Sep Seven Game Show Theme

First of all let me introduce you
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[Announcer]
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...

[Slug to his crew during the announcement]
Alright now, it's time
Beyond, I want you and Ant to hold down the front and main Entrances. Keep your eyes on them security guards
Eyedea, you stay out here and keep the truck going
Yo me and Gene Poole, we're gonna hit up all these sicked up fucks
Everybody get ready, drop your masks and turn the safeties off
Here we go, you ready?

Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, fuck the money, everyone on the floor drop
I want all the food in the bag, and I ain't tryin' to hear that sore talk
Stole the dinner and freaked it to the freeway
Flipped the screenplay, and made every love scene a three-way
Sound track recorded here in Minnesnowda
Tastes like ambrosia and disinfects pen holders
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 falling out a bit
Under a full moon, the color my jism
You can see you're in the distance, the images riveting
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 hear it for contestant number one
What's your name sir?
Yo, MC famous, the killer

Okay Mr. Anus Driller, you want to play the next round for a new Lexus with matching socks?
Or a harem of horny Miami based video whores?
Or do you just want to take the phony looking
Fifty dollar bills and run with the money?

Yo, I want the sex man, just give chicks man
Just, just let me touch 'em man!

[Slug]
Now what If I spent, my whole take home percent
On getting bent, and now I can't afford my rent
Do I grab a crowbar to your back door (Back door)
Or hit up Super America for the cash drawer? (Fast forward)
I should be honest, cause even my outer conscience
Knows the odds of blowing up are equal to people
Waking up from sleeping
Keeping me from retrieving kingdoms and bed time stories
Used to bore me with, positioned in the orbit of my imagination
Small portion if even that much, flustered by the drug
Fell in lust with the rush
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 in my circumference
And I function like I don't give a fuck if you grasp it
Resent the bitch that don't and cast 'em to the masses;
I asked, "Is that right?" I answered, "Does it matter?"
I was glancing at how you fancy the passion, bastard
How fast you scale the ladder to jump
I'd rather just flunk than gather your junk
(Yo dog, you should blast that punk)

Alright, this next round our contestant is gonna have to slam
A whole bottle of expensive firewater
Chase it with a forty of malt liquor
Smoke a blunt, load a gun and
Sell records to 14 year olds all over the country
And the first one of you genocidal
Fashion fantasy fucks to go platinum wins

Wins what!?

Mr. Announcer, tell them what they'll win!

Well, they'll win respect, lot's and lot's of props!

[Slug]
Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, sippin' Kamikaze
Shoulda called mommy when you saw me pull up in an Omni
The rest of you're life's a flashback when I jump out that hatchback
Here's your tape, give me my cash back
For them wack 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
How's your scene?
And how's that rental running?
And how's the weed selling?
And how's the demo coming?
Yo, 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 fuckin' props is too expensive
Make's me want to end it (Repent kid)

[Outro]
My advice is from here on out you purchase yellow boxers
That way when your bitch does your laundry
She won't tell her moms about the stains created
When I skated across that flat service you refer to as lyrical endowment
That content, that conscience
Run down on that trial, woof, woof
That one'll have some type of [?]
With respect to my next patient
From ex-opponent to exponent to exponent
I plan to rhyme the world and I, I, I, know you'll let me have it