Assisted Pesticide
by The Cow Exchange
A strange, short song where layered/looped vocals are structured around a pathetic "whitey" rap about pesticide.
Regarding the lyric, "Don't try assisted pesticide, don't stick it on your lawn," almost everyone who I've played this for, has instead heard, "...don't stick it up your bum." Sorry for any confusion, but I guess that's what happens when one records a take where one's hand is between one's mouth and the microphone.
No comments have been posted yet, or they're all being moderated. It's quite sad, really.