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[electric organ playing]

[hip-hop beat playing]

[tapping]

[yawns]

[Tupac] Toni had worked through the night, recording songs to present to Dalia.

Once again, he didn't get any sleep. And he was super nervous.

-[slurping] -[man] Toni!

[choking]

Pipo? What are you doing here?

Bro, crazy shit, you'll never believe this.

Miss Müller-Müller invited me over to rap for her.

I was like, "I've never done that."

And then she was all like, "Listen to your gut, Pipo."

So I listened to my gut and wrote lyrics about pizza,

and now I'm officially signed!

-Wait, what? -They signed me!

Miss Müller-Müller said I've got heart.

Pipo, you're a pizza boy.

But with heart!

-[hip-hop playing] -Whoo!

♪ Pizza boy ♪

♪ Yeah, I bring that pizza, boy ♪

♪ Delivered straight to your door ♪

♪ Hot and ready Hits ahoy ♪

♪ Pizza boy, pizza boy ♪

♪ Yeah, I bring that pizza, boy ♪

♪ Bring only the purest joy ♪

♪ Pipo got the freshest toys ♪

[song ends]

Doesn't make any sense.

Toni?

Come.

[exhales]

RAT RACE TONI

[hip-hop intro playing]

♪ You gotta keep rolling Hustling them deals ♪

♪ Keep your eyes on the road And your hands up on the wheel ♪

♪ Vroom, vroom ♪

♪ Find your place in this rat race ♪

♪ So much cheese to chase In this maze, there's no escape ♪

Thank you, I got it.

-♪ Just another-- ♪ -[music stops]

Very niche.

What?

Yeah, y'know, it's just not really what we had in mind.

Okay.

So, yeah, um…

There's… this one.

♪ Used to spit bars for the art ♪

♪ I write hits for the top of the chart ♪

♪ If you are smart Then just play your part ♪

♪ Keep it on point Stay fly like a dart ♪

♪ Yeah Holy macaroni ♪

♪ Homie, this is Toni ♪

Turn it off.

♪ You can learn a lot from me Padawan like Obi-- ♪

[Dalia sighs]

Um… Well, now that's too, uh, like, full of, uh… Argh.

W-words?

Yep.

Full of words.

It's too full of words?

The wrong words, Fleischer.

Um…

There's one more, actually.

Okay.

But it's not finished yet, so…

y'know, just keep in mind, it'll sound better.

'Kay, I'm hitting play.

[psychedelic music starts]

♪ Don't talk to me I ain't got no time ♪

[echoing] ♪ No time ♪

♪ Rolling through the hood In the milky oat white ♪

♪ Swag! ♪

♪ Another block Headed for gentrification ♪

♪ New housing Glossy windows glorification ♪

♪ Until their walls get sprayed With graffiti-fication ♪

♪ On their front porch Is where I left defecation ♪

Yep.

[music stops]

Yeah, this is it.

-This is the track. -It is?

No.

That's not a hit.

None of these are hits!

I put my reputation on the line because I believed in you, man.

But you went for a walk in the park instead of writing.

Yeah, me and my son were--

-You have to take this seriously! -I am, though.

Bring me a hit!

You have three days.

You said two weeks before…

Yeah, but my interest in you just got cut down to size.

Oh. Okay, but I need some more--

Two days!

Okay.

[Dalia] Ugh…

-Okay… -Okay.

[electric organ playing]

CRAP HAPPENS

[Tupac] While Toni was up to his neck in trouble,

everything at home was perfectly fine.

The house was fine.

OKAY.

The weather was fine.

OKAY

Even Wera's sorry little vegetable patch,

where nothing grew except for one very strange plant, was fine.

Everything was fine. Until…

WERA'S VEGETABLE PATCH

[distant bird screeching]

[man] Hmm.

[ominous guitar notes playing]

[crunching]

[in Spanish] It's top quality.

Mother Nature gave this place a great gift.

Am I right?

[in English] Uh… Why are you speaking Spanish?

I'm learning Spanish on this app, and I'm behind right now.

[app] Muy bien, Marc.

Gracias.

Cool. Sorry, I mean, yeah, uh…

Muy cool-o.

I've already turned the app off.

-Okay. -So this is where you bring in the crops?

Yeah, uh, those are the crops, and, uh…

This is how we package it.

[mysterious music playing]

[Marc] And the assholes who live here?

-They're completely clueless. -[blade ringing]

Good.

