I like to fish cuz fishing’s fun Here is the fish song number one This first song’s about muskellunge That’s short for musky is what I sez Musky fish are real hard to catch No you don’t catch em in no net All you use is a real big bowl Make sure it’s big and strong, ya know Cuz musky fish is like big and strong They’re like 50 inches long With lots of teeth and very aggressive Yes they’re orange in color, unless it’s A hybrid like a tiger monkey In that case it’s less trustworthy Musky, Musky, they’re the bomb That’s the reason we wrote this song Here is the best kind of ocean fish Here is the best fish that I wish I could catch: it’s a Spanish mackerel No they are not colored black yellow Silver blue, black spots and yellow Spots on their belly is what I tell tho Spanish mackerel’s much like musky Very aggressive, sharp and tusky Teeth like a musky Best fighting fish kickin’ up a dust heap Here is what you use to catch them Alewife: that’s a bait fish, yes’m You can catch any fish with that Alewife: that’s where it’s at I knew a Cuban guy fished for hours With a gigantic cast net maximum power Spanish mackerel: super fine Spanish mackerel, bite my line Now what I’m gonna do That’s why here is a song about fluke They have no fins and they’re a flounder Average size is two or three pounder Unless you’re dealin’ with my buddy Vick Who catches em eleven pounds flat and thick And Brian catches em real big too Cuz they two guys like to catch good fluke You’ll really like what I use for bait OK, now hold on – wait I use what you call “fluke killer rig” Use it with a piece of squid And a mummichog. A mummichog is a bait fish That’s how ya catch the fluke yo, ain’t it Yeah, that’s how you catch good fluke Now sing the chorus with me, dude Fluke: livin’ in the bay What more can I really say Here is a good place to catch some fish It is a great place, yes it is It is a secret good place I go to It’s called Red Wing, Minnesota Red Wing, Red Wing, ’sippi River Lock and Dam with a bait for a liver Fishing beneath the Lock and Dam Stood there for hours but it was a scam Stood there for hours – when will it end? Just then, I saw my rod tip bend I set the hook, cuz I had a fish Pulled it up, all I said was: ish Cuz it was no walleye – what could I do It was no walleye: it was a shoe Fishing at Red Wing is real nice It’s the only place where there’s no ice In March – but it’s not safe to walk on Red Wing fishing hole, totally rock on Walleyes are concentrated in one spot Cuz the Lock and Dam is like totally locked And there are a large variety of fish Red Wing is fun – it is Red Wing, Red Wing, it’s the bomb Red Wing, Red Wing, Vietnam I don’t think we’re in the right spot If we don’t catch not a lot Let’s start drifting, catch some sauger Pullin’ some sauger up, spinnin’ my auger Now everybody comes fishin’ in my hole Driftin’ on over, man, come on, bro Yeah, now they left – yeah, that was boat rage Catchin’ some fish, yeah – fishin’ the moat, eh Now it’s windy with windborne headache I use bait with a fish horn lead snake OK now it’s early morning OK drift off – let’s go snoring Whoa, I caught one: fifteen meters Ten seconds flat with bat-like feelers I’m so glad we went fishin’ today I ain’t got nothin’ else to say Bite my line, now it explodes Dang, I think I caught a toad A - L - E to the W - Y Yeah, that’s the bait they call the alewife Yeah, you know they all die real easy Plus they’re fishy and plus they’re greasy Four inches long, one inch wide Four inches long with a dot on the side They’re good for fishing for redfish, speckled trout Flounder, Spanish and bluefish, yow King-size mackerel, hardtail live shrimps Even more good for monkeys and live chimps Yeah, the big ones – they’ll come and get it What can’t you catch – anything will catch it Man, alewife swim in the big fish school They are reflective and they’re totally smooth Alewife, alewife, see em from a mile away You need a heavy net with a fast cast sway They’re really fast and they’re hard to catch But now I gotta go – here comes Matt A - L - E to the W - Y Fish all flyin’ up in the sky Stingrays and catfish, listen up here Fishin’ all day off the Bob Sikes Pier Man, them ’rays is bitin’ today So are the catfish – ah, no way But if the wind blows ’gainst the tide Or if the tide is ebbed aside Then, boy, look out: you’re catchin’ some catfish Stingrays, catfish, rupees and trash fish Don’t eat none of those: you’ll get sick Silver hake, man, that stuff’s ick Two kinds of catfish: sail cats, blue cats One has antennae comin’ out though back Stingrays and catfish That’s what I catches Just like a pin that you stick in you with Here is a song that’s called pinfish Here is a story that I’ll tell now First, I was fishin’ with a mullet cow I chopped the mullet cow up in chunks Caught me some pinfish: lots of em Pinfish, they are the pigs of the sea Once I was give em away for free Cuz I caught more than two coolers full That is the truth and that’s no bull- Head. – How did I catch so many, you ask I can’t tell you, but don’t be mad OK here I’ll give you a hint There is a channel that the fish are in And the fish are all sitting inside the channel And that’s how I catch so many animals Pinfish love to eat your bait Pinfish: they prolificate Bait makes a difference when you fish Here are good baits to fish you with Alewife, yeah of course you know mullet Squid and bull minnows big as a trumpet Needlefish, and some pinfish too Sand fleas, Cheetos and Mountain Dew Plus fiddler crabs, yeah, fiddler crabs Live shrimp, oh boy – bunker, yeah Good old bunker, A.K.A. menhaden That’s the stuff is so gross: no way, man Bluefish for sharks, electric eels Hardtails just for how they feel Bonita is a game fish: keep for shark bait Super bloody meat that drips OK Bait makes a difference in what you catch Specially when you cast your net We used to catch sharks in the surf That was back then, for what it’s worth Ocean: that’s where the sharks be at So don’t be all disputatin’ back So, OK – wading out to my belly Now I look down and say: Oh Nelly Oh man, that is a six-foot shark How can I tell when it’s after dark I’ll tell you: first take a look at the fins If they are big with a dorsal tip That’s black, then go and run for the water Fishing with cut mullet is worse than otter Yeah fishin’ for a while out back of the sea Caught a little tunie as big as a bee No, wait a minute – that’s a ladyfish No, that was a flounder maybe I wish Fifty foot steel cable with nylon coating Dang, somethin’ bit right through – my arm’s floating The ocean: where the sharks be at I’m gonna run, go get my hat

