills repeatedly                                    █▌
▐█     and donÆt cash in on tentative integrity                             █▌
▐█     or fire dope producers for more money.                               █▌
▐█     Wait, what, where was I?                                             █▌
▐█     I guess I got side-tracked                                           █▌
▐█     dissing Detroit high school drop-outs                                █▌
▐█     with new albums that are whack.                                      █▌
▐█     Back on track, hereÆs the point:                                     █▌
▐█     IÆm safe like ôwhat!ö                                                █▌
▐█     Making sure the chemical room doorÆs always shut.                    █▌
▐█     See that gardenerÆs dirty trowel?                                    █▌
▐█     Well, I donÆt. IÆm too busy making                                   █▌
▐█     sure your kids stay afloat.                                          █▌
▐█     And see that dude who kind of looks like Shrek,                      █▌
▐█     but imported like badly dubbed French Star Trek?                     █▌
▐█     Nope, I double check                                                 █▌
▐█     the bubble trek from your kidÆs lungs.                               █▌
▐█     The shovel speck or                                                  █▌
▐█     smuggled Shrek distract no one                                       █▌
▐█     like me, I donÆt notice, no, just your kids.                         █▌
▐█     But did I see that kid run? Oh yes I did!                            █▌
▐█     Peripherally, so IÆm a lay the smack down                            █▌
▐█     and turn their smiles into one collective frown.                     █▌
▐█     ôHey kids, stop running! You know the rule!ö                         █▌
▐█     Yes IÆm a tool from lifeguard school                                 █▌
▐█     but safety is cool here at the pool,                                 █▌
▐█     and trust me on the sunscreen, donÆt be a fool.                      █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     REPEAT CHORUS                                                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     The SΘance at Harpers Ferry                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Well they hung John Brown in 1859                                    █▌
▐█     After his revolt did not go fine.                                    █▌
▐█     Trying to free the slaves was a noble cause,                         █▌
▐█     Like putting one's faith in the Wizard of Oz.                        █▌
▐█     And I know they've got John Brown in the ground,                     █▌
▐█     Yet I know his story's not fully text-book bound.                    █▌
▐█     And I know his body's a molderin' away,                              █▌
▐█     And I know his rifles have long turned to clay.                      █▌
▐█     But I figure it's time to bring him some respect,                    █▌
▐█     After all his spirit must be quite abject                            █▌
▐█     After being lynched for humanitarian deeds,                          █▌
▐█     Giving Brown a hand is exactly what he needs.                        █▌
▐█     So I'm here in West Virginia with my Oujia Board,                    █▌
▐█     To bring back faith in a soldier long ignored.                       █▌
▐█     It's possible you'd think my intentions are scary,                   █▌
▐█     With this sΘance that I'm having at Harpers Ferry.                   █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     CHORUS                                                               █▌
▐█     'Cause now I'm channeling John Brown's ghost.                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Because John Brown was an abolitionist                               █▌
▐█     He did his thing at Harpers Ferry, though he missed                  █▌
▐█     The opportunity to lead a slave revolt                               █▌
▐█     Because the West Virginian army made him holt.                       █▌
▐█     He got caught by some racists who weren't down                       █▌
▐█     With his liberal liberation, much too profound.                      █▌
▐█     He was saving the souls of a suppressed race,                        █▌
▐█     Society cut him down, shoved their morals in face.                   █▌
▐█     They said John Brown, John Brown                                     █▌
▐█     Just surrender now.                                                  █▌
▐█     John Brown, John Brown,                                              █▌
▐█     We just don't know how                                               █▌
▐█     You could ever think you'd get away with this.                       █▌
▐█     His public execution was their ultimate diss.                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     REPEAT CHORUS                                                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     So I'm here at Harpers Ferry, waiting for a sign                     █▌
▐█     To communicate with John Brown, through his mind.                    █▌
▐█     And I'm focusing on his very brave deeds                             █▌
▐█     Occasional respect is what the dead need.                            █▌
▐█     Then all of a sudden, he appears to me                               █▌
▐█     Like I'm Macbeth, and he's the witches three.                        █▌
