Grand Buffet - Chew on a Rubber lyrics

[spoken, Jackson] That's one of - that's the first sample we should use [Verse 1, rap: Jackson] "No self-control", Peter Gabriel sang to me Herb Winningham hit a ball my way Now I wanna be a shortstop, dressed like a rag doll Head for the hills, I'm running laser-tag efficiency drills Run anywhere, dodge anything, tag anyone Big white rifle and a little black handgun I had the helmets, pads, and the vest Knew the woods like the back of my hands And in no time I was the best shot, hands down Hell-stormed on anybody caught with their pants down [?] born with range Gonna stop on a dime and give you nine and a half cents change To the rest of the world, remain composed, indulge Take it off of the top, suppose that my pertinent voice Spawned a new style Resistance is futile [Verse 1, rap: Jackson] Hi-tops are nice, paired with tube socks and a fresh waxed floor To get to the point, something mystro gets vice and a whole lot more At a d**tore, to get to the point, to cut to the chase I'm in a milk chocolate mold of an animated [backwards] Ate it and wash it down with a juice in which I didn't, but I'll do it again Pain and suffering aside, I brought along a friend He pointed out that Mike and Ikes are no longer the same More than two individuals are now represented by both names Cherry and Bob, Lemon Mel, Jolly Joe the Grape What we are witnessing here is a systematic rape of the entrepreneur Just born, I wasn't conceived yesterday Children of the world, speak out or watch your sugary friends fade away You see, character representatives with cartoons eyes Are subject to fifty percent more bullsh** and clauses and policy lies I'll say one more thing on the issue at hand: Choose the snacks you believe in, and side with the band