(sirens in the distance)
Russ: Joseph...they're on our trail again
Joe: Holy shit, unprobable probables Russell, you're fuckin' right
Russ: To the crime-mobile...Let's go
(And with him as always, his faithful companion, you know him as...)
(But anyways back to the story...)
Joe: Pigs and bacon grease, It's go time! Hurry hurry, step it up
Introducing the star of the chase...his name is...
Joe: You'd probably wish to be anywhere else in the world right now
But since your stuck, I bring to you
You bout to witness Big Joe in his most purest, most rawest form, Joe's almost lawless
more harder, fuck so called law and order, certain thing you can trust, and good old Russell's BACK
Looks like Abbot's got his Costello. Town's gonna go to hell with these fellows
wit' their own private stash, why they mellow? cause they smoke weed and shoot down Jello
shots, hey, why not? that's about all we've got. (puff, puff), please hold our calls, here's the plot
damn, this is so much fun, go ahead, turn us in, dial nine-one-one so...
Just stay out my business. I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Let's hip hop 'til we drop, and pull out all the stops on these cops. Can I get a witness? HELL YEAH!
Quick gotta go fast, better start hauling. Jesus Christ, Russ, please just stop stalling
look at all the bullshit that goes on in Carson when we're gone. The entertainment value's falling
So I guess that's the cue for me to do what I do best. You better get undressed you whore, start douching it
Loosen it and I'll start goosing it, nobody says it, but still everybody nooz (knows) the shit
the most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on in Kit Carson and exaggerate it all
So much, they make it all up, I'm sposed to believe, that Miss Kent ain't kicking back and smoking weed?
it must mean so much more to all you bored people when you crap and spew lies to the floor
the chase continues. Sorry, pigs but I don't think you know what you're getting into! C'mon, now...
Its just like old times, the dynamic duo, two best friends, Be afraid, you're bout to see all our crazy views,
it must be phasing you, Get the KC chicks so we can hear some ladies moo
you better call your mom, drama's been going on, since me and Droopy smoked weed on the highschool lawn
constant blame is the game from dusk 'til dawn, people lying about us just to get themselves a hard-on
but I'll disagree, in KC, I can't speak freely, Shit, I'd be better off living up in Greeley
Jesus how come you think I'm dealing?, how can your daughters be so easy?
Turn on this charm, I got them kneeling. Believe me the shit past the fan and hit the ceiling, you gonna grieve
when we leave, dog, fo' sheezy. Can't leave Carson alone, this place needs me
Hey, pass a beer, let's steer, away from here up to the mountains. Let's leave this town down here
cause we're through with the shit round here, hey guys. . . What up? Bout time we head out! Hell Yeah!/ Now...
So there you have it folks,
has risen from the dust
Back with his best bud Russ, and to remind you we're too dangerous
And Russell are here to do what they must
that's to cuss and fuss until we bust to fill you with utter disgust
And to my KC friends, ya'll take care now, ya know I love ya, and to the rest of you people, Degradations brought to you in part by...