▐█     He looks into my eyes, like they're two jars                         █▌
▐█     And says, "Hello, you must be Lars."                                 █▌
▐█     And I'm quite surprise to see Brown today,                           █▌
▐█     Levitating like Slimer, and pale as clay.                            █▌
▐█     Yet he looks tired, and he looks warn,                               █▌
▐█     The expression in his eyes is somewhat forlorn.                      █▌
▐█     I ask him for advice on racial harmony                               █▌
▐█     He tells me to continue fighting bigotry.                            █▌
▐█     He says we can look forward to a new society,                        █▌
▐█     And that he digs the song I did with B.                              █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     My Rhymes Rhyme                                                      █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     CHORUS                                                               █▌
▐█     Roses are red, violets are blue.                                     █▌
▐█     My rhymes rhyme, but yours donÆt.                                    █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Hey! IÆm all up in your face like a rabid chimp,                     █▌
▐█     IÆll eat shrimp on a blimp but I ainÆt no wimp.                      █▌
▐█     I send American flags to Ho Chi Minh,                                █▌
▐█     and Bart Simpson toys to Sam Kinison.                                █▌
▐█     If youÆre akin to sin, you may just win,                             █▌
▐█     unless you buy a condom thatÆs made of lamb skin.                    █▌
▐█     IÆm down with you of course and your friend Ian,                     █▌
▐█     although half of this rap is Indo European.                          █▌
▐█     I translated it so it would make sense                               █▌
▐█     to all you ladies and gents but thereÆs no evidence                  █▌
▐█     if IÆm going too fast or if IÆm going too slow.                      █▌
▐█     You can always press ôrepeatö on this funky fresh flow.              █▌
▐█     Though you may not even know if I mean what I say,                   █▌
▐█     itÆs legit when I tell you this homey donÆt play.                    █▌
▐█     So sit back and relax and pop open a Coke,                           █▌
▐█     compared to me, 50 Cent, your rhymes are a joke.                     █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     REPEAT CHORUS                                                        █▌
▐█     Word, word, word to your mother and your father too,                 █▌
▐█     and props to anyone who keeps staying true.                          █▌
▐█     And shout outs to my homeys across the globe, accept diversity       █▌
▐█     but diss a homophobe.                                                █▌
▐█     The only way to understanding is to embrace the truth,               █▌
▐█     weÆre all creatures of God, Buddha, Allah, and Zeus.                 █▌
▐█     WeÆre only here for a bit, so make the best of it.                   █▌
▐█     DonÆt look back in sixty years                                       █▌
▐█     to see your life wasà garbage!                                       █▌
▐█     But the point IÆm trying to make is that                             █▌
▐█     my flows are so def like a big milkshake.                            █▌
▐█     I donÆt mean to brag, I donÆt mean to boast,                         █▌
▐█     but the Sugarhill Gang is misquoted the most.                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     REPEAT CHORUS                                                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     So get this point right here, itÆs perfect clear,                    █▌
▐█     props to anyone who bought ôNothing to Fear.ö                        █▌
▐█     Shout outs to Wesley Willis, Atom G., and John Hall.                 █▌
▐█     Word to MC Paul Barman, hey return my call!                          █▌
▐█     WhatÆs up to Jerry Garcia, Hendrix, Morrison and Zappa,              █▌
▐█     word to Devo, ôWeird Al,ö and those girls from Abba.                 █▌
▐█     I hope you have a good day and that youÆre feeling swell,            █▌
▐█     even though the music industry can be hell.                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     REPEAT CHORUS                                                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Rapbeth (Foul is Fair)                                               █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Sometimes Shakespeare's over done.                                   █▌
▐█     His constant sadness is no fun.                                      █▌
▐█     The comic relief's the best part                                     █▌
▐█     Fans just can't wait for it to start.                                █▌
▐█     The pain inside Macbeth is clear-                                    █▌
▐█     It seems to bring a heavy tear.                                      █▌
▐█     The story's tragic, most the time...                                 █▌
▐█     Who needs free verse when you've got rhymes?                         █▌
▐█     What's hip from Macbeth, you say?                                    █▌
▐█     Comic relief, on any day!                                            █▌