Who’s on the mic with the beat that’s blasting MCB going long and lasting All day with the good raps I say I’m flexible like Indian clay On the mic when I’m coming correct with good raps You step back but it’s a trap Look at my power pack filled to the level of red I’m alive but the cops all want me dead Cuz I’m too good when I rap on beat They ring their siren and arrest me That’s why I always rap like this Cuz I can say words with my lips Nobody ever raps good no more That’s why I pack my 44 And go shoot at random and get all mad Don’t believe me ask my dad

Coming out here at the party with a mic Too proud to beg but I’m willing to bite And you all know my name is MCB I ain’t done nothing y’all ain’t already seen But I’m back with a rap and a black four-track And now all we need is a rack for this crap Always I am striving up for the highest ideal And keeping it real like mag wheels Plus I am raising my arm up to the sky And swearing by everything that is so high That I promise to uphold my duty as an awesome rapper And be a role model for Manhattan And so I’m ready to leave now so bye I got a car so y’all know I drive

This beat is straight from the ghetto slum Cuz it’s not very fun it’s slow and dumb Now I am holding a light saber Posing like Clark Gable fighting an alligator I’m like Ann Landers answering hordes of bystanders With flames shooting out of my face for my answer Don’t even remark my rap is slow Cuz I’ve been dead five hours ago I was born in Wisconsin when I was young Then we moved to Kentucky that was fun When I went to Jamaica they rang the alarm And when I went to the ghetto they shot my arm Now I rock hard with a good rap style MCB going on for miles Never do I stop always winning the race Cuz like picante sauce I keep the pace

And if you try to touch me you’ll get burned Cuz I’m hotter than fire and that’s for sure You are listening to the dope rap emcee When I rap on beat I collect the green Cuz I get paid to cold rap on beat Don’t believe me or Jermaine Dupri Then ask Brian I am like a raving lion With two big wings that are totally giant Wow now I’m like chomping you Cuz I’m hungry with nothing but you for food But you’re so fat that I spat you out Cuz you’re so fat you’re a nasty lout

When I’m on the mic can’t stop me block me Erick Sermon singing the theme song for Rocky Now I’m out blasting teaching my class and Really mixing my acid with the bass that’s massive Always on the corner supporting my ghetto And I’m paving a concrete street thru the meadow So I can build more projects and have more children So that they can hang outside of the red brick building And have more children that is my plan To dominate the earth with my ghetto clan So I plug in the mic and say the rap When I finish my verse I replace my hat Cuz I always remove my hat when I perform Otherwise it makes me uncomfortably warm

Somebody call the police look at the mic It’s being held by the best rapper tonight MCB the coolest rapper ever invented With an unprecedented open ended sentence And my allergies are bad but I will not back down No I won’t stop rapping the mic into the ground Until it’s dead bringing it thru the underworld Then pulling it back up by its cord into the world To finish my verse I don’t rehearse I just wing it Rehearsing is for suckers that rap more like singers Than rappers but I cause total disaster That is shaking the walls faster flaking the plaster Off so I better sign-off before somebody gets an injury From me the B

