[ one cannot slam the SLICK BEATS without gamzee knowing about it

and slamming right the fuck back ]

Haha— Turn up, crabbro!

[ he can hear the beat in his head already— sirens and honks and everything . . . he looks down to his scraggy, who eagerly pulls its bundle of loose skin up and promptly ( assertively!!! but rather cutely ) asks for a chance to challenge the clauncher, pulling at the clown's pants to get his attention. ]

You want the beat, Pb? Aight— Hit us up while I get ready to kick this bitch down the motherfuckin' stairs—

[ "hells yeah!!" it squeaks, and off it goes with a one handed beatbox, while gamzee starts off. ]

Yoooo, guess it's my chance, my silent water brother!
Motherfucker with a thousand fuckin' words, one after another—
Got a clown to nod with the lines, check those strict fuckin' rhymes
Ain't a teach, but you want some schoolfeedin', yeah?
Alls you gotta do is some motherfuckin' believin'—
You ain't got no frown, but Gamz read some true.
Tell your invertebrothers, right the fuck here— words be paper and my hear ducts be glue.
What's got you all motherfuckin' blue?

[ AYYYYYY ]