♪ To the rhythm I believe, ♪
♪ It's the power of wings ♪
(radio playing)
- Hey what's up y'all.
- [All] Deuce!
- Hey, what you guys playin'?
- Oh naw, just a little DVD right?
- What DVD?
- Uh, it came for you in the mail.
It says, "To my fresh dope son, from MC mom."
(laughter) - I can't wait to see it.
- Oh no no, wait. - [All] No, no.
- If there's one thing we're gonna do today,
we are playing that DVD, c'mon.
- C'mon man.
- Oh yeah.
- Oh god.
- Did you produce this track?
- [All] No, no, c'mon.
- Yo. (all scream and laugh)
- The mom jeans. - Look at the sweater!
- (raps) ♪ I'm the M to the C to the M-O-M
♪ And when it comes to mom rappers, ♪
♪ I'm the biggity best of them. ♪
- Wow. - Oh my gosh.
- Is she rapping?
- (raps) ♪ Sending out this rhyme to my homie number one
♪ His name's Carl Stewart, but to me he's just son ♪
♪ Word up! ♪
- Oh! - Oh my god.
- Okay, she got the running man now.
- Can we please turn this off?
- Did he say turn it up?
- Turn up!
- (raps) ♪ You left some stuff behind
♪ that I can send ya if you need, ♪
♪ Like your best friend bear and your magazines ♪
♪ Going through all this stuff, but it looks pretty risky ♪
♪ You use so much lotion, but your socks sure are crispy ♪
(men exclaim in disgust)
- Mom!
(men laugh and yell) - C'mon mom!
- (raps) ♪ I've been cleanin' with the broom and the vacuum
♪ And found Victoria's secret issues hiding in your room ♪
♪ Every nook and cranny there are wads of tissue ♪
♪ I can't even open this swimsuit issue ♪
(men laugh)
- Man, what is wrong with you bruh?
- I spilled a soda on that magazine man.
- (raps) ♪ I'm gettin' your sheets so nice and clean
♪ Like when you wet your bed till you were 16 ♪
♪ I overreacted, sorry I spanked you ♪
♪ Look another crispy sock, [sniffs], no thank you! ♪
- [All] Oh! - Why?
- She sniffed you. - That is wrong.
- How many crispy socks she gon' find dog?
- (raps) ♪ Crispy socks here,
♪ crispy socks there ♪
♪ Crispy socks with some mystery hair ♪
- We gotta turn it off right now c'mon you guys.
- We started it, we gon' finish it.
(beat changes)
- Oh, oh the beat changed up.
(clears throat)
(raps) ♪ I got the kitchen and the basement
♪ and the living room ♪
♪ And since your dad met that bitch, I got his office too ♪
♪ Got my juices goin' ♪
♪ My rhymes flowin' ♪
♪ My rap blowin' showin' no signs of slowin' ♪
♪ I can feel my skills growing ♪
♪ Took a little practice to crack this ♪
♪ These lyrical gymnastics, but now the fact is ♪
♪ Queen B, Imma be throwin' out ♪
♪ your fuckin' mattress hell ya ♪
♪ baddest bitch in the biz ♪
♪ Takin' the show on the road, ♪
♪ you can clean up your own jizz (bleep) ♪
♪ Peace. ♪
(explosion)
- [All] (scream) Oh!
- Yo, yo, yo, MC Mom
- [All] Put the pussy on the chainwax
(echoed aye)
(radio playing)
- [Keegan] Let's go pretty boy,
you wanna keep yo hands off my woman.
- Yo woman? I saw her first.
- But don't you put yo hands on me.
(arguing)
(cheers and applause)
- [Announcer] And now,
the scat stylings
of Rex, the bone daddy, Ronson
and Teddy, 12 combs, Lewis.
(audience cheers and applause)
(jazz music)
(both scatting)
- (scatting)
♪ Your breath smells like a butt ♪
(scatting continues)
♪ Your whole mouth ♪
♪ Smells like ♪
♪ An open ass ♪
♪ Butt poop poo ♪
- (scatting)
♪ Fat fat ♪ (scatting continues)
♪ Fatty is you ♪
(scatting continues)
♪ You're a fat fat fat ♪ (scatting continues)
♪ Fi phi fo fump ♪
♪ What do I smell ♪
♪ But some fat ♪
♪ Next to me ♪
♪ That's the man ♪
(scatting) ♪ Fi fee fo fat ah ♪
- (scatting)
♪ Baby penis ♪
- (scatting)
♪ Feel free to suck it ♪
♪ You can suck it and put it in your mouth ♪
- (sings high notes)
♪ Yo face looks like a ba-all sack ♪
(scatting)
♪ Wrinkle ditty ball sack ♪
- (scatting)
♪ The space between the butt and balls ♪
(scatting continues) ♪ Your face is a taint ♪
♪ Taint, taint, taint. ♪
- ♪ Take it back ♪
- ♪ No, I won't ♪
- ♪ Take it back ♪
- ♪ I never will ♪
- ♪ Take it back ♪
- ♪ No I won't ♪ - ♪ Take it back ♪
- [Both] ♪ 'Cause your a son of a, son of a, ♪
♪ son of a, son of a bitch, bitch, bitch ♪
♪ son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a ♪
♪ bitch, bitch, bitch ♪
(audience cheers and applause)
- ♪ You don't need to fight over me ♪
♪ There's plenty ♪
♪ Of the (scatting) ♪
♪ Vagina ♪
♪ There's plenty for us all ♪
♪ You know what I'm talking about right ♪
♪ Y'all know what I'm talking 'bout ♪
