We're servin' up fresh beats

For breakfast, lunch and dinner

Eat some of our beats

They'll keep you warm all winter



I'm eatin' up them beats and going nom nom nom

I'm puttin' them in my tummy cause they're yum yum yum



(party noise)



Alright, stop!



This is getting out of hand

There's too many people in this band

It's time for some band interviews

I have to fire some of you



My name's Taboo

I'm the weird Mexican

I don't recall ever letting you in



Walk me through your average day

And list the instruments that you play



I play no instruments per say

But I drop the beat and then say "Hey!"



When you say you "drop the beat"

You mean you drop it literally?



Uh, nah. That's the DJ's job

I drop it figuratively

I also pace around the stage

And strike a menacing pose

On Saturdays, I do the shopping

And wash the band's clothes



OK, apl.de.ap, what the hell do you do?