Yes me, I'm the man with too much time on my hands

I sell tapes even though there's almost no demand

I write rhymes even though none of my rhymes sell

I take showers even though it won't help the smell

Do it in my basement, cheap equipment

Ate all the Doritos, need another shipment

Found another sample, wrote a new song

Recorded it 32 times and it still came out wrong

It was way too long and the vocals too low

And I think the tape deck is running a little slow

This song is even hurting my ears

We haven't been creative in ten long years



Time was made to be wastes

Belches were made to be tasted

Noses were made to run

Sudden Death was made to have fun

So we do it like this even when the people diss, I use 

The Death Flower and ask 'em if they piss in the shower

I act polite and preceed with caution

Then I bust a rhyme and I try to brainwash 'em

Sales of the tapes are painfully slow

Now I'm back where it started ten years ago

To relive the death we put in our rhyme

And to see how little we've improved over time

So let's take a trip back into the past

When we started a group we didn't think would last

If you paid any money that was your mistake

Now welcome to the tenth anniversary tape