So there you go, guys, the album's done
And I hope you tell your homies that you all had fun
Yeah, the production was lame, and the songs kinda sucked
And we sing like strangled geese gettin' their feathers plucked
And we should get better beats and much better rhymes
But at least buy the album about twenty times
But if you can't do twenty, maybe do ten
Or buy it four times and then do it again
But in the end, who cares? 'Cause we made the grade
Too late now, suckas, you already paid
To the people who think we got no talent
Wait, yeah, they might be right
Yeah, we are kinda lame
This is really embarrassing
I know, let's get out of here
Guys, can I stop beatboxing now?
No
Okay
Ah, I hate you guys