South Park: Ask the Crew

Song.

Sara: Any songs? No? I got one for one of the boys and I to sing.

Max: ME!

Sara: *sighs and facepalms* No Max, You have to be a fast rapper. Its by Eminem. He's one of my favorite singers.

Clyde: What are your other favorites?

Sara: Green Day and Skillet. Im a Christian. I was a Jew but... Anyways, who wants to sing with me?

Max: *raises his hand*

Sara: *facepalm* Are you a fast rapper?

Max: Yes.

Sara: No you arent. You'll run out of breath in an instant. Anyone else?

Craig: I guess I will. I mean, I'm pretty good.

Sara: Ok. I miss the Limo... WAIT! We still have the limo! Lets go!

Eric: YES!

Sara: But... This is the one and only time for Cartman and Max to go in.

Max and Eric: NOOOOOO!

Eric: MEEEEEOOOOOOOOM!

Craig: Lets just get this over with. I fucking hate singing.

Sara: I actually am a fast rapper cause I listen to him the most. I learn from his fast rapping! Im a rapper now. *cocks head creepily*

Tweek and Butters: AHHHH!

Tweek: GAH! DONT DO THAT! GAH! T-TOO MUCH P-PRESSURE!

everyone: *walks into the Limo*

Limo: Hello! Welcome back! Would you like to drive somewhere?

Sara: No-

Clyde: Taco Bell please!

Limo: Right away sir. Which Taco Bell?

Clyde: The one that's the closest.

Limo: Driving to Taco Bell.

Clyde: Ok, start singing now!

Sara: *rolls eyes* Ok. Ready? Limo!

Limo: Yes?

Sara: Legacy by Eminem please.

Limo: Ok, karaoke for Legacy by Eminem starts.... now!

Singing:

Sara: Tell me where to go, tell me what to do. I'll be right there for you. Tell me what to say, no matter if it's true. I'll say it all for you

Craig: I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling. Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian? What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in? 'Cause I don't belong in this world. That's why I'm scoffing at authority, defiant often. Flying off at the handle at my mom, no dad! So I am non-compliant at home, at school I'm just shy and awkward. And I don't need no goddamn psychologist! Tryna diagnose why I have all these underlying problems. Thinking he can try and solve them. I'm outside chalking up drawings on the sidewalk. And in the front drive talking to myself. Either that or inside hiding off in the corner somewhere quiet. Trying not to be noticed 'cause I'm crying and sobbing. I had a bad day at school so I ain't talking. Some cocksucker shoved me into a fucking locker! 'Cause he said that I eyeballed him!

Sara: And if you fall, I'll get you there. I'll be your savior from all the wars that are fought. Inside your world. Please have faith in my words. 'Cause this is my legacy, legacy, eh. This is my legacy, legacy, eh. There's no guarantee, It's not up to me, We can only see. This is my legacy, legacy. Legacy, legacy

Craig: I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling. Why am I so differently wired in my noggin? 'Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind boggling. 'Cause I obsess on everything in my mind small shit. Bothers me but not my father, he said Sayonara then split. But I don't give a shit I'm fine long as. There's batteries in my Walkman nothing's the matter with me. Shit look on the bright side at least I ain't walking. I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment. Complex on a ten speed which I've acquired parts that I. Find in the garbage, a frame, then put tires on it. Headphones on look straight ahead if kids try and start shit. But if this is all there is for me life offers. Why bother even try and put up a fight, it's nonsense. But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience. What about them rhymes I've been jottin'. They're kinda giving me confidence. Instead of tryna escape through my comics, Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx. To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that. Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eyeballed him. Grab hold of my balls like that's right fight's on bitch. Who would've knew from the moment I turned the mic on that. I could be iconic, and my conquest. Is word to Phife Dawg from a tribe called Quest

Sara: This is my legacy, legacy, eh. This is my legacy, legacy, eh. There's no guarantee, It's not up to me, We can only see. This is my legacy, legacy. Legacy, legacy

Craig: I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling. Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome! 'Cause if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to work. Words like this and connect lines like crosswords. And use my enemy's words as strength. To try and draw from, and get inspired off em. 'Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit. By you wack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit. Now you shut up bitch, I am talking. Thought I was full of horseshit and now. You fucking worship the ground in which I am walking. Me against the world so what? I'm Brian Dawkins. Versus the whole 0 and 16 Lions offense. So bring on the Giants Falcons and Miami Dolphins. It's the body bag game bitch I'm supplying coffins. 'Cause you dicks, butt kiss, a bunch of Brian Baldingers. You gon' die a ball licker I've been diabolical. With this dialogue since 99 Rawkus. You don't respect the legacy I leave behind y'all can. Suck a dick, the day you beat me pigs'll fly out my ass. In a flying saucer full of Italian sausage. The most high exalting and I ain't halting. Till I die of exhaustion inhale my exhaust fumes. The best part about me is I am not you. I'm me and I'm the Fire Marshall and

both: this is my

Sara: Legacy, legacy, eh. This is my legacy, legacy, eh. There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, we can only see. This is my legacy, legacy. Legacy, legacy

End of song:

Craig: *trying to catch his breathe* O-Oh My G-God!

Clyde: Wow. That was awesome! You both sung very well.

Sara and Craig: Thanks dude.

Everyone except Clyde: Yeah. That was pretty good.

Sara: Alright well, I think we should go. Peace out peeps. *makes peace sign at camera*

Max: Bye. *makes gun hands at camera*

Trinity: *pushes Max aside* BYE!