Berlin's gonna lose its mind over this shit.

Tell your mama we have a deal.

[bird screeching]

[both laughing]

[Tupac] Marc Weissmann snagged fourth place

in Drug Dealer Weekly's Dealer of the Year competition.

Sergej, the Mayor's son,

BERLIN'S GREAT DEALER HOPE

was proud he'd managed to lure him to Schitten.

[all laughing]

Come on, let's go.

[Tupac] No, nothing was fine.

NOT IN ORDER FERRES NOT APPROVED

But Toni didn't know anything about that yet.

He had other problems to deal with.

-[Charly chuckling] -[Tupac tweets]

[Charly] Hi! So, how did it go?

-Not good. -Oh. I know what'll cheer you up.

ARMAGEDDON

No.

You said we'd watch it every single day.

I didn't mean literally every day.

Okay, so how about this weekend you try stand-up paddle limbo with me?

-Charly! -Uh…

I know it's still a while away,

but my coming-of-age ceremony is in eight months,

and we have to invite everyone and find a venue…

The music! Can you please do the music?

It's such an important night, and Sascha's coming…

[Tupac] All the problems got even bigger when Toni broke

the one golden rule of parenting…

One must never, never, ever, ever, ever, under any circumstances, no matter what…

Charly, just shut up!

…take out their stress on their child.

[sighs]

Oh, goddamn it.

Charly, I'm sorry.

-[throat clearing] -Ahh!

My dear son…

I'm not your son, I was born before you, Johnny.

Do you know what you just did, teddy bear?

You just got the Circle of Stress rolling.

[mystical music playing]

[disembodied voices] The Circle of Stress.

The Circle of Stress?

You're stressed and you dumped it on Charly.

You might think, "Hey, I'm rid of it now, I'll never see my stress again."

But Charly's now carrying your stress out there,

and it'll travel from person to person, getting bigger and stronger

until someday, when you least expect it, the stress is going to come back,

and it's going to bite you in the ass. The Circle of Stress.

What?

[clears throat] Person A, in this case, you,

triggers a chain reaction of stress in the lives of persons B, C, D, E…

so on and so forth.

Each of them then triggers little chain reactions of stress of their own,

-like mini chain reactions… -[tweets]

…which influence and reinforce each other,

and in the end, the accumulated stress energy will return.

The Circle of Stress. It's a thing.

It's not a thing!

-I didn't believe it at your age either. -Johnny, you're younger than me. Good God!

The Circle of Stress is a thing.

[voices echoing] Stress.

[scoffs] It's not.

[chuckling sadly]

And so it begins.

The Circle of Stress.

-[banging on door] -[Toni] Shut up, Johnny!

POLICE & PEDICURES

[Tupac] After Toni's outburst, Charly wanted to go see Sascha right away.

Ever since their breakup, he'd been heartbroken and missed her like crazy.

But there was one little Swiss problem.

Well, I'm scared of mountains.

[romantic music playing]

A deep and pervasive horror of snow-covered fields.

Only one in a million people in Switzerland deal with this awful illness.

And Switzerland is full of mountains,

so life there becomes a never-ending torture.

It's pretty much impossible to deal with. And they're all called Köbi, you know?

Yeah. Yeah, for sure.

I don't want to be too forward, but I have an incredible desire to kiss you.

[gasps]

You're so wild, Köbi.

I know. I hear that a lot.

Kiss me, Köbi.

-[Charly] What the hell? -[music stops]

Oh. Hey, Charly. How's it yodelin'?

How could you do this to me?

[Tupac] Charly wasn't particularly proud of what happened next, but…

Charly! Charly, no!

-…there. -Charly!

-The stress. -[voices echoing] The Circle of Stress.

Charly!

-Um, so… -[voices murmuring] Stress…

I don't mean to be too forward again, but

-I really need to use the bathroom. -Stress…

And not for a number 1.

Charly!

-Stress… -No!

[Tupac] And the Circle of Stress kept on circling.

[Jana] Snuggle bug, we've talked about this.

You don't handle rejection very well.

-Yeah… -You gotta work on that.

But nothing's going the way it's supposed to.

No one said it was gonna be easy.

[foreboding music playing]

[Marc] I know, Grandma, it's not my first time smuggling.

Yeah, I'm putting some of your old pork chops on top of it.

That'll throw them sniffer dogs off real good.

Normally, I'd rub it with coffee as well, but this will do for now.

