TC: We GoT tHe MoThErFuCkInG pIe.
TC: We GoT tHe MoThErFuCkInG pArTy.
TC: AlL wE nEeD nOw ArE tHe MoThErFuCkInG rHyMeS.
AT: wHAT KIND OF PIE IS THIS?
AT: iT SMELLS LIKE SWEAT,
AT: aND SLEEPY TIME,
TC: No It'S aCtUaLlY...
TC: SoMeThInG eLsE.
TC: JuSt TrY sOmE. It'Ll BlOw YoUr FuCkInG mInD.
AT: oH,
AT: oKAY.
TC: HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk.
TC: :o)
AT: iT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD.
TC: WhAt'D i TelL YoU, bRo?
TC: YoU bEtTeR bE rEaDy tO cOoK uP sOmE fUcKiNg PaRtY bEaTs.
TC: ThEsE bItChEs Be ThE sTrEaMeRs AnD bAlLoOnS tO oUr MoThErFuCkInG pArTy PaLaCe.
TC: A pArTy KiNgDoM eVeN
TC: WhErE wE rUlE wItH tHe SiCkEsT fUcKiNg RhYmEs ThIs SiDe oF tHe WhOle FuCkInG pArTy GaLaxY.
AT: i GOT THE MOST ILLIN' BEATS READY TO BE SERVED UP,
TC: AwWw YeAh.
TC: I'm In ThE sLaM nOw
TC: WeLcOmE tO ThE jAm NoW
TC: FeElInG tHeSe BeAtS
TC: EaTiNg A pIe So FiNe
TC: GeTtInG hIgH wItH tHeSe TrEaTs
TC: GoNnA mAkE yOu MiNe.
TC: HoNk.
TC: WaTcH oUt FoR mY hOt AsS fLoW.
TC: BuRnInG tHe CeIlInG, mAkInG iT bRiTtLe.
TC: We GoNnA cOoL dOwN, dRiNk SoMe FaYgO
TC: AnD iF aLl ElSe FaIlS,
TC: MaYbE mAkE oUt A lItTlE.
TC: HoNk HoNk.
AT: hELL YEAH ALL THE FUCKING MAKING OUTS,
AT: wHAT KIND OF PARTY WOULD THIS BE WITHOUT,
AT: tHEN AFTER,,,,,
AT: tHEN AFTER,
AT: We massacre our friends, the remaining trolls!
AT: Fill their bodies full of bloody holes!
AT: This pie seems to contain a murderous slew!
TC: YeAh!
AT: When no one is left, I'll fucking kill you!
TC: Oh WaIt.
AT: Crush their bodies under my wheels!
AT: Can't wait for their dying squeals!
TC: Oh ShIt.
TC: I tHoUgHt ThIs PiE wOuLd MaKe YoU mElLoW. LiKe, MeLlOw-Er.
TC: BuT yOu'Re AlL mUrDeRoUs AnD sHiT –
AT: Use their organs for my meals!
AT: They try to bargain, but there are no deals!
AT: My rapping's as good as murder feels!
TC: YoUr RhYmEs ArE fUcKiNg FlY tHoUgH.
TC: FuCk. ShOuLd I LeT yOu KeEp ThE aLmIgHtY pIe GiViNg GiFt Of ThE sWeEtEsT sLaM? Or ShOuLd I nOt LeT yOu MuRdEr EvErYoNe?
TC: HaRd ChOiCe.
TC: We GoT tO cAlL iN tHe MoThErFuCkInG tRoLl WhIsPeReR.
TC: GoT tO gEt YoU tO cAlM tHe FuCk DoWn.
TC: HoNk.
TC: HeY,
TC: HeY, KaRkAt.
TC: HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk HoNk
CG: WHAT
AT: In the mood for blood pie!
AT: Won't be happy until they die!
CG: FUCK.
CG: WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?
TC: He aTe SoMe sOpOr pIe aNd StArTeD ThIs SiCk RaPpInG. So SiCk, He StArTeD aN ePiDeMiC.
TC: A pLaGuE eVeN.
TC: ThReAtEnInG tO wIpE oUt Us AlL oUt.
CG: WHY THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME IN HERE THEN?
TC: I dOn'T kNoW. YoU'rE lIkE oUr LeAdEr, Or SoMeThInG.
TC: YoU'rE sUpPoSeD tO sOlVe OuR pRoBleMs.
TC: Be ThE vOiCe Of FuCkInG ReAsOn.
TC: LiKe A mOtHeRfUcKiNg tRoLl WhIsPeReR, oR sOmE sHiT.
CG: WHEN THE FUCK HAVE YOU EVER HEARD ME WHISPER?
TC: In A dReAm, MaYbE.
TC: I rEmEmBeR yOu BeInG sO fUcKiNg GeNtLe.
TC: So FuCkInG nIcE.
TC: YoU'rE FiNgErS, MaN.
TC: YoU'rE mOtHeRfUcKiNg FiNgErS...
CG: I'M GOING TO HURRY AND DO THIS BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING MORE.
CG: ALTHOUGH, I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHAT THE HELL I'M DOING.
CG: MAYBE I SHOULD JUST...
CG:...PET HIS HEAD A LITTLE.
AT: All ready to hunt them down!
CG: SHOOOOOOOSH.
AT: And..rAP WITH A FUCKING CLOWN,
TC: YeAh, pUt ThAt bItCh To SlEeP.
TC: SiNg A fUcKiNg LuLlAbY.
CG: I'M NOT GOING TO SING.
TC: It WoUlD hElP. YoU'rE vOiCe Is So SmOoTh. So SmOoOoOoOoOoTh.
TC: LiKe A nEwLy HaTcHeD lArVa'S aSs.
TC: HoNk.
TC: SmOoOoOoOoOoTh.
TC: VoIoIoIoIoIoIcE.
CG: OKAY. JUST SHUT THE HELL UP.
CG: I DON'T KNOW ANY LULLABIES.
TC: JuSt MaKe OnE uP. I'lL gIvE yOu A pImPiN' bEaT.
TC: ThE pImPiEsT oF bEaTs.
TC: HiTtInG uP aLl ThE bItChEs.
CG: I DON'T THINK LULLABIES HAVE BEATS THAT FUNKY FRESH.
CG: BUT AS YOUR LEADER, I CAN MAKE DUE.
CG: HUSH LITTLE TAVROS, STOP BEING INSANE,
CG: KARKAT'S GONNA MAKE YOU ALL NICE AGIAN,
CG: AND IF GAMZEE FEEDS YOU SOPOR ONCE MORE,
CG: KARKAT'S GONNA KICK HIM 'TILL HE'S FUCKING SORE.
CG: ...HE'S ASLEEP.
CG: ….
CG: ….
CG: STOP MAKING OUT WITH HIS UNCONSCIOUS BODY.
TC: :o)
CG: ….
CG: I DIDN'T SAY TO START MAKING OUT WITH ME.
