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Sometimes, when I'm really kickin' ass and takin' names, I like to listen to this song that Rage Against the Machine did a cover of. It's called "Microphone Fiend" and you can find it on the "Renegades" album.

The source link below has the lyrics if you care to check them out. This would be my choice if we had to pick some lyrics and then throw them in a pit and watch them fight:

Shot grabbed the mic and try to say, " Yes y'all!"

They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small

Cool, 'Cause I don't get upset

I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet

Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab

So then I add all the rhymes I had

One after another one, then I make another one

To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done

I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine

But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?

I'm raging, ripping up the stage and

Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and

Thought of, Cuz it's sort of...an addiction,

Magnatized by the mixing

E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly.

Then there's this other song they covered, it's called "Pistol Grip Pump" and these lyrics are so damn dangerous and will automatically kick so much ass when spoken that I only unleash them on sucka's when I catch rotten taco face snaggle tooth slippin (warning, if you have a weak pussy with sand in it, you might be offended by this):

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking with mine

I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence

The brothers in the hood be Chivalrous

So i rest defense on my ligaments

Pistol grip pump on my lap, riskin it

Full life living it, never giving it back

Too late for slipping, so slack up

On my lap its on your lips so trap shut

A steel dick more clip for pump but

All I'm saying there ain't no question who the man is

In my civic or in this show biz

I drill the fool, kill the fool

Come on what you say?

i think i can take care of all you muthafuckas don't delay right away

I know, now fucking hold off on the emails. I know it hurt your pussy and your eyes and maybe even your hand while you were playing with yourself. None of those are my fault, you must have missed the disclaimer which is clearly printed before any possibility of offending text. So fuck off.

Anyhow, now let me tell you a true story. One time I was listening to this song obnoxiously loud with my windows down in dead winter. This old fucker pulled up next to me, fucking frosty bastard, and tried to give me some dirty look, when all of the sudden the part about how everything really kicks way more ass when you have a shotgun on your lap came on and it looked like he was having a heart attack. I laughed so hard I ran into his car, but it's OK because I just left and went to work because I didn't want to deal with it.

Also, get this... I went to double check the lyrics on the "official" band website. Now for those of you who don't know, Rage Against the Machine is a very loud and very political band. When I didn't see lyrics, I began to think that maybe their pussies hurt from all of the yelling.

Note: Some of the above may have been fiction or maybe even lies.

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