TARANCHULA:
Mired on the moor!
Swamped in the sludge!
Dying on the floor!
Drown in the trudge!
Drown in the Trudgemank!
Drown in the Trudgemank!
PEACEY P: {talking} Hello? What? Who? Taranckula? Naww, fool. Wait, how much? Dang!
{rapping} Peacey P back on the mic again
Getting paid to rhyme with Scandinavians
Trudging through the mank so it's easy to find me
Mixing rap and heavy metal, like the early nineties.
{talking} '91 or '93. Anthrax and P.E.
I got the Crample-O style and the Crample-O flow
Got these metal-heads all up in my "STU G.O."
And get your product phat for ya
TARANCHULA:
Get your product phat!!
BOTH:
AHHHHHHH!
PEACEY P:
I'll say it once again, just in case'd you missed it,
Clean the gravy out your ears cause your head is a biscuit.
Y'all biscuit-heads!
That's what happens when you're down with the trudgemank!
TARANCHULA:
Get your product phat for ya!
PEACEY P:
That's what happens when you're down with the trudgemank!
TARANCHULA:
Get your product phat for ya!
PEACEY P:
That's what happens when you're down with the trudgemank!
TARANCHULA:
Get your product phat for ya!
PEACEY P:
That's what happens when you're down with the
BOTH:
Trudgemank!