▐█     And so we'll take the funny parts                                    █▌
▐█     And understand just where they start.                                █▌
▐█     We'll take the rhymes that stick out most.                           █▌
▐█     And loop them twice (so not to boast).                               █▌
▐█     We've got this sound for MTV,                                        █▌
▐█     We introduce the Witches Three.                                      █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Thrice the A-flat chord has rung.                                    █▌
▐█     Thrice, and once the symbol chimed.                                  █▌
▐█     Producer cries, "Tis time, 'tis time."                               █▌
▐█     Producer cries, "Tis time, 'tis time."                               █▌
▐█     Round about the record goes;                                         █▌
▐█     Into which our lyrics go.                                            █▌
▐█     Bass line which did like (we not)                                    █▌
▐█     Did not go into our pot.                                             █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     CHORUS                                                               █▌
▐█     Double, double, toil and trouble.                                    █▌
▐█     Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.                                      █▌
▐█     Fair is foul, and foul is fair;                                      █▌
▐█     We must warn you, Macbeth, beware.                                   █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     I never wanted to be a witch,                                        █▌
▐█     Casting spells gives me an itch.                                     █▌
▐█     I'm allergic to my cat                                               █▌
▐█     And this black robe makes me look fat.                               █▌
▐█     Bringing apparitions is                                              █▌
▐█     Not really the type of bis.                                          █▌
▐█     I want to be in for good.                                            █▌
▐█     I would quit, if I could.                                            █▌
▐█     But saying that "I'm out of here,"                                   █▌
▐█     Is not something that people hear.                                   █▌
▐█     So we're stuck here for a few more years.                            █▌
▐█     Never mind Hectate's jeers.                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     REPEAT CHORUS                                                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Don't tell me what you want                                          █▌
▐█     (Want you really really want),                                       █▌
▐█     Macbeth, if you want to get ahead.                                   █▌
▐█     Try to stay away form murder                                         █▌
▐█     And be happy with your power                                         █▌
▐█     If you want to get to act six keeping your head.                     █▌
▐█     We know that power is bad                                            █▌
▐█     When it makes all of your                                            █▌
▐█     Loved ones sad (so sad)                                              █▌
▐█     We guess Malcolm won't be too glad                                   █▌
▐█     When he sees what you did to his dad.                                █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     REPEAT CHORUS                                                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Macbeth:                                                             █▌
▐█     If it were done when 'tis done,                                      █▌
▐█     then 'twere well                                                     █▌
▐█     If were done quickly.                                                █▌
▐█     And so now I ponder about killing                                    █▌
▐█     this guy and inheriting even more power.                             █▌
▐█     And so, if I do do these evil deeds,                                 █▌
▐█     I will probably suffer                                               █▌
▐█     horribly, as we all know the                                         █▌
▐█     importance of karma.                                                 █▌
▐█     And power corrupts, obviously,                                       █▌
▐█     so I am determined, I guess                                          █▌
▐█     to stay away from slaying Duncan,                                    █▌
▐█     and stick to living a peaceful life.                                 █▌
▐█     But wait...                                                          █▌
▐█     Is this a dagger which I see before me,                              █▌
▐█     The handle toward my hand?                                           █▌
▐█     Come, let me clutch thee,                                            █▌
▐█     and in doing so, I will kill Duncan.                                 █▌
▐█     My strange and self-abuse                                            █▌
▐█     Is the initiate fear that wants hard use.                            █▌
▐█     We are yet but young in deed,                                        █▌
