Alkaline is here, featuring J-Pimp (Josh H.) in his element.
Yeah i know, its a direct rip on an Xzibit song, but just enjoy the lyricism.
Yeah we love inane parodies.
Heres da woids:

Been here all day and this won't stop
Hands on the bowl and it won't drop
Stains on the roof, go get the mop
Pain in the crotch, a-pleaz don't watch
Let it rip
What was in that food
Musta been a ten percent pill, a ninety percent laxative
I shouldn't eat that
Now I bleed that
Everything is covered in turd
And it hurt
and Bert has the idea of shittin' again
Nah. Put your hood on to cover the shame
We take trains, airplanes and boats to get around
and move around
A mippedaboppadebabylon
So we spit about it
Then we have a fit about it
Then we make a deal about it
Egg skid bobbiggabidaddabadda
Speech don't fail me now
Flip the keg, wipe off the anenomes and flabba da clown

We hang the slugs from my clothesline
eat eels eat snakes we drink bad wine
we eat alkaline until we die
It tastes like salt but we can't get enough

But what a mess and i confess
The bathroom's flooding now with stinkin' cess
some fat old granny with her sagging breasts
kills mime after mime till there ain't none left
Scar crack the lunch pack, electric smurf
I'm weaker, lamer, deaf and dumb as dirt
Everybody who sits on this potty
get their bladders blown out to go off like a shotty
Who's that drifter who sells the cheese?
Grug intimidates the fat police
Set the stove to six to cook the pancakes
Straight to the ditch with a bottle and wear spandex
What do you live in?
I live in a cup in a local park and get shat on by pigeons
with pre-menstrual tension
Turn around and there's Trevor
your cat's been pissin' I been slippin in it

We shag online like Frankenstein
it hurts we ache we cry red lime
We eat alkaline until we're blind
It tastes like salt but we can't get enough

I make my malt
We eat Vita Brits
Then we do the splits
And now we're stuck like this
A choo-choo train
I dribble on my bib
And lick glue off the lid
and monkeys eat my nits

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