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I second "Immortal," though I'd also add "Careful With That Mic..." by Clutch as well. Just look at the first verse:
So tell me, when you took the Practice Scholastic Aptitude Test
did you know the answers or did you just guess?
You rely on gimmicks to amuse your fans
and act all urban to jack-up your sound-scan.
What's the matter with you? How come you rhyme monosyllabically?
Is atrophy shrinking your entire vocabulary?
Your style's like garbage cans meant to be taken out on a weekly basis.
Ever since your first record you've been in a state of suspended animation.
You look like Snuffaluffagus and Australopithecus,
Me Cray, you Abacus.
But enough about you, let's talk about me
and how single-handedly I redifined the science of Radio Astronomy,
making Nobel Prize winners question their notions of reality.
Oh, but I digress, you play Sorry, I play Chess
King's pawn to B3, Checkmate, go get some Percacets.
Mmm. Sweet, sweet Clutch. |
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