[Announcer]
Meet Melvin, 53 pounds overweight.
Fed up with diets and his waist keeps on growing,
he decides to rob a candy store
("I'm gonna steal me some Rolos, dieting is no use, homes")
But on his way in, he hears a sound, not his fart.
And suddenly, his conscience comes into play...
("I'm so hungry, I gotta do this.. gotta do this")

[Ghetto John]
Alright, stop! (Huh?)
Now before you walk through the door of that candy store
and start stuffing candy into your pores
You better think of the consequence (how big are you?)
I'm your blubber suckin' conscience

[S.T.G.]
That's nonsense!
Go in and grab all the money and steal a couple candybars,
Some Snickers and a Milky Way, and even a couple Mars.
Drink soda, Coca Cola is the way,
You'll stay overweight if you stuff your face and dump out your V8.

[Ghetto John]
Yeah but if it stays in you like it always do
The carbs go in you, the fat corrodes you
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, stop licking her side burns

[S.T.G.]
Hang that! Chew it, kid! It's fattenin'!
Can you afford to liposuck? Are you that rich?
Why you really care if your light? You ain't good lookin'!
Do you really think God gives a darn if you get hitched?

[Dr. Dre]
Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it! (You're right!)
Not over this sh** (Stop!) Drop the biscuit (I will!)
Don't even listen to S yo, he's bad for you
(You know what J, I don't like your attitude))

{sound of static}

("It's alright c'mon, just write it and submit")
("Mmm, I don't know!")
("Look Lenny...")
("Man!")
("No one's ever gonna notice, right?")
("Well OK..")

[announcer]
Meet Len, twenty-one years old. ("Just copy this!")
After helping a friend out a parody website,
Things start getting not so pretty in an AmIRight chatroom.
Once again, his conscience comes into play... ("Huh?")

[S.T.G.]
Now listen up, wench, plagerism's a cinch,
Just copy and then paste it, who'll know the difference?
Now all you gotta do is press submit and wait for tomorrow's download..
{Ghetto John}(HAH! This spoof's only sixteen years old)
{Ghetto John}You shouldn't take advantage of it, that's not fair)
Yea, this song's pretty old, but who really cares? (Uh huh!)
Change a word or two in the chorus, and you'll fare,
Wait til' Chuck sees it and wonder how it all got there.
{Ghetto John}Man, have you ever seen Weird Al do this sh*t?)
No, but I saw it work about a million times.
{Ghetto John}(sh**, you wanna get sent back to Hell?)
Len, forget that, hit submit, accept, and then bail..

{sound of static}
{pickup idling, radio playing}

[announcer]
Meet Brady, a twenty-nine year old parody artist.
After logging online to check out the parody board,
He checks out a new song,
To find out it was a plagerised parody of his.
("WHAT THE *#$^R?!?!")
(AIM SOUND: Welcome!)

[Ghetto John]
Alright smooth move, X-LAX, you heathen..

[S.T.G.]
Re-read it, the song has the same words and meaning.
While you at work this guy's copied every word you wrote down,
Forget speaking to Chuck, SPOOF THIS SUCKER IN A NEW SONG!!!

[Ghetto John]
Wait! you know theres an explanation for his ways
(whacha' saying,he copied then he clicked PASTE?!)
Its all Shady, His name is Big Brady
What if he's a big baby, man you know that sh*t is crazy!

[S.T.G.]
Okay! Think about it, do you wanna bash him?
Insult him on the board, just like Len and Big Allen?
That's what I did, be smart, don't even mutter,
You gonna take advice from one who's pacing's in the gutter.

[Ghetto John]
What'chu say? (What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?)
I'ma bash you futher mucker!

[S.T.G.]
Uhhh-aahh! Temper temper!
Ghetto J? Mr. Group Parody?
Mr. DGWP with yo' Blo-town y'all better make way?
How in the hell you gonna tell this man not to parody.

[Ghetto John]
Cause he don't need to be the same way that I be
Been there, BEEN FAT.. NIP TUCKED IT!...
What am I sayin? BASH EM both Baby, YO! S.T.G!