Clocking, rocking, yap it like Gus Bunny
When I guts the Gas like a deer, you know it's money
I lay back in rewind, get jacked it, stack it
Upturned and rhyme on the bass line--
Like you can hack it!

How can I read the post?
And how should I break Biscotti like burnt toast?
New originals, straight bologna-free
As I torch down... just about everyone on the VSE

'Nother seismic sideshow 'neath the limbo bar
Doctor Dot duking you a proud new scar
If the catering staff forgot the cigars,
It's the Times for their hides by the girl named Har'

To the fruit punch pool:
I take .spike., Pluto, Excite Bike, but Frank's too cool
Tell you the true, there's Charleston Chew
And Boston cremes too-- it's always a zoo

But your switch-flip "so pissed" hit your fits, never missed
With the whitey dot Gas dot in the midst
So don't approach the stage! We're your one-stop sage
When we're penning every page in a blind a** rage

Sir, it's sizzling hot as I take it to the bank
Doctor Dub is on the pulpit, 'bout as dizzy as Frank Doldo
Dorito: break a bag in the nick
And let me cut your floors good with a pogo stick slick

Sir, I'm summering-- slumbering in the Keys
And stumbling out the hammock with the canned squeeze cheese
I got a torn script for your inbox, Gas
aiming rotten eggs at your secretary's ass

You tried to chase .spike. up the turnpike on a red trike
He's his own mic... (urban coloquialism)
You can't reach my dfontd, so make some quote signs
And tell it to Biscotti

Got my back yearly at the BTV
Hit up Dunkin' D for some Bean Town C's
You can't sway the D-U-single B, except with waffles and cheese
I'm filming all, billing Charles by noon
Flips a table, storms off-- back soon
Ding dongs, Ho-ho's, slide 'em over, sir, cause no:
Doc Dub don't do Atkins-- let's go to Quizno's.

I'm somewhat sugar-frazzled
So I tighten up my goggles, hit the stage and get you dazzled
Machete, may I let me get so petty? Turn maroon
Don't you waste my game with no melted macaroon

Box of burritos through my glove compartment door
Dub unlim' flipping crogs and stuffing marshmallow
I bitch every day, you know I snitch every day
With the a.g VSE .spike. Harley Hil Machete

"Ee-hee!" "Abluh!" "Shut up!", like the post said, sir
Blaze on the lights and let me make the crowd purr
I got a little cousin by the name of Cherry
Who's a noble sadist eye-poke like Moe does Larry

'Cause you know about the sketch that we be stalling through
And you be yawn about the thread that we be typing up
And you be thundering about the ---- we spout when it gets dark
'Cause Doc Dub is slip-sharp like a sturgeon

The version you hear from dot Gas dot
May be less than spit-spot
Get with the D busy flickering in your eye sockets
Know I'm on the rocket fuel-- I kick it like the burro, fool
Sure as Frank D going act like a tool

You don't read the post you solicit,
So fire the italics typist-- lick it!
The VSE gonna wound and salt 'em, done and done
P-E-T-E Gas the temperless one

I'm Doctor dot W, thrill haze, the crowd's blazing
Shut the show down-- who ever heard of crullers with raisins?
I'm unstrapping-- call an end to the rollerskating
Tell Estelle and Giovanni to phone me, and my rider's not a phony

And wise-a** Dr. Phil:
We best take a weekend retreat coop to fell-swoop them bitter pills
So we be flipping tables, sure
Storms out, slams, shout
Don't accuse of being stable, sir