Story behind the song
This version is a little more produced than the original version, specifically in my addition of vocal harmonies to go with my late friend Amber Scanlan's vocals on the chorus. In this song, Amber and I team up for another epic, multi-minute, stream-of-consciousness-esque production. The beat and soundscape, in the beginning, reminds me a bit of the beat to Diddy's song "Diddy Rock (feat. Timbaland, Twista & Shawnna)", off his 2006 album Press Play. I recorded Amber's rapped vocals using the audio recording feature on my Mom's old digital camera while we were riding along in Amber's 2004 Kia Optima. In my rapped lyrics in this song, I make a few different references, including some to celebrities, local people our age we knew from the Falmouth, MA, and one to my stepmom's brother Jay Roth Jr., who at one point was and possibly still is employed as a nurse, which I make mention of. This slightly-more-produced version of this song was originally uploaded to my SoundClick music page at http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=541671&content=music on Monday 9/15/2008, and the first version of it, which has since been removed by Me to minimize confusion, had been uploaded by Me to that same site on Tuesday 12/25/2007, almost nine months earlier. The track artwork for this song is a close-up picture of Amber making a slightly mischevious smile with her eyes wide, taken in Dylan Bozora's bedroom at his house in Buzzard's Bay, MA/Bourne, MA/Wareham, MA, United States in I think February 2008 when we were there hanging out with Luke-Aaron Heart. I compressed the image size to fit square dimensions and fit pixel requirements.
Vocals by Amber Scanlan, Reuben Walton and English Man
Vocal production by Reuben Walton
Lyrics by Amber Scanlan, Reuben Walton and English Man
Guitar by Reuben Walton
Composed by Reuben Walton, Amber Scanlan and English Man
Programming by Reuben Walton
Produced by Reuben Walton
Recorded by Reuben Walton
Mixed by Reuben Walton
Edited by Reuben Walton
Track artwork by Reuben Walton
Lyrics
Chorus: Amber Scanlan and Reuben Walton: All, I drank it all, I drank it all, I drank it all, I drank it all, I drank it, look at the water bottle bottles on the ground, look at the water bottles on the ground, look look at the water bottles...
RW: A wee wee--
AS: I used a little lime for zing and zen/and then I used a little lemon and put it in/ and then I put a little vodka in it and mixed it 'round/and then I said drink it down/.
RW: Drink it down/make it frown/like a clown/at--
English Man: You will know it is time to turn the page.
AS: Ow.
RW: Say that again.
AS: Stop, drop and trickle/Quarters, dimes and nickles/Fo' shizzle, bizzle/I'm gonna sign my initials/Um, bizzle? Naw, f'shizzle, I'm gonna just drizzle on your muthafuckin' bizzle, dizzle/. You think you a pizzle? You ain't no pizzle./I'm at a pizzle, bizzle, and I'm gonna sizzle/your fizzle.
Chorus
AS: Blossomin' in the back/baby birds blossomin', and they be smokin' crack and gin/look lookin' they're, they're sinnin', swimmin'/sinnin' in linen/they're biddin' on, beat. Da, da da da da, da da da da, dana da da da, dana da da da Biddin' on beat, dana da da, dana da da, dana da da, pshhhhhh!!! Silence. SHUT UP! Silence. SHUT UP! Silence. SHUT UP! Silence. SHUT UP! Silence. SHUT UP. Silence. SHUT UP!
RW: Misty Lynch.
AS: Si--.
RW: Holly Lynch. Hollulance, hollulance, baker's man/bake me a cake as slow as you can/so I can watch you cook it.
AS: Pattycake, pit, pattycake, wattycake, gangsta pies/Walkin' around, and shakin' my, shakin' my thighs/so so caramel, so tan/it makes you wanna be a man, makes you wanna be a man/You a man in the back of the plan/shakin', shakin' all your game/. Shake your gams? Hey, ma'am, excuse me, I like your gams. Oh, my legs? You like my legs? I like your gams, damn. What, you love my legs? You love my legs? I like your gam. Damn--What? You like my legs? Why you like my legs? Do you--.
RW: I love yo' legs, I love playin' pegs, I love eatin' lots of 'dro/eat it down, shit it out, and smoke it up some mo'./Just kidding, 'cause I'm so fitting/and I'm mo' fifty/50 Cent looks like a monkey.
AS: I feel the cigarettes under my seat! Okay, everyone, now, we're gonna take the bread, and we're going to eat it. Tech N9ne! Dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun, it's the religion that you don't want to be, lieve in!! Oh, don't home. Don't hurt, don't sluck.
RW: Wait, I wanna see what's on the radio.
AS: Are you bein' a slut? Are you being a slut?
Chorus
AS: Up a butt, slut, what, in my slit
AS and RW: WHAT?
AS: Slit slut/I'm gonna cut your, I'm gonna cut your bitch, bud/I'm gonna cut your bitch butt, slit slut, I'm gonna slit a slut/What, you think I won't fuck her in the butt, huh?/You don't think I'm gonna kill her? Don't think I'm gonna kill a hoe?/nigga that's how it goes, you didn't know?/This is how it goes, this is how it works/why are you walkin' 'round, why you tryin' to hurt?/If you don't resist--.
RW: (Beatboxes) My name's Pitbull and I'm here to say/I got a dog's name, but I can jitay/and I'm from Canaday, and I'm way too way/wadin' in the water, what you really know, Jay?/Goin' Dre, goin' Dre/I'm Jay, I'm a nurse, I'm already in the first, and I wrote it in the first, and I'm on the first, first worth, first purse/bought a purse at Macy Gray/then had a basic ray/ace eat hay/ace eat hay/face eat ray/gimme some ray/gimme some red.
AS: Macy Gray, Macy Gray, Macy Gray/made me gay/just kidding, I was gay before she went gray/um.
RW: Then she went to haywire, rayfire, don't he really wanna come home and raytire, just kidding, rayvire, get all in the raywire, high wire/goin' like I don't know, fly higher/ fly higher than a kite, myer/Like a myer byer?/Pants on fire?/Hang your pants from the telephone wire?
AS: Dazed/cuz this nigga tryin' to keep me phased/but I ain't phased, nigga , I walk around, so dazed in a daze, there's so much haze/. Can't even see, and I can't even say/. It's a, it's like a maze