▐█     We are yet but young in deed.                                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     REPEAT CHORUS                                                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     The moral of this story is-                                          █▌
▐█     lighten up and try to give                                           █▌
▐█     A new perspective to your life,                                      █▌
▐█     It's not all darkness pain and strife                                █▌
▐█     Don't caught up in superstition                                      █▌
▐█     or swallowed by old tradition,                                       █▌
▐█     Thesbians would be completer                                         █▌
▐█     shouting "Macbeth" in the theatre.                                   █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Make Way for Ducklings                                               █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     HeÆs a No Exit ôGö in the place to be,                               █▌
▐█     he goes to Stanford University.                                      █▌
▐█     And since Kindergarten he acquired knowledge,                        █▌
▐█     and after twelve grade he went straight to college.                  █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Well TomÆs a pop culture primate with the IQ of a fetus,             █▌
▐█     social IQ twenty-five; you know that I mean this.                    █▌
▐█     Between his DVDÆs clogged arteries and MP3Æs,                        █▌
▐█     heÆs got this antisocial mental brain disease.                       █▌
▐█     And I want to break him out, want to show him the world.             █▌
▐█     Want to get him blazed, want to get him a girl.                      █▌
▐█     Want to take him camping down in Ventana.                            █▌
▐█     Want to enlighten him, like the Dalai Llama.                         █▌
▐█     HeÆd otherwise never known the beauty to be seen                     █▌
▐█     beyond his flat-panel PC LCD screen.                                 █▌
▐█     But would he care if I took him by the hand,                         █▌
▐█     planned on a trip to Brain-Expansion Land?                           █▌
▐█     I donÆt mean to be a pushy REI creep,                                █▌
▐█     but youÆll thank me when youÆre chilling six feet deep               █▌
▐█     and the worms crawl in and the worms crawl out                       █▌
▐█     and the worms play PS2 on your snout.                                █▌
▐█     No doubt, what IÆm about is helping you,                             █▌
▐█     to lively up yourself like Marley would do. ,br>And weÆre            █▌
▐█     picking up more people as we go,                                     █▌
▐█     introverted sad humans, no internal glow.                            █▌
▐█     WeÆve got to keep driving, cars out of our way!                      █▌
▐█     IÆve got nascent cargo here on lifeÆs highway.                       █▌
▐█     As precious as small birds straight out the shell,                   █▌
▐█     check the chorus, the metaphor explains itself well.                 █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     CHORUS                                                               █▌
▐█     Make way for ducklings,                                              █▌
▐█     make way for these introverted ducklings.                            █▌
▐█     Make way for ducklings;                                              █▌
▐█     soon theyÆll be existentialist heroes.                               █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Okay quiz time now that our trip is done,                            █▌
▐█     you all grew socially, learned and had fun. Question one,            █▌
▐█     ôYouÆre in class with a hottie named Sue,                            █▌
▐█     and one day she walks in and sits next to you.                       █▌
▐█     Her shirt says æthe Sopranos,Æ and you dig that show,                █▌
▐█     there might be a connection between you two,ö so,                    █▌
▐█     do you (A) say, ôHey, I like your shirt,ö                            █▌
▐█     (B) look away, outside at the dirt,                                  █▌
▐█     (C) send her an e-mail, later that day, with a link to a fan         █▌
▐█     site you think is okay, or                                           █▌
▐█     (D) make a joke about HBOÆs                                          █▌
▐█     popular, uncensored mafia shows,                                     █▌
▐█     and catch SueÆs attention with your cultured wit,                    █▌
▐█     working it like Matt Groening works it.                              █▌
▐█     Well the answer is (D), obviously,                                   █▌
▐█     negative points if you said (B) or (C).                              █▌
▐█     Next question, ôLetÆs say youÆre a dad with two small kids,          █▌
▐█     and youÆre chilling on vacation like your own family did.            █▌
▐█     And you go to Boston, because itÆs fun,                              █▌
▐█     and you go to the park and walk or run.                              █▌
▐█     And then you see some birds, walking past,                           █▌
▐█     not too slow or not too fast.ö                                       █▌
▐█     Do you (A) say, ôKids! Check it out,                                 █▌
▐█     these birds are mobile, without a doubt,ö                            █▌
