Sep Seven Game Show Theme

First of all let me introduce you
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Seven, seven, seven

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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

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!

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!

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)

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