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[Intro: Bill Murray]
They've got the best equipment that money can buy. Hell, every team they're sending over here has their own personal masseuse. Not masseur, masseuse. But, it doesn't matter! Do you know that every mohawk competitor has electrocardiogram, blood and urine tests, every 48 hours to see if there's any change in his physical condition? Do you know that they use the most sophisticated training methods from the Soviet Union, East and West Germany and the newest Olympic power, Trinidad & Tobago? But it doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! I tell you it just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter! Even if we win... if we win, ha! Even if we win! Even if we play so far over our heads that our noses bleed for a week to 10 days, even if God in Heaven above comes down and points his hand at our side of the field, even if every man, woman, and child held hands together and prayed for us to win, it just wouldn't matter!

[Verse]
Yeah
Yeah
Um, um
Jumping out the Camino
Just left the gas station, smell like Hot Cheetos
Recording soft-core on her Tivo
Ma, the meatloaf!
Re-smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace Corp
All she ever do is ask me what I eat meat for--
Hold up, pause. Always over the quota
Boss, wake up in polo, sleep in Lacoste
Travel across the world, but that didn't phase me
Couple people that I know that happen to play me
Once they start to realize that I'm actually crazy
Shit, I'm actually crazy... um, and
Q's phone gettin' blown up by Lyor Cohen
Christian Dior, nothing I'm owning
Go to Hawaii, fuck with Samoans
Get faded and sleep in the oceans
Keep it in motion
I'm rolling, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rolling
Keep it in motion, I'm rolling, yeah
And your bitch wearing elbow pads
Sell her pussy over Melrose Ave
I've been to hell and back trying to get attached to my better half
Never that, the smiles so gone, so bring the coke on
I'm higher than Voltron, with a bunch of gold on
Caucasians still love me like my name was Michael Bolton
Hold on, do you fuckin' dirty like the soap gone
Froze on, it's bone chilling, colder than the Pope's secrets
Older than Capone's demons, coming from a place where there was no Jesus
Walking behemoth, I increase the Feces
'Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killed
Buggin' out, had it all, I'm nothing now, I just gave it away
Fuck a label, Cain and Abel, put a name to a face
Um, yeah
I bust your speakers with some bullshit rap
I'm on drugs, all my new shit wack
Remember that, I ain't shit but a fraud
But everyone I know ain't nothing to God
But everyone I know ain't nothing to God

[Outro]
It kills you, it feeds off the Earth
A night like this, one of us could get up in the middle of the night Grab an axe and cut somebody's head off

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