What do you say we make some baked apples when I get home?

You're breaking up. What?

PARKING PROHIBITED AT ALL TIMES

[Jana] Have you done anything with Toni that you both enjoy?

Well, we towed something.

So do that again.

24-HOUR TOWING SERVICE

Mama? You're the best.

[quirky music playing]

Hm.

-[grunts] -[air hissing]

[Tupac] In the meantime, Toni made no progress whatsoever.

Whatsoever.

EVERYTHING'S SHIT, EVERYTHING'S SHIT, EVERYTHING'S SHIT

This is all shit.

This is all shit!

[phone ringing]

Ugh!

What?

Yes, hello. The name's Weissmann.

I'm stuck here.

Me too.

I'm trapped in Schitten. I don't know what to do now.

Who isn't, bro?

[Marc] Can you come get me?

I've got fucking writer's block!

Can you think of something worse than that?

[animal snarling]

Uh, a wolf is eyeing me from the trees.

-[barking] -At least I think so.

Don't know anything about village animals.

[Charly] Do we have a new towing job?

-We don't. -[Marc] You do!

Please, it's been a really bad day.

-I know! -[Marc] Mine too!

-Maybe we can just chill? -I gotta write, there's no time.

Can't you do that later?

-[Marc] Yes, please. -No!

This is bullshit!

[Marc] The wolf's coming closer. I think it smells the meat.

-[phone thuds] -[Johnny] Circle of Stress…

Circle of Stress.

[voices] The Circle of Stress.

[grunting]

[voices echoing]

Okay, what's going on?

You yelled at me earlier and you don't have time for me.

Nothing's going the way it was supposed to.

-But you know I have to write, come on. -Yeah.

So why is this so difficult?

Mom says I can't handle being rejected super well.

[sighs] Same.

And that I should do something about it.

Yeah, we should.

-[hopeful music playing] -Do you have to start writing again?

One sec.

-[groans] -[pen clicking]

Listen. You go to the supermarket…

INGREDIENTS FOR PIZZA

…buy all this, I'll write for a few hours,

and tonight I'll make you the best pizza you've ever had in your life. Deal?

-Deal. -Okay.

[Charly shouting] Yay!

Good parenting.

[Tupac] Mm-hmm.

-[chitters] -Father of the year.

[Marc] Hello? Hello! The wolf!

I've already given him all the meat, but he's still here!

[dog snarling]

Hello? I need help!

-Yeah, sure, tell me about it! -[phone clatters]

[Tupac] Toni's not finding the help he needs in this nuthouse.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…

But there was one person who always knew how to break Toni's writer's block.

-[school bell rings] -The head of the fishing club…

[speaking indistinctly]

…head of the wrestling club…

[boy] Ow!

…the self-proclaimed God of the drama club…

-Paule. -[sighs] All right.

Here's the deal, guys.

[takes deep breath]

I have no idea what we're gonna perform next.

Last year? Squid Game: The Musical.

The year before, of course, was Marriage Story.

[boy clearing throat]

I want a divorce!

-Whoa, you get me every time, dude. -Thank you.

And who could ever forget All Quiet on the Western Front?

[girl sobbing]

You're making great strides in therapy, kids.

I'm proud of how well you're doing so far.

[crying continues]

But what can we do next, everyone?

Paule, I need your help.

I'm-- I'm stuck on a song.

[shaky breathing] I knew this day would come eventually.

Uh… Kids, this is an emergency.

You need to go now. Here are five euros, go buy some beer or whatever.

Go. Out, out, out, out, out! Get outta here.

Out, everyone out!

Get outta here. Outta my sight!

Are you sure? Don't you have to… teach?

Nah, those brats have no future anyway.

-[Toni] Okay… -Is that true?

Kevin…

You're a disgrace to this school and to your family.

Step closer.

Stay right there.

Tell Mom I'll be home later today.

[Kevin] Okay.

[Kevin falling]

I'm so proud of him.

-[Kevin running away] -So, let's get going. Clothes off.

[hip-hop music playing]

Um… It's not finished yet, okay?

Aight.

[rapping flatly] ♪ Holy macaroni ♪

♪ Homie, this is Toni ♪

♪ You can learn a lot from me, Padawan Like Obi Wan Kenobi ♪

♪ Got dollars to unfold ♪

♪ The game is bought and sold ♪

♪ The homies know That my jewelry is ice cold ♪

♪ My raps give you a seizure So please turn up your speaker… ♪

[mic feedback squeals]

Okay.