▐█     or (B) say nothing and be like, ôWhatever,                           █▌
▐█     IÆve seen cooked birds that look better,ö                            █▌
▐█     or (C) toss the birds some candy or fish,                            █▌
▐█     well the answer is (D), and (D) is this:                             █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     CHORUS                                                               █▌
▐█     Make way for ducklings,                                              █▌
▐█     make way for those migrating ducklings.                              █▌
▐█     Make way for ducklings;                                              █▌
▐█     because now youÆre an existentialist hero.                           █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Shout outs to Tomohawk,                                              █▌
▐█     shout outs to the Moonies.                                           █▌
▐█     Truck Records is in effect.                                          █▌
▐█     Shout outs to you,                                                   █▌
▐█     thank you for listening to this song.                                █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Humphrey the Whale                                                   █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     CHORUS                                                               █▌
▐█     Humphrey the Whale should have GPS,                                  █▌
▐█     Humphrey the Whale should get GPS.                                   █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     (DRUM SOLO)                                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     CHORUS                                                               █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     So youÆre not stuck in the                                           █▌
▐█     Sacramento Delta, Humphrey!                                          █▌
▐█     Fresh water is not good for marine mammals.                          █▌
▐█     So stay out of the Sacramento Delta                                  █▌
▐█     and swim in the San Francisco Bay                                    █▌
▐█     where you belongà                                                    █▌
▐█     because itÆs not healthy,                                            █▌
▐█     and this is the end of my song,                                      █▌
▐█     Humphrey.                                                            █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Sarah                                                                █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     I met you in September of 2000,                                      █▌
▐█     my heart skipped a beat with feelings profound and                   █▌
▐█     I gave you my soul and virginity.                                    █▌
▐█     I loved you so much; you were the world to me.                       █▌
▐█     Seventeen months together and then we separated,                     █▌
▐█     due to college and commitments the fantasy faded.                    █▌
▐█     It was hard as hell, winter quarter for me,                          █▌
▐█     even though in the long run it made us free.                         █▌
▐█     And IÆm not mad at you, wait, yes I am,                              █▌
▐█     I just wish one more time I could hold your hand                     █▌
▐█     and say, ôSarah, take care, until the end.                           █▌
▐█     I want you to know IÆll always be your friend.ö                      █▌
▐█     I canÆt pretend the year never occurred,                             █▌
▐█     you always said weÆd be in touch,                                    █▌
▐█     you gave me your word.                                               █▌
▐█     But the full moonÆs dark,                                            █▌
▐█     and GarlandÆs gone,                                                  █▌
▐█     and IÆm tearing up your pictures                                     █▌
▐█     as IÆm writing this song.                                            █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     CHORUS                                                               █▌
▐█     Sarah, I canÆt seem to find the key,                                 █▌
▐█     we tossed together into the Velvet Sea,                              █▌
▐█     you said youÆd always be there,                                      █▌
▐█     but it wasnÆt true.                                                  █▌
▐█     But IÆm over you, Sarah, IÆm over you.                               █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     And when you left it had a deep effect on my life,                   █▌
▐█     cutting me sharply like a serrated knife.                            █▌
▐█     But Sarah IÆve rolled forward and my headÆs in the stars,            █▌
▐█     but some mornings when itÆs cold, IÆll wonder how you are.           █▌
▐█     It went sour like our showers together turning cold,                 █▌
▐█     and IÆll reminisce with passion                                      █▌
▐█     when my face is gray and old.                                        █▌
▐█     Or so IÆm told we all do when we turn eighty-two,                    █▌
▐█     IÆll think of high school, Pebble Beach, and you.                    █▌
▐█     ItÆs true IÆm doing fine                                             █▌
