Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach the pinnacle of the pop music genre

will reduce the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene to change their

so called artistic endeavours in an vain attempt to appeal to the public at large.

Behold the metamorphosis



Fuck platinum, platinum just aint good enough

we need more money, more house and cars and stuff

I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes

I want them shitty hoes, you get wit radio and video

we'll do whatever it takes to get some airplay

we'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay

come on shaggy follow my lead

its time to change our shit up to get what we need



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The pathetic attempts never cease.

The moronic music onslaught continues to insult the intelligence of the savvy consumer

How much more can an audience be asked to endure?



didn't work, ah fuck, what happened

they always told us we sucked at rappin'

well I don't know how to play a guitar

ill play the skin flute be a radio star

I'm sick of keepin it real, and underground

I want the sellout 10million fans radio flavor style

even though we'll be played next summer

show me a radio dick and ill show you a hummer



Joey fell in love with a college girl

she had a back pack and a pony tail

she said her name was lisa but I do not know

she drank cisco lemmonade and cherry jello

I can put my buddy holly glasses on

I can even sing one of his faggot songs

I can wear checkered pants and never smile

whatevers cool for your radio style

joey fell in love with a college ......



The boorish bumbling baboons have been baffled in their journey to the music business

Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the la