Atmosphere Sep Seven Game Show Theme song lyrics

(First of all, let meduce you…

Seven, seven, seven, seven… ha ha!)

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"All right all you players and player haters

Once again it's time for the Sep Sev Game Show!

Recorded live right here in lovely snowy Minnesota.

This is the game where we make the average player a star.

Now, if you'll join me, let's give it up for the host of the

Sep Sev Game Show. That's right, here he is, Mr. Sep Sev!"

(All right y'all it's time. Beyond, I want you and Ant to hold down the front the main entrances, keep an eye on them security guards. Eyedea, you stay out here and keep the truck goin'. Yo me and Gene Pool we're gonna hit up all these sick dumb fucks. Everybody get ready drop the masks, turn the safety's off here we go, you ready? 1, 2, 3!)

Yo, yo yo, fuck the money!

Everyone on the floor, drop

I want all the food in the bag

I ain't tryin' to hear that sore talk

Stole the dinner and rigged it to the freeway

Flipped the screen play

And made every love scene a three-way

Soundtrack recorded here in Minne-snow-ta

Tastes like ambrosia

And disinfects pet odors

Yo, let's hold our breath

And show your chest

If you're proud of it

And wake me back to safety

If you see me fallin' out a bit

Under a full moon

The color of my jism

You can see her in the distance

The images vivid

And given the way the clouds moved

It fucked with the lighting

Grabbed me by the thoughts

And pulled me tight like a kite string

"All right, let's here it for contestant number one"

(Woo, yeah, look at me. Woo, ha)

"What's your name sir?"

(I'm MC Famous the Killer.)

"Okay Mr. Anus Driller, do you want to play the next round for a Lexus? Matching socks? Or a harem of horny Miami based video honeys?"

(Oh my God, yo, a whole bunch of Bay Watch bitches!)

"Or do you just want to take the phony looking fifty dollar bills and run with the money?"

(I want the sex man, just gimme the chicks man, just let me touch ‘em man.)

Now what if I spent

My whole take home percent

On gettin' bent

And now I can't afford my rent

Do I grab a crowbar to your back door?

Or hit up Super America for the cash drawer?

Fast forward

I should be honest

Cuz even my outer conscious

Knows the odds of blowin' up

Are equal to people wakin' up

From sleepin'

Keepin' me from retrievin' kingdoms

Their bedtime stories used to bore me with

Positioned in the orbit of my imagination

Small portions if even that much

Lusted by that drug

Fell in lust with the brush

Hush, maybe somewhere in it

I became a cynic

But your sexy grin

Gets less attractive by the minute

The planets in my head

Now rotate around the mind

The substance

The bug shit

All of my circumference

And I function

Like I don't give a fuck

If you grasp it

Resent the bitch that don't

And cast him to the masses

I ask: Is that right?

I answer: Does it matter?

I was glancin' at how you fancied the passion (bastard)

How fast you scaled the ladder to jump

I'd rather just flunk and gather your junk

Yo dog, you should blast that punk

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, I told you I was good at this shit!)

"All right, in this next round our contestant is gonna slam a whole bottle of expensive fire water, chase it with a forty of malt liquor, smoke a blunt, load a gun, a sell records to fourteen year olds all over the country. And the first one of you genocidal, fashion fantasy fucks to go platinum wins."

"Mr. Announcer tell ‘em what they'll win!"

Pissed on the asti spumante

Sippin' kamikazes

Shoulda called mommy

When you saw me

Pull up and deny me

The rest of your life's a flashback

When I jump out that hatchback

Here's your tap give me my cash back

For them whack tracks

And that's that

In fact, that's all you need

Either take some kind of lead

Or fall to your knees and bleed

And how's your seed?

And how's that rental runnin'?

And how's the weed sellin'?

And how's the demo comin'?

Yo, yo, me and my participants

Be the reason why you

And your crew bit your lips

Stick this in your mouth to cleanse it

The fucking props is too expensive

It makes me wanna end it

Repent kid

My advice is from here on out

You purchase yellow boxers

That way when your bitch does your laundry

She won't tell her mom about the stains

Created when I skated across that flat surface

You refer to as "lyrical endowment"

That con that conscious

Run down with that trial …

That way I have some type of fluid…

With what to expect on my next…

From exponent to exponent to exponent…

I've flown around the world…