M.C. Rhythmless with Gang Bang | |
|---|---|
| White Boy Can't Dance | |
| Stuck Us With A Sucka | |
WHITE BOY CAN'T DANCE
Da Runt:
MC Rythmless:
STUCK US WITH A SUCKA
Roundboy:
Da Runt:
Gang bang is:
produced by D.
BalSac's Liner Notes:
These two songs were meant to be the soundtrack to a comic
book by GWAR slave Matt Maguire. It is the story of a robot (created by
Glomco) who was built to be a rap star that the record company could
control. He was teamed up with Gang Bang to give him street credibility.
The gangsta rappers revolt and attack the robot.
It ended up being just bad white boy rap.
The Players:
BalSac, the Jaws o' Death
[thanks to B.J. Felix for lyric corrections]
Yo y'all, ladies and gentlemen, mothers and the fuckers, Gang Bang is
in da motherfuckin house, so give a step off for MC Rhythmless
I'm like most humans but I'm not ya see
I was built in the Glomco factory
Programmed my raps on a computer chip
Put them in my head with a pair of vice grips
I'm a robot MC named Rhythmless
Laying down my rap before you try to dis
The way I look ? they way I dance
I'm gonna rock the house down if you give me a chance
Cause I'm better than Terminator, smooth like Hammer
You can rent a car from hunky-b but it really won't matter
Cause MCR is here to bust a move
Gonna get down to it on top of this groove
G Credit:
You slither round stage trying to steal the show
Well listen up punk cause there's something that ya don't know
My name's G Credit the leader of the group
Ya better show me something cause your payment's overdue
You're a white bread rhythmless Vanilla Ice copy
It's too bad punk that you're steppin out sloppy
You better find your beat and the moves to hit it
Take your ass round stage 'for I stick my back up in it
G Credit:
White boy, white boy
Roundboy:
White boy can't dance
G Credit:
White boy, white boy
Roundboy:
White boy can't dance
MC Rhythmless:
What do you mean I can't dance? Stand back and let me show you my moves
Roundboy:
Uh, what's he doin?
G Credit:
You call that dancin?
Da Runt:
Man call that WOO WOO! he's having an epileptic fit
MC Rhythmless:
Lady Dee, show this fool what time it is
Roundboy:
Oh yeah
Lady Dee:
'Who the hell are you?' Well I'm Lady Dee
You wanna sing a verse better come and see me
Suckin up the spotlight it's rightfully mine
That robot can't dance and he wish he could rhyme
Got a problem with Dee? Huh, I'll solve it
I'll snip off your dick like Lorena Bobbit
Wanna throw down with Gang Bang I don't think that you're able
Now let's inspect your cable
Da Runt:
asshole, black cold pussy ass cunt
Bitch is too sleazy, they're calling on Da Runt
Roundboy:
C'mon Runt, they're supposed to do that, you know that
Da Runt:
Okay
Motherfuckin dick slap cum spattered ho
?? tit bitch suck a ?
?? vagina in the cunnilingus
?? flopean ramma jamma penis
G Credit:
White boy, white boy
Roundboy:
White boy can't dance
G Credit:
White boy, white boy
Roundboy:
White boy can't dance
G Credit:
Teck 9, cap that motherfucker
Yo, this here Roundboy, welcome to the flip side. Miss Thang Lady Dee gotta
story to tell y'all. Sad tale 'bout what happened to Gang Bang.
J.C., kick it big for the Lady
Lady Dee:
Back in the hood I'm known as Miss Thang
I used to be the leader of a band they called Gang Bang
DJ Jerry C cut the track that were funky
Crowds hooked on the jams, addicted like junkies
Da Runt:
Dat's right Dee, those kids was hooked baby
G Credit:
Yeah, they was suckin up the Gang Bang like ho's on the crack pipe
Roundboy:
Tell 'em what happened next Miss Thang
Lady Dee:
But our songs they weren't sellin, no gold records on the wall
When the phone started bellin, we finally got the call
from the big time label known as 'white boy records'
They said they'd cut a deal and our words would be heard
On the streets in the cars on the air in the hood
Our songs would be played and the sales would be good
We'd be the biggest thing, no other band could match
We said that all sounds great but there's gotta be a catch
Da Runt:
Yeah, there was, too
Lady Dee:
Uh huh, you know what they did those big record fucks, they stuck us with
a sucka
Roundboy:
A sucka?
Lady Dee:
They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us with a sucka, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck us with a sucka
MC Rhythmless:
Who's this sucka they're talkin about?
Da Runt:
Sit back wire head, you find out
Lady Dee:
Why don't you pick up the story from here Oreo?
MC Oreo:
My name is Oreo and I'm cuddly cold chillin
A tale must be told then I'm what they were willin
To tell all of you that the story's got a villain
Giddly Glomco is the label that we are dealin with
Roundboy:
Glomco? I though it were White Boy?
Oreo:
That was just a cover, just a piddly plop ploy
Them have a piddly plan, them was jumpin for joy
Them know they had us strapped, now our frontman is a toy
G Credit:
By a toy he mean the sucka was a robot
There was a catch that we didn't know about
Roundboy:
Yeah, but the came through on the green, huh, paid up paid up
G Credit:
come on roundboy now your missing the point
got your head in the clouds cause some bitch is on your joint
how you gonna face your friends in the hood
when you stuck us with a sucka, and the sucka's no good
G Credit:
They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us with a sucka, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck us with a sucka
MC Rhythmless:
Wait, you're talking about me
Da Runt:
That's right you bucket of bolts
MC Rhythmless:
Corporation built me to be a sucka sell out
I'd be a hit, there'd be no doubt
My wiring was faulty, something gone wrong
I couldn't tap my feet to the tempo of the song
Got a cyborg brain and my pistons are pumpin
Can't find the beat when I'm on the stage jumpin
My rap is overrated, my servos gold plated
It's my program's fault that my ego's inflated
Roundboy:
I might be round and I might be slow
I tell ya one thing the robot's gotta go
I do like the bitches and I do like the dough
I tell you again the robot's gotta go
Lady Dee & G Credit:
They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us with a sucka, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck us with a sucka
Lady Dee:
Fool
Lady Dee- Voice
G Credit- Voice
Da Runt- Annoyance
DJ Jerry C- Beats
DJ Roundboy- Turntables
MC Oreo- Voice
Teck 9- Security
and Mc Rhythmless- the robot
engineered by Grant Rutledge
Matt Maguire- MC Rhythmless (lyrics)
Derks- Da Runt, DJ Jerry C (sequencing, sampling, lyrics)
Brad Roberts- G Credit (lyrics)
Melanie Mandel- Lady D
Scott Wolfe- MC Oreo
Mike Dunn- (additional programming)