When I once found work as a mime in New York (it was the nineties—anything was possible), I had a problem with rodents in my place. There was an unused basement in my apartment building, so I started tossing them in there rather than kill them outright.

After a while, I got to feeling bad about their living conditions, so I
installed running water and heat. Later, I started feeding them as much as I
could afford to, and even repainted down there. I figured they were getting
bored, so I put in some exercise wheels, a small pool, and even a couple
water-slides!

By and by, I learned that other mimes (a common occupation at that
time in New York) had solved their rodent problem in this way, and built
special basements like mine. Some of them had even gotten a little bit
competitive, and started a ranking system. The top ten were put on a list which was updated every week.

Before long, I too caught the fever—and with hard work and dedication I
eventually ended up at the top of... 'The New York Mimes’ Pest-Cellar List'.

「 Story by Andrew Hatch
Recording by Jon Buck 」

The Pest of the Best

Sick Triplets [Instrumental]

Vinyl Fantasy X (Prelude) [Instrumental]

Bubbagarette (Feat. Bubb Rubb & Lil Sis)

"It's like three different kinds of weed, grown all together."

The Rugged End [System Check]

ZOO ESCAPE!

...this-ll diss you meaner
mang my reach gotcha for
the kill gold silk papa
ill preach plus darius
ruck n judas priest how we
speak trill primal screech
fine-take my orangatang
he sang in his prime (wait)

i do joint go primate
two point oh beast not
anointed so i rip rap
sick quip and flow wit
the wicked solo...or
posse-d up like a lit
three 6 clique did i got
smoke high thought that 
could choke Noob Saibot!!

yup that bottled lighting
on the spot  jack just nick
nack not too frightening
life siphoning on drama
heightening yo hip-hops…

i mean jesus he just flung
shit we sung cuz he cucked
he hung like a rhesus rat-
-a-tat stun cap wille shat-
-na wanna be mack bitch get
to the back! ya not made of
what we dont lack dont you
got a bag to pack of shiny
junk in a stack!? hun for
real i gun number one yes
its fading some tho im ne-
-cessitating a rack! bigshot

naught you got so cut the
fuss just trust us clickity
clack qwerty half past thirty
my game sturdy when i slay
decks get at more predator

core what i vetted for your
hardly worth time to attack
according to this list of risk tisk tisk i make a fist silly shits rap that crack whip in
fits for killin illin like a villain evil what im dealin willie fisk and you pricks  aint even half a macaque!!!!!

of so-so simians rid me em
him he in a bad hand i find
with none of a kind jacks
big blind all gold dissect
ya mind in no time ya fold
tip of my cap to another cursed
verse rap on the map with a tack

Semisimian (Feat. BAD APE RAP)

“Based on a true story.”   —The Watcher

Black Irish [Raw]

oh there he blow on a mo
chatty flow lit wit nit
wit spit grit that he show
never sang click clack 
clever bang went on for
ever dang i mean look
at that laddie flow clean
rap lickety split in fact
on a patio punk rock rad
we know the man-ll lumber
jack your number one flanel
and make off in plaid he grow
thats a fact he macked a rap
rat-a-tat white and black
hat buck he so chuckie chap

oh my it be anxiety thanks
hi its me ya cuz what it do
DJ screw swang thru H-town
what it do coast to coast
head writer buckin yost
snack stash amassed he
tuckin toast oh your luck
in folks inhibiting fidgets
bring prince mode to king
toad ribiting digits bling
in the game since pong he
ping him he in simian kin
we win over you wit the
fling of a poo swang thru
scooped cheryl swoops n
ya boo in the coupe dipped
out n took em to soup no
doubt BUCK clout about 
historic folkloric most
known shout…and im out

...

Black Irish [Raw]

BUCK

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