Who rocks the mic with amazing skill Coming out with metal hands and blazing drills With an army tank pulling a school bus behind With a steel reinforced twine fishing line And I’m using the claw hold to make you dance While I’m scaring the children with a vampire mask If you don’t know my name or it’s hard to read I am telling you now I’m MCB So you better remember or I’ll be mad Oh yeah I’m a certified high school grad Also so you better run back into your shed Or I’ll chase you downhill upon my sled Cuz I have eyes that are totally staring Cuz you have legs that are totally hairy

Rolling down the street cold pumping Bach On my Glenn Gould tape that totally rocks When I rap on the mic like this all day It brings back to mind my Glenn Gould tape Now people might say this is not the time or the place To be mentioning a Glenn Gould tape But I say: Who is the owner of this mic Who owns this four-track, who did write This good rap, did you sample this beat And make the first line say: Rolling down the street Cold pumping Bach Where is this wisdom that you say that I can’t say Glenn Gould rocks On my song that I produced That it doesn’t have anything to do with you So once you buy your own four-track new Then you can rap about Motley Crue Or whatever, but until that day You’ll have to listen to my Glenn Gould tape

What on the great green earth is this With a powerful arm slamming down a fist Slamming down like a fireball blazing up like a lightning bolt On the mic I’m frightening dope Fly powerful rapping for an hour full Looking horrible charging like four bulls Ranging the earth with giant wings of bronze Cold flying thru the air battling Eons Like a monster conquering mutant condor Spanish fly I wear my hair in a pompadour Now I’m on the mic say the funky rap I attack like a shark that is dark and black Down deep in the water floating around You may think I’m asleep but I already drowned

When I rap I’m hacking thru the forest of beats With a chainsaw swinging my axe into a tree With green arms pulver’ing you with big muscles Poking you with a pole popping you like a bubble Look at my anger it is rising like smoke Blackening up the sky like a big black cloak Now it’s midnight nowhere to run and I’m the one With a gigantic microphone weighing a ton That I speak into amplificating every word Till it echoes thru the forest and frightens the birds Now I stomp around moving my big feet and laughing Ripping and crashing down with big bashing sounds MCB’s in town With a big bloody wedding gown

Here is a rap I wrote today I hope that it comes out OK It is something that I can feel It is a rap about turkey burritos Mmm yeah I love them things Turkey and cheese and onion rings Wrapped in a corn tortilla soft And sprinkled with lettuce and born aloft Nacho cheese I love thee Help me breathe nacho cheese If you go to Taco Bell And you want something fine and swell Just buy a turkey burrito they sell Don’t buy seven just buy twelve Now just drive in your red Fiero Down the street in your fine sombrero Eating your turkey burrito there yo Enrique Iglesias in the stereo Roll it up tuck it in Let the cheese drip down your chin Let the hot sauce drop down in a splotch Upon your crotch oh that’s hot [I returned home just the other day And didn’t even know like what to say Cuz Lisa was here and her mom was too And I didn’t know what they were trying to do] MCB now here I am Back by demand with a mic stand Rapping constantly super awesome G And my cactus is now blossoming Cuz I rock the mic like a pro I drop ninety-five beats per show While I’m wearing a tank top I’m in a Hardware Hank shop shooting blanks off I like to rap like a wild half human ape That’s why I sound like this on tape Cuz I’m crazy losing control I eat wild berries out of a bowl On the mic I’m good rapping MCB More rap for you is more cash for me Cuz I get paid every time I rap So take your hands out and make them clap MCB rapping like a wild man much like a Neanderthal Eating the intestines of a swine MCB dragging women forcefully lifting up my wooden club Howling at the highest mountain shrine When I’m back and my hair is scraggly Y’all better not all try to play me I rap hard like a werewolf Cuz I’m back and I’m ready to scare you I’m dope on the mic with solid skill Ready to move in for the kill Dangerous uncivilized With scary eyes they’re yellow eyes I was chained up to the wall But I snarled and broke loose y’all Watch out I’m deadly Rapping vicious on the melody I cold tear the drums with teeth of death Blood is dripping down my dress MCB’s in town Ready to put my big foot down Now I’m back I can’t help myself I make the beat collapse and melt Pulling out my six shooter I am not neither declawed nor neutered Causing danger leaping out at strangers Oh my he’s insane dear Now I’m back with the mic and a rap Everyone sees me they all clap Causing danger leaping out at strangers Oh my he’s insane dear Yeah you old folks better run Or I will wrestle you till the sun Comes out and then I’ll flee After I cold break your knee What have I to say to thee Now you’ve seen the face of MCB Rapping like a wild man much like a Neanderthal Eating the intestines of a swine MCB dragging women forcefully lifting up my wooden club Howling at the highest mountain shrine