♪ Check out this double feature ♪

♪ Starring the rhyming creature ♪

♪ First I'm gonna beat ya Then I'll eat ya like a pizza ♪

-[music stops] -♪ Do you have amnesia? We… ♪

[feedback squeals]

Um…

So?

That was crap.

First Kevin's birth, and now this?

How much can one man actually withstand?

Hey, uh, thanks for your time. I… I think I'll keep trying on my own, all right?

Hey!

Get back on stage, okay?

You're not going home without a song.

Okay.

-Okay, baby. -[music starts again]

[Tupac] And the Circle of Stress also came crashing at full speed

into Nancy's life.

[Sascha] Hello, Mom? Are you even listening to me?

[voices] Circle of Stress…

[Sascha] This is awful!

[exhales] Don't take your stress out on me, okay?

[Köbi] Ugh! I'm about to burst!

-Sascha! -[Sascha] Mom!

-Can you please help me? -Shh.

[Sascha] Hello?

-[gasps] -Hello!

[whispers] A Berlin license plate.

[Tupac] A Berlin plate in Schitten?

That hasn't happened since 2008.

[Nancy] I think someone's smuggling something.

-[Köbi] Sascha! -[Sascha] Mom, I don't care!

Köbi's got diarrhea, you're traumatizing me!

-[Köbi] Sascha! -[Sascha] Come help!

Schitten needs me more than you.

POLICE

"You can't park here."

-[slamming] -[Marc grunts] Damn it!

[different tone] "You can't park here."

[gasps] So exciting.

-[door opens] -[Sascha] Mama!

-[door closes] -[Köbi] I'm seriously about to explode!

-[Köbi groans] -[Sascha] That's so gross! Mom?

Sir, you can't park here.

Yes, I know.

The fucking tow truck won't come.

A wolf attacked me, this place is full of mosquitoes,

no Internet. I'm outta here.

Where's the nearest train station?

[Nancy] Stop!

Let me see what's in the duffle.

What part of it don't you get, you weird-ass zombie grandma?

I was attacked by an angry wolf.

[sinister music playing]

What is this?

Give me that.

C'mon, give me that.

-Ow! -[Nancy inhales sharply]

Sorry.

[groans]

Give me that right now! Ugh.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Ahh!

[gasps]

[gasps]

[Marc grunts]

-Hey! -[quirky electronic music playing]

Don't move!

[Marc panting]

Freeze!

[panting and grunting]

[breathing heavily]

[twig snaps]

-[wings fluttering] -[birds cawing]

[ominous music playing]

[whimpering]

[breathing quickly]

-[phone beeps] -[app] Hola, Marc.

[in Spanish] How are you? It's time for your lessons, Marc.

Shut up, for fuck's sake!

-[in Spanish] I don't understand. Spanish! -Shut up.

[in Spanish] Shut your fucking mouth!

[error buzzer sounding]

[corrects pronunciation] Shut your fucking mouth!

[app beeps] Very good, Marc.

-[gun cocks] -[Nancy laughs]

[in English] Your time is up, amigo.

[school bell ringing]

Shit, shit, shit!

-You're crap, you know that? -Yeah.

-Like, total crap. -Yeah, I know I'm crap!

[Toni sighs]

The Paper Ball Club's tomorrow, Malte.

[groans]

Bro, why are you so shitty?

I have no idea.

A-at first, I was like,

"What does a mainstream label wanna hear, and how do I write it?"

And then I was like, "How do you write at all?"

And then I was like, "How crazy are our hands?"

Like, y'know, little aliens someone glued to our arms or whatever.

You know what I'm saying?

I thought so hard that now nothing's even coming to me.

Hey, that's it!

You mean the hand thing?

No, that sucks. You're just overthinking.

-You're right. -Yeah.

Why am I thinking so hard?

That never used to be a problem.

What did we do differently back then?

[indistinct music slowly swelling]

[laughs]

["Hits from the Bong" by Cypress Hill playing]

♪ Pick it, pack it, fire it up ♪

♪ Come along Take a hit from the bong ♪

♪ Put the blunt down just for a second ♪

♪ Don't get me wrong It's not a new method ♪

-♪ Inhale, exhale ♪ -[Paule] Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!

