Sep Seven Game Show Theme Lyrics - Headshots: Se7en - Atmosphere

(First of all, let meduce you... 

Seven, seven, seven, seven... ha ha!) 

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"All right all you players and player haters 

Once again it's time for the Sep Sev Game Show! 

Recorded live right here in lovely snowy Minnesota. 

This is the game where we make the average player a star. 

Now, if you'll join me, let's give it up for the host of the 

Sep Sev Game Show. That's right, here he is, Mr. Sep Sev!" 

(All right y'all it's time. Beyond, I want you and Ant to hold down the front the main entrances, keep an eye on them security guards. Eyedea, you stay out here and keep the truck goin'. Yo me and Gene Pool we're gonna hit up all these sick dumb fucks. Everybody get ready drop the masks, turn the safety's off here we go, you ready? 1, 2, 3!) 

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Yo, yo yo, fuck the money! 

Everyone on the floor, drop 

I want all the food in the bag 

I ain't tryin' to hear that sore talk 

Stole the dinner and rigged it to the freeway 

Flipped the screen play 

And made every love scene a three-way 

Soundtrack recorded here in Minne-snow-ta 

Tastes like ambrosia 

And disinfects pet odors 

Yo, let's hold our breath 

And show your chest 

If you're proud of it 

And wake me back to safety 

If you see me fallin' out a bit 

Under a full moon 

The color of my jism 

You can see her in the distance 

The images vivid 

And given the way the clouds moved 

It fucked with the lighting 

Grabbed me by the thoughts 

And pulled me tight like a kite string 

Photos 

"All right, let's here it for contestant number one" 

(Woo, yeah, look at me. Woo, ha) 

"What's your name sir?" 

(I'm MC Famous the Killer.) 

"Okay Mr. Anus Driller, do you want to play the next round for a Lexus? Matching socks? Or a harem of horny Miami based video honeys?" 

(Oh my God, yo, a whole bunch of Bay Watch bitches!) 

"Or do you just want to take the phony looking fifty dollar bills and run with the money?" 

(I want the sex man, just gimme the chicks man, just let me touch 'em man.) 

Now what if I spent 

My whole take home percent 

On gettin' bent 

And now I can't afford my rent 

Do I grab a crowbar to your back door? 

Or hit up Super America for the cash drawer? 

Fast forward 

I should be honest 

Cuz even my outer conscious 

Knows the odds of blowin' up 

Are equal to people wakin' up 

From sleepin' 

Keepin' me from retrievin' kingdoms 

Their bedtime stories used to bore me with 

Positioned in the orbit of my imagination 

Small portions if even that much 

Lusted by that drug 

Fell in lust with the brush 

Hush, maybe somewhere in it 

I became a cynic 

But your sexy grin 

Gets less attractive by the minute 

The planets in my head 

Now rotate around the mind 

The substance 

The bug shit 

All of my circumference 

And I function 

Like I don't give a fuck 

If you grasp it 

Resent the bitch that don't 

And cast him to the masses 

I ask: Is that right? 

I answer: Does it matter? 

I was glancin' at how you fancied the passion (bastard) 

How fast you scaled the ladder to jump 

I'd rather just flunk and gather your junk 

Yo dog, you should blast that punk 

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, I told you I was good at this shit!) 

"All right, in this next round our contestant is gonna slam a whole bottle of expensive fire water, chase it with a forty of malt liquor, smoke a blunt, load a gun, a sell records to fourteen year olds all over the country. And the first one of you genocidal, fashion fantasy fucks to go platinum wins." 

"Mr. Announcer tell 'em what they'll win!" 

Pissed on the asti spumante 

Sippin' kamikazes 

Shoulda called mommy 

When you saw me 

Pull up and deny me 

The rest of your life's a flashback 

When I jump out that hatchback 

Here's your tap give me my cash back 

For them whack tracks 

And that's that 

In fact, that's all you need 

Either take some kind of lead 

Or fall to your knees and bleed 

And how's your seed? 

And how's that rental runnin'? 

And how's the weed sellin'? 

And how's the demo comin'? 

Yo, yo, me and my participants 

Be the reason why you 

And your crew bit your lips 

Stick this in your mouth to cleanse it 

The fucking props is too expensive 

It makes me wanna end it 

Repent kid 

My advice is from here on out 

You purchase yellow boxers 

That way when your bitch does your laundry 

She won't tell her mom about the stains 

Created when I skated across that flat surface 

You refer to as "lyrical endowment" 

That con that conscious 

Run down with that trial ... 

That way I have some type of fluid... 

With what to expect on my next... 

From exponent to exponent to exponent... 

I've flown around the world...