(audience cheers and applause)
(radio playing)
(cash register noise)
(ballad music)
♪ There's a light ♪
♪ And it shines within the darkness of the sands of time ♪
♪ The sands of time ♪
♪ There's a fight ♪ (cash register noise)
♪ But the battle to be won is the man inside ♪
♪ The man inside ♪
♪ No valley, no ocean can stop my devotion ♪
♪ Nothing will keep me from getting to you ♪
♪ Flying high ♪
♪ To the limit, never wondering how I touch the sky ♪
♪ Touch the sky ♪
♪ Like a dream ♪
♪ You can never tell the lies ♪
♪ From what's exactly as it seems ♪
♪ In the rhythm, I believe ♪
♪ Is the power of wings ♪
♪ There's a fire ♪
♪ And it burns the deepest fathoms of the Seven Seas ♪
♪ The Seven Seas ♪
♪ True desire ♪
♪ Let the music in your heart ♪
♪ Give way to the things that you believe ♪
♪ Anything you can achieve ♪
♪ Flying high ♪
♪ To the limit, never wondering how I kiss the clouds ♪
♪ Like a dream ♪
♪ You can never tell the lies ♪
♪ From what's exactly as it seems ♪
♪ In the rhythm, I believe ♪
♪ Is the power of wings ♪
♪ Anything is achievable ♪
♪ Don't let nobody tear you down ♪
♪ Sexually ♪
♪ Just take flight, it's believable ♪
♪ If you first learn to stand your ground ♪
♪ Flying high ♪
♪ To the limit never wondering how I touch the sky ♪
♪ Like a dream ♪
♪ You can never tell the lies ♪
♪ from what's exactly as it seems ♪
♪ Within the rhythms I believe ♪
♪ Is the power ♪
♪ Of wings ♪
(radio playing)
(oldies music)
♪ Would you look at the time ♪
- ♪ You should just stay here tonight ♪
- ♪ I've had too much wine ♪
- ♪ You can leave at first light ♪
- ♪ It isn't that far ♪
- ♪ Baby just stay where you are ♪
- ♪ Back to my place ♪
- ♪ You can't escape from my embrace ♪
- ♪ I really had a very nice time ♪
- ♪ Let me just refill that wine ♪
- ♪ But I really need to just say goodbye ♪
- ♪ I would love to see you try ♪
- ♪ Please unlock this door ♪
- ♪ It's locked from the outside ♪
♪ Babe you might tonight ♪ - ♪ I cannot stay tonight ♪
♪ Look i really have to go ♪
- ♪ No you really have to stay ♪
- ♪ Hey no means no ♪
- ♪ That is what they all say ♪
- ♪ Your hurting my arm ♪
- ♪ I won't cause you any harm ♪
- ♪ Let go of me ♪
- ♪ We can make this hard or just easy ♪
- ♪ A woman always comes prepared ♪
- ♪ Ooh I'm really scared ♪
- ♪ I said this is not what i want ♪
- ♪ Why you have to be such a-- ♪
- ♪ I know self defense ♪
- ♪ I dare you to try it ♪
- ♪ I don't wanna fight ♪
- ♪ Bitch, you are mine tonight ♪
(punch)
(punching sounds)
(yells)
♪ Please just please go away ♪
- ♪ I thought you wanted me to stay ♪
- ♪ Well well I just changed my mind ♪
- ♪ I think I'll just stay and unwind ♪
- ♪ How did this all switch? ♪
- ♪ Now you are ♪
♪ my ♪
(slaps) ♪ Bitch ♪
- ♪ Please just be kind tonight ♪
- ♪ Now you are mine ♪
♪ to ♪
♪ Night ♪
(radio playing)
(cheers and applause)
(funky music)
♪ Got a pocket full of funky with a peppermint twist ♪
♪ She's a cool, shifty mama blastin' off on the flip ♪
- ♪ Iridescent pork belly galactic super train ♪
♪ Mama sister playground with a straw daddy cane ♪
♪ Uh huh ♪
- ♪ Gotta get it up ♪
♪ Gotta get it on ♪
♪ Gotta get it down ♪
♪ Gotta make it strong ♪
- ♪ Got that quick dip crayon earthquake jet pack on a bun ♪
♪ Locomotive supernova Spanish Harlem sun ♪
- ♪ Slick crawfish solar blast with a phosphorescent brain ♪
- [Both] ♪ Who's that mama squat town? ♪
♪ Deep fried Detroit soda train ♪
- ♪ Gotta shake it up ♪
♪ Gotta move it in ♪
♪ Gotta put it down ♪
♪ Gotta make it swim ♪
- ♪ Nebulatic comets sanitation disease ♪
- ♪ Quick play tornado rip and tickle beef sneeze ♪
- ♪ Ships planets justice cannons, cables and trees ♪
- ♪ Doctor's office penguin shillings, railroads and peas ♪
- ♪ I said crippled donkey Mel Brooks book train ♪
♪ bats on my knees ♪
- ♪ Penicillin trapdoor laser currency beans ♪
- ♪ He said penicillin trapdoor laser currency beans ♪
- Hey, what the hell are we saying, man?
- I got no idea, man.
I'm just hungry and talking about the galaxy and trains.
I think they buyin' it, though.
(cheers and applause)
(radio plays)
Who you gonna call?
(upbeat music) (laughs)
Hi.
I'm Ray Parker Junior,
writer and performer
of the Academy Award nominated hit single,
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♪ I said lawnmower man ♪
♪ Get up off of my lawn ♪
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(upbeat music)