MR. PAULE'S EVIDENCE CUPBOARD

♪ Just got an ounce in the mail ♪

♪ I like a blunt or a big, fat cone ♪

♪ But my double-barrel bong Is getting me stoned ♪

♪ Home skillet There's water inside, don't spill it ♪

♪ It smells like shit on the carpet ♪

[Toni] ♪ Okay, holy macaroni ♪

♪ Homie ♪

♪ It's not Moni ♪

♪ Which is my niece ♪

♪ One piece, uh ♪

♪ Fighting the geese ♪

♪ She's… Uh, I… Uh… ♪

[Paule laughing]

♪ Uh-huh It's all shit ♪

♪ So just shut it, uh-huh ♪

[playing tune]

♪ Holy macaroni ♪

♪ Homie, this is Toni ♪

♪ Paule's on the drums, bro ♪

♪ He's my homie, so let's go ♪

["Hits from the Bong" continues]

[laughing]

[Toni] Whoo!

♪ Hits from the bong Hits from the bong ♪

♪ Can I get a hit? ♪

[song ends]

[Toni exhales]

[melancholy music playing]

UPER MARKET

Hm.

[quacks and tweets]

-[door buzzing] -[music stops]

Finally.

Oh.

What is your problem, huh?

You almost killed Köbi.

-Okay, I didn't, though. -Why'd you lock me in there?

I don't handle rejection well.

I don't care, Charly, that was pretty bad, man.

I'm sorry. I overreacted.

But I can bring pizza to band practice tomorrow--

Forget about band practice.

Paule's back in jail, isn't he?

I'm not in the band anymore.

I'm out.

Sascha?

[Tupac] And that's how the stress made its way back to Charly.

[voices] The Circle of Stress.

[Charly] Shit!

[Tupac] And he got really mad at Toni. Toni was to blame for everything.

For all of it!

[voices echoing] Stress.

[dog barking]

Is that a hit?

SCHITTEN-ON-HAVEL THEATER

[bubbling]

This is a hit.

Yeah?

Really?

Yeah.

Write one about hands. That should be your next rap.

A real hit?

Years of evolution brought them about.

A real hit.

[Toni gasps] A super hit.

And I have… two.

That everyone loves.

-[Paule exhales] -Like Armageddon.

What did you say?

Armageddon.

God, I love that film.

-It has heart. -So much heart.

And a message.

-Many, yeah. -It's perfect.

We're gonna stage Armageddon.

-[inspiring music tinkling] -What?

For the school play.

-Yeah. -Charly can make the music.

Who's Charly?

Charly. Shit!

[comically tense music playing]

[panicking]

-[crashing] -Ahh!

-[Toni groans] -[dog barking in distance]

Huh…

Charly. Shit, shit.

[panting]

[Paule] Toni?

[clock ticking]

[Johnny] Sonny boy? Grandsonny boy?

Are you okay?

Hey there, champ.

What's wrong?

This might be surprising to you, but people don't like me very much.

Oh geez, really?

I don't have that many friends, and Sascha is so cool.

I thought we could be like one of those great couples,

like Marty McFly and the girl from the past, whatever her name is.

You didn't understand Back to the Future at all.

Or like Oedipus and his wife.

Terrible example, Charly.

Or that guy in Tender Cousins and his…

C… Cousin?

Yeah.

But then along comes Papa,

and now we're related, so that's off the table.

And I don't even get anything out of it because he's never here.

Okay.

Listen.

I think I know how you feel.

-Yeah? -[Johnny sighs]

When I was a little boy, right? In Mexico…

[pause button clicks]

[Tupac] Just to be clear,

Johnny Carrera didn't come from this Mexico,

but from Mechiko near Kiel.

[button clicks]

My mom was dating this Jorge Hernandez gentleman.

NEAR KIEL

The vihuela virtuoso Jorge Hernandez

from the best traveling mariachi band in all of Oaxaca.

-[pause clicks] -[Tupac] Again, "Uahacka" on Sylt.

[play clicks]

The point is, historically speaking,

dads don't particularly have the best track record.

But musician-dads…

They're in a league of their own, really.

You'll have to be a little patient with Toni.

Were you patient?

With Jorge Hernandez from Uahacka?

-Of course. -And?

He left us a while later and was stabbed to death in a Guadalajara prison cell.

[Charly] Mm-hmm…

Okay, so I should wait until Toni leaves me and gets stabbed to death in jail?

No.

Are you sure that's good advice?

-Uh, I don't know, really. -[Charly sighs]

Oh, so I don't need patience and I should just pressure him instead?