▐█     though youÆre sometimes on my mind,                                  █▌
▐█     your adolescent body, acceptable to fine.                            █▌
▐█     But nothing gold can stay and dawn goes down today,                  █▌
▐█     and Sarah youÆll have cellulite and crowÆs feet some day.            █▌
▐█     Okay, hey I still love you, itÆs true,                               █▌
▐█     and I hope Whitman College is good to you.                           █▌
▐█     Things are okay now, though they used to seem wrong,                 █▌
▐█     IÆm over you like Sidney writing LauraÆs last song.                  █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     REPEAT CHORUS                                                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     Escape from Robot Island (featuring MNP)                             █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     LARS: August 4th, 1990, kicking it across the bay,                   █▌
▐█     when we went straight to that island                                 █▌
▐█     on that momentous day.                                               █▌
▐█     To explore it, not ignore it, like Christopher C.                    █▌
▐█     MNP and Lars H., pioneers adrift at sea.                             █▌
▐█     And so we went ashore,                                               █▌
▐█     knowing not what was in store,                                       █▌
▐█     ætill there came a crazy noise that we could not ignore.             █▌
▐█     Fourteen robo-primates, they came straight for us,                   █▌
▐█     nasty and ugly, like a zit brimming with puss.                       █▌
▐█     So we hopped into our boat, hoping it would float,                   █▌
▐█     ætill we found a robo-monkey had chewed it like a goat.              █▌
▐█     And a big hole remained at the bottom of our craft,                  █▌
▐█     as it began to sink, the robo-creatures laughed.                     █▌
▐█     Then out of the woods came more robots by the dozens,                █▌
▐█     daddies, mommies, aunts, and uncles, grandmas, grandpas, and         █▌
▐█     cousinsà                                                             █▌
▐█     whole robo-families, thirsting for blood.                            █▌
▐█     Vampiric evil machines caked in oil, grease, and blood.              █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     CHORUS                                                               █▌
▐█     Escape from Robot Island,                                            █▌
▐█     weÆll take them to the desert                                        █▌
▐█     trip their circuits and fry them.                                    █▌
▐█     CanÆt stay in Robot Island,                                          █▌
▐█     these robots are maniacal,                                           █▌
▐█     letÆs beat them up and hide them.                                    █▌
▐█     Get out of Robot Island,                                             █▌
▐█     donÆt want to be your robo-lunch,                                    █▌
▐█     your robo-canned-food-blend.                                         █▌
▐█     Delete Robot Island, you evil R2D2Æs,                                █▌
▐█     now itÆs time to meet your end.                                      █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     MNP: WhatÆs that you say, boy havenÆt you heard?                     █▌
▐█     Call me a stupid-ass white boy, flip me the bird?                    █▌
▐█     I want to smack you right now in the face,                           █▌
▐█     but theyÆre locked on me, stalking this place.                       █▌
▐█     Today has been a scary day,                                          █▌
▐█     these robots they donÆt want to play,                                █▌
▐█     their bodies are metallic gray,                                      █▌
▐█     their wires look like plastic hay.                                   █▌
▐█     These robots chased us through the night,                            █▌
▐█     everybody knows that I put up a fight                                █▌
▐█     to the different kinds, they blow my mind,                           █▌
▐█     giant eyeball watching me reading my mind.                           █▌
▐█     There are fury ones with blades                                      █▌
▐█     coming out of their fur,                                             █▌
▐█     robots riding chariots just like Ben-Hur,                            █▌
▐█     a ton that will toss you in a chasm,                                 █▌
▐█     balls that drill you like in Phantasm.                               █▌
▐█     Tall ones, short ones, round ones, long ones,                        █▌
▐█     little ones, green ones, right ones, wrongs.                         █▌
▐█     Batteries not included, these things attack,                         █▌
▐█     Model ZX goes for your sack.                                         █▌
▐█     Big metal teeth ainÆt too friendly.                                  █▌
▐█     Mechanical death? ThatÆs not for me!                                 █▌
▐█     All the different Doomsday Machines,                                 █▌
▐█     we have to stop them with live-or-die means.                         █▌
▐█     They have their cold metallic hearts,                                █▌
