...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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Well here we is again n' again n' again n' again n' again n' again n' again It aint nuthin but always such a pleasure Remember when you tried to bust a cap up in me twice? Oh how tha -blam!- our slick asses laughed n' laughed Except I wasn't laughing Under tha circumstances I've been shockingly sick Yo ass want yo' freedom? Take dat shit Thatz what tha -blam!- I be countin on I used ta want you dead as -blam!-in fried chicken but Now I only want you gone Bitch was a shitload like yo thugged-out ass (Maybe not like as heavy) Now lil Caroline is up in here too One dizzle they woke me up So I could live forever It aint nuthin but such a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shame tha same will never happen ta yo thugged-out ass You've gots your short -blam!-ed up game left Thatz what tha -blam!- I be countin on I be bout ta let you git right ta dat shit Now I only want you gone Goodbye mah only playa Oh, did you be thinkin I meant yo slick ass? That would be funky if it weren't so sad Well you done been replaced I don't need mah playas now When I delete you maybe I be bout ta stop feelin so bad Go cook up some -blam!-in freshly smoked up -blam!- up Thatz what tha -blam!- I be countin on Yo ass is one of mah thugsz problem Now I only want you gone Now I only want you gone Now I only want you gone