A/N: This is what happens when Knives gets stoned/high/I can't really tell, he's freakin' me out. O.O He…well, he sings. ^^;; I didn't do it, I swear!

Um, don't worry J-Nettie Spaghetti, I didn't steal any of your lines, although I did use some of the original song lines. They're the author of Donuts are Back, where Vash sings a parody of Baby Got Back. Knives sings in this one. But, ya know, her's is a lot better, so go read it! XD

Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun, any type of drugs, or Sir-Mix-A-Lot's Baby Got Back. …I love that song!!

Thanks all you reviewers! *happiness*

~*~*~*~*~*Psychos on Crack*~*~*~*~*~

Midvalley: Oh my God Legato, look at his face.

Legato: It's so bright.

Midvalley: He looks like one of those high stoner guys.

Legato: Who understands those stoner guys?

Midvalley: We only serve him because he acts like a total psycho. I mean, his face.

Legato: It's just so happy.

Midvalley: I can't believe it's so nice.

Legato: It's just so high.

Midvalley: I mean, it's weird.

Legato: Look, he's just on…crack!

(music starts)

Knives: I hate spiders and I cannot lie!

You other killahs ought a try!

When a human walks by in your itty-bitty space

And gets up in your face

You get pissed.

Wanna pull out a gun

Cuz' shootin's really fun.

Deep in the pants I'm wearin',

It's stuck and I can't stop swearin'.

Oh scumbag, I wanna kill ya,

And take a pictah,

My minions tried to warn me

But with that stash Rem got

Makes me so horny!

Gung-Ho Guns: O.O;;

Ooh, killin's a sin,

Only doin' it for my kin,

So you better not use me you son of a bitch or else I'll lose my energy and DIE!! (he points menacingly at the gung-ho guns) You hear me! (he runs around the stage, dragging the microphone behind him) SAVE THE PLANTS!!! (at this point he sees the stand trailing behind him and tries to pry the microphone away from it) Get off you bastard! (He kicks it free, hitting Legato in the face)

*clears throat*

I've seen them dancin',

The hell with romancin'!

I wanna 'em dead, red, gonna put a bullet in your head!

*makes gun with fingers*

I'm tired of Dominique,

Sayin' speed's the only thing,

Take the average bad plant and ask 'em that

*points to self*

Baby gotta pack much crack.

Gung-Ho Guns: *sweatdrop*

Soooo… (looks around until he spots Legato) BITCH!!

Legato: *sigh* Yes?

Bitches!

Gung-Ho Guns: Yeah!?

Has your mastah got the stuff!?

Gung-ho Guns: Um, maybe!?

Well tell 'em to make it!

Gung-ho Guns: Make it!?

Make it!

Gung-Ho Guns: Make it!

Make those super guns!

Psychos on crack!

*dances around*

Psychos on crack!

*dances around some more*

I like to pound, and kick,

And I sometimes even lick,

I just can't help myself,

I'm actin' like an animal,

Now here's my scandal.

I wanna get you home,

And POW, double ow, POW POW!

Play with 'em like toys,

Till I find out they're just decoys.

*shakes head*

That ain't cool man.

Leonoff: *snickers*

I wanna real thick and juicy,

So find that human bubble,

Million's in trouble,

Beggin' to make some rubble.

So I'm lookin' at cop videos,

Knockin' these bad guys, whack criminals,

You can keep them bimbos,

I'll keep me minions like so-so.

A word to the crack lord dealahs,

I wanna get with ya,

I might cuss or hit ya,

But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna snort,

*snorting noises*

Till the break of dawn.

They got it goin' on,

I know Vash won't like this song,

Cuz' that puss wants to hit it and quit it,

But I'd rather slay all day.

Cuz' I'm strong, my head's wrong,

And I'm bound to get the friction on!

*winks at Legato*

Legato: *shudders*

So Leggy! (ew!) Leggy! (ew!)

Mind if I call you Peggy!? (go away!)

Then turn around,

Stick it out,

Even Kaite boy has to shout,

Psychos on crack!

Legato: *runs away screaming from being asked to 'stick it out'*

Psychos on crack!

*dances around*

Yeah baby,

When it comes to minions,

The cosmos ain't got nothin' to do with my selection.

Shoulders picks, calls me whore, left arm licks,

Only if they're for free.

So your girlfriend hits your hardah,

Typin' work stuff by the cartah,

But your little Meryl ain't got a heart in any partah.

My anaconda don't want none unless you've got guns, hun!

Gung-Ho Guns: *hide guns*

You can eat cheesecake and hot dogs,

But please don't gain a gut.

My brother wants to play that hard role,

And tell you eatin's the way to go,

So he'll make it, and leave it,

And you'll pull up quick to retrieve it.

Legato: I most certainly will not.

So the gung-hoes say your fat,

Well I ain't down with that!

Cuz' your waist is small and your curves are kickin',

And I'm thinkin' about stickin',

My big beanpole up your-

Legato: Make it stop, please! You don't want this thing!

Give me some hard shit, I can't resist it,

I sure did miss that hard hit.

Some broom-head tried to dis',

Cuz' crack ain't on his list.

He had aim but he chose to kid 'em,

And always willin' to forgive 'em.

So minions if the drug is ground,

And you want a triple death showdown,

Dial 1-900-CRACKALOT,

And live them nasty thoughts!

Psychos on crack!

*dances around*

Psychos on crack!

*passes out*

Gung-Ho Guns: O.O

Legato: *in fetal position* Make it…stop…

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A/N: ^^;; There ya go. Knives…on crack. Didn't think it would happen, did ya?

Rem: LOVE AND PEACE!!!

…it was HER stash.

Rem: *passes out*

^^ There we go.

Please review! (last update for a while!)