[Sample taken from the motion picture 'Planes, Trains & Automobiles]
Car Rental Agent: How may I help you?
Neal: You can start by wiping that fucking dumb-ass smile off your rosey, fucking, cheeks!

[Verse One: Pip Skid]
Hey shit face tell me where the rent went
Ahhhh, I gotta vent my resentment
Playin' music loud, daan daanan dant
With no respect for the rest of the tenement
I'm back, full of letters that I never sent
I need medicine, fuck you let us in
It's wild game like venison
A lot of things to do I don't do like the president
Menace in the inner city swing a mini bat
Just like Smitty only listen to gritty rap
Too much hugging and kissing will bring the pitter pat
A little feet, a kiddie seat and a bitter Pat
And there'll be none of that
Yeah let me run it back
Wise like a funny crack
Never with the yellow happy face sunny crap
Run up in the bank and then flee with the money sack

[Hook: Yy]
State fed don't need to fake shit
Break Bread
Eat cake, beats to break shit
They feds gon' bleed the fake shit
Break Bread
We take beats and make shit

[Verse Two: Yy]
We're incredible
You're not credible
Turn your back catch you squealing to the federal
Wait a second though, fire is what we set 'em all
Go against your word, hang you higher than we let it go
Detestable, prior to the Pip crew
Blended in, not admired but we slipped through
Now we firing, so you drip when you get to
Yy is going too fast, Pipi's going to hit you
He's got a stop sign
You gotta stop cryin'
Get depressed like your face from a hot iron
Not dying for the race
Stockpiling
First place credit, either dead it or we rottweiling
Not smiling, tear it up when we drop by
A lot of chit chat writ, that's a hot lie
Pot pie, chicken shit, bet you're not quite
In it for a minute for we set it on sight

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Pip Skid]
Turn beats into songs like beets into broscht
Ain't nothing short of a chef with a full course
Move into court with the push of a bull's force
Shit stuck tight, eeeh never pull's off
Reap off the benefit
With the pen of Pip
Lost count of the dues I've paid it's been a bit
Legs like a centipid
Get my vegetables
Hit your guest, you need to eat the testicles
We the detestibles, we play with your heart
Serial killer who's too lazy to start
And a good fart still make me laugh for a minute
Love hip hop not the half wits in it
Bastid's spinnin' I'm mean I'm mean
You sit around with Seventeen magazine
While the rap scene
Need to do more than writing
More rock, less talk less pillow biting

[Hook]

[Outro: Pip talking]
Yes! Yes! That's Yy. Make you check out his Turn The Gun project on ah...Faltone Records. It's called 'Rap Day'. Featuring Gumshoe Strut, Yy and Cutdown. Shit is blazin'. Yeah, Winnipeg. I-I-I gotta stop listening to all this Gangster Nip. I think I'm losing my mind. Haha. Hey Hunnicut. Take us out of here