MC Pee Pants, Sir Loin, and Little Brittle
I want candy, bubblegum and taffy, skip to the sweet shop with my sweetheart Sandy, got my penny saved, so I'm her sugar Daddy. I'm her Hume Cronyn, she's my Jessica Tandy, I want candy. Mess up the mix, mix up the mess, come on down, yo, heres the address, it's 6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, 6-1-2 WHarf Avenue Gonna get your ass beat, nasty, do it to your daddy, embarrass your whole family, just cuz ya came between a kid and his candy, i want candy, any kind will do, don't care if its nutritious or FDA Approved, its gonna make me spaz like 5 cats on booze, a hyperactive juice that only I can produce, and build a giant drill, and bore it straight into he**, releasing ancient demons from their sleep-forever spell so they can walk up on the Earth, and get resituated, and hawk the diet pills MC Pee Pants have created!
~MC Pee Pants
frylock: Look Meatwad, there are other kinds of music in the world. Here. How'd you like to get down with some real gangsters--from the 15th century?
Meatwad: Bach? Beethovan? Are they down with the Pee Pants?
Frylock: Well, they wore pantaloons back then, Meatwad.
Meatwad: Shoot, boy, you'd get shot wearing that in my hood.
~MC Pee Pants
frylock: Look Meatwad, there are other kinds of music in the world. Here. How'd you like to get down with some real gangsters--from the 15th century?
Meatwad: Bach? Beethovan? Are they down with the Pee Pants?
Frylock: Well, they wore pantaloons back then, Meatwad.
Meatwad: Shoot, boy, you'd get shot wearing that in my hood.