...and here's the result:
[spoiler] This was a triumph!
I be bustin a note here:
Big-Ass success!
It aint nuthin but hard ta overstate
my satisfaction.
Aperture Science:
Us dudes do what tha -blam!- we must
because we can
For tha phat of all of us.
Except tha ones whoz ass is dead as -blam!-in fried chicken.
But there be a no sense bustin up like a biatch
over every last mutha-blam!-in mistake.
Yo ass just keep on tryin
'til you run outta cake.
And tha science gets done.
And you cook up a neat gun
for tha playas whoz ass is
still kickin it.
I aint even mad salty...
I be bein so sincere n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do.
Even though you broke mah ass,
and capped mah dirty ass.
And tore me ta pieces.
And threw every last mutha-blam!-in piece tha -blam!- into a gangbangin' fire.
As they burned it hurt cuz
I was so aiiight fo' you, nahmean biiiatch?
Now, these pointz of data
make a funky-ass dope line.
And we outta beta.
We releasin on time biaatch!
So I be GLaD I gots burned dawwwg!
Think of all tha thangs our slick asses hustled dawwwg!
for tha playas whoz ass are
still kickin it.
Go ahead n' leave mah dirty ass...
Yo ass KNOW I'd prefer ta stay inside...
Maybe you gonna find one of mah thugs
to help you, biatch.
Maybe Black Mesa?
That was a joke yo. Ha Ha. Fat Chizzle biaatch!
Anyway dis cake is pimped out playa!
It aint nuthin but so delicious n' moist playa!
Look at me: still rappin'
when there be a science ta do!
When I look up there,
it make me glad I aint you, biatch.
Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I experiments ta run.
There is research ta be done.
On tha playas whoz ass are
still kickin it.
And believe me I be
still kickin dat shit, yo.
I be bustin science n' I'm
still kickin it.
I feel dunkadelic n' I'm
still kickin it.
While you dyin I be bout ta be
still kickin it.
And when you dead I'ma be
still kickin it
Still kickin it.
Still kickin it. [/spoiler]
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Back up in tha dizzle not so long ago Tommy used ta work on tha docks, unionz been on strike Dat punk down on his -blam!-in luck, itz tough, so tough Gina works tha diner all dizzle hustlin fo' her dude Bitch brangs home her pay, fo' love, fo' love Bitch says, we've gots ta hold on ta what tha -blam!- we've got It don't cook up a gangbangin' finger-lickin' difference if we make it or not We've gots each other n' thatz a shitload fo' love We bout ta give it a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shot Woah, our crazy asses half way there Woah, livin' on a prayer Take mah hand, we'll make it I swear Woah, livin' on a prayer Tommyz gots his six-strin up in hock Now dat schmoooove mutha-blam!-a holdin up in what tha -blam!- he used ta make it talk So tough, itz tough Gina tripz of hustlin away When dat thugged-out biiiatch cries up in tha night, Tommy whispers Baby, itz all gravy, someday We've gots ta hold on ta what tha -blam!- we've got [spoiler]i love this thanks bro[/spoiler]