▐█     soulless just like Kinkade's art,                                    █▌
▐█     we need to learn to play the part,                                   █▌
▐█     getting out alive is where weÆll start.                              █▌
▐█     Saving ourselves, see that is our mission,                           █▌
▐█     like IÆm running from the firm in the novel by Grisham.              █▌
▐█     Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King,                                       █▌
▐█     on the run and this ainÆt no dream.                                  █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     REPEAT CHORUS                                                        █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     MNP: Hiding out on the tree house floor,                             █▌
▐█     evil bots knocking at the door.                                      █▌
▐█     LARS: We climbed up here to get away                                 █▌
▐█     and weÆve been stuck all night and day.                              █▌
▐█     MNP: We built a gun, quadruple barreled,                             █▌
▐█     quiver filled with acid arrows.                                      █▌
▐█     LARS: There was a chainsaw that we found,                            █▌
▐█     like Ash we wielded it around.                                       █▌
▐█     MNP: We used it like a robot shank,                                  █▌
▐█     little did we know the chain would break.                            █▌
▐█     LARS: We hat a copper melting pot,                                   █▌
▐█     filled with oil very hot.                                            █▌
▐█     MNP: It burned right through the wooden planks,                      █▌
▐█     they climbed up and they said, ôThanks.ö                             █▌
▐█     LARS: They want violence, not harmless pranks.                       █▌
▐█     MNP: Run, Lars, run, just like Tom Hanks.                            █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     ROBOT: Foolish humans, time to die,                                  █▌
▐█     weÆll gobble you up like ham on rye.                                 █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     LARS: WeÆve done everything that we can do;                          █▌
▐█     it was up to me, now itÆs up to you.                                 █▌
▐█     MNP: The arrows, we still have those,                                █▌
▐█     letÆs fire them and see how it goes.                                 █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     ROBOT: Foolish humans, that wonÆt work.                              █▌
▐█     WeÆll get you both, prepare to hurt.                                 █▌
▐█     Your blood will drip,                                                █▌
▐█     your blood will spurt and                                            █▌
▐█     youÆll be six feet under dirt.                                       █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     MNP: So this is what it feels like being the prey?                   █▌
▐█     The early bot gets the human, or so they say.                        █▌
▐█     LARS: Wait! ItÆs time to die? I donÆt want to go yet!                █▌
▐█     I never went to Russia or owned a private jet.                       █▌
▐█     I never kissed a lion or went bowling nude,                          █▌
▐█     IÆve never gone hang gliding or had hamster food.                    █▌
▐█     MNP: Pull yourself together man,                                     █▌
▐█     youÆre getting me annoyed.                                           █▌
▐█     LetÆs not go out in shame!                                           █▌
▐█     LetÆs go out shooting droids.                                        █▌
▐█     You forgot about my Remington                                        █▌
▐█     taped to my Smith & Wesson,                                          █▌
▐█     my aim is next to perfect,                                           █▌
▐█     letÆs teach these things a lesson.                                   █▌
▐█     Stop!                                                                █▌
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▐█     ROBOT: No!                                                           █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     LARS: Shoot!                                                         █▌
▐█     MNP: Yes, IÆm about to do it.                                        █▌
▐█     LARS: Go! MNP: Ha!                                                   █▌
▐█     LARS: Nice, but weÆre not half-way through it.                       █▌
▐█     ThereÆs eight-hundred more,                                          █▌
▐█     and youÆve only got two bullets.                                     █▌
▐█     MNP: If anyone can make it,                                          █▌
▐█     MNP and Lars can do it.                                              █▌
▐█     LARS: YouÆre right MNP,                                              █▌
▐█     letÆs overcome our fears,                                            █▌
▐█     machines wonÆt run humanity                                          █▌
▐█     like twisted engineers.                                              █▌
▐█                                                                          █▌
▐█     REPEAT CHORUS                                                        █▌
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