I guess so, yeah.

Okay, I'll do that then.

-[Johnny] Yeah, great. -Cool.

Uh, wait.

Charly, I think we got off track or something.

Thanks, Grandpa.

[shakily] Oh…

[crying] "Grandpa…"

I can't hear it often enough.

[chuckles]

Whoo!

Good talk, yeah.

-[quirky music playing] -I'm coming, Charly.

[panting]

[Nancy] I don't know what it is, Miss Mayor.

I've never seen anything like it, but that man was obviously smuggling it.

The minute I asked him what was in the trunk,

he attacked me and ran into the woods.

Have you opened it, officer?

No, I wanted to get your permission first.

[exhales] Good job.

-Thank you. -Let me talk to him.

Oh.

[footsteps clacking over phone]

[Nancy] The Mayor.

What's going on, Miss Mayor? The witch beat me with a nightstick.

[Veronica] Calm down now. We can work this out.

Can you shut up already, you babbling old hag?

Okay, your stuff? It's amazing.

And me? I'm here to push it for you.

-But have you ever asked how I'm doing? -[sentimental music playing]

Ever wondered what my hopes and dreams are?

You think dealers don't have feelings?

You think I ain't got problems?

I'm not doing so great!

The divorce was hell on its own. I was already drinking before it.

But after? That's when it really went to shit.

-I lost my place… -Oh.

-…because I couldn't pay rent anymore. -Oh, okay. Yeah, uh…

I was the best pediatric heart surgeon in the country.

These hands were made to operate on little children's hearts.

To patch up their little arteries.

And now, look at me.

[Marc crying]

That woman won't be a problem anymore, all right? Let me speak with her.

-[Marc] Hello, police chief! -[Nancy] Yes.

Here, take it. It's for you.

Yeah.

[Veronica] Let him go.

What?

-[sinister music playing] -I said let him walk away.

Stop all investigations, effective immediately.

[line disconnects]

-[Toni] Charly? -[owl hooting]

Sorry, I got a little carried away with Paule, but we can get started now.

[exhales] Fuck.

Charly?

TONI-FREE ZONE YOU! ARE! SHIT!

-[Tupac] Toni screwed up bad. -[Toni] Charly?

[Tupac] He broke his promise.

But at least he had a hit.

EVERYTHING'S SHIT

No, not even that.

YOU'RE SHIT

Paule and all the drugs hadn't helped at all.

VOTE FERRES

What a shitty Circle of Stress day for everyone involved.

Charly was mad at Toni.

Sascha was mad at Charly.

Köbi was mad at Switzerland.

And Nancy had to muster all her strength

to fight every police instinct screaming inside her.

[grunts]

[engine starts]

In the end, all that stress came right back to where it started.

To Toni.

-[Tupac chittering] -[Toni] Charly?

Charly?

-There's pizza for breakfast. -[Tupac quacks]

That's almost better than pizza for dinner.

[Tupac quacks again]

[phone ringing]

-Hello? -[distorted voice] We kidnapped your son.

-[scoffs] Come on, who is this?

[Charly crying] Papa?

-Charly? -[Charly sobbing] Please save me!

W-where are you?

[distorted voice] The bridge on the edge of town, in 20 minutes.

-Hello? -[voices] The Circle of Stress…

Stress!

[exhaling]

[Toni] ♪ Spit bars for the art ♪

♪ Now I write hits For the top of the chart ♪

♪ If you are smart Then just play your part ♪

♪ Keep it on point And stay fly like a dart ♪

♪ Holy macaroni ♪

♪ Homie, this is Toni ♪

♪ You can learn a lot from me, Padawan ♪

♪ Like Obi Wan Kenobi Pew, pew! ♪

♪ Got dollars to unfold ♪

♪ The game is bought and sold ♪

♪ Uphold the code, the homies know That my jewelry is ice cold ♪

♪ My raps give you a seizure ♪

♪ So please turn up your speakers ♪

♪ For your listening pleasure And a little bit of leisure ♪

♪ Check out this double feature ♪

♪ Starring the rhyming creature ♪

♪ First I'm gonna beat ya Then I'll eat ya like a pizza ♪

♪ High off the anesthesia ♪

♪ Amnesia? We remembering ♪

♪ I've seen many men turn to cinnamon ♪

♪ When I'm speaking Sentences and synonyms ♪

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[moody music playing]

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