Hold on to your lunch 'cause the Sudden Death bunch

Is buggin' in my basement comin' up with a crunch

That settles in your stomach runs it all around

Till it spews out your mouth then spills on the ground

Can't think of anything creative so we're wastin' our time

Comin' up with a rediculous rhyme

We're gonna make you neasous, that's the way we run our biz

It's comin' up my throat, here it comes...