Shut The Chip Up 50.1 [EXPLICIT]

[Pre-Opening Scream] (Spoken Word - Screamed at the top of his lungs, pure distorted rage) "SHUT THE CHIP UP!!!!!" [Opening Spoken Word] (Sound of a loud, high-def bag crinkle: CRRRR-SNAP) (Deep, heavy breathing, catching his breath) "Turn the monitors up. I said turn 'em UP! I’m trying to save souls and all I hear is the sound of 250 grams of greasy failure. You sitting there with that yellow bag... 20 to 30 servings of pure distraction. Read the tagline, you fuckhead: 'Delicious, powerful potato chips to be fed to stupid idiots who don't SHUT THE CHIP UP!' Yeah... that means you. Let's go." [Intro] [Heavy Trap 808 bass kicks in with a fast, distorted Banjo riff] (SFX: Rhythmic, aggressive crunching: CRUNCH... CRUNCH... CRUNCH) [Verse 1] (Aggressive Trap Flow) I’m in the pulpit, 808s hitting the floor While you’re digging in the bag, looking for more (Angry) You stupid idiot, can’t you see the sign? You’re crunching on the Word and you’re wasting my time! Got that 'Shut The Chip Up' grease on your shirt While I’m digging through the spirit, digging through the dirt It’s a 250-gram bag of pure goddamn noise (Aggressive) Give it up, fuckhead, leave the toys for the boys! [Chorus] (Hard Trap Beat / High Energy) SHUT THE CHIP UP! (Ay! Shut it up!) SHUT THE CHIP UP! (Ay! Shut it up!) (Angry) I’m trying to preach, you’re trying to munch I’ll give you a Word and a physical punch! SHUT THE CHIP UP! (Ay! Shut it up!) 250 grams of that shithead crunch! [Instrumental Break] [Heavy distorted Slide Guitar solo over a Trap beat] (SFX: Rapid-fire bag crinkling and the sound of someone choking on a chip) [Verse 2] (Double-time Flow) You’re a 'Shut The Chip Up' servant, serving the salt If the congregation fails, it’s your fuckass fault! (Aggressive) Crinkle in the left, snap in the right I’m a modern-day prophet ready to fight You’re a potato-chip junkie, a salt-licked clown I’m trying to lift 'em up, you’re crunching 'em down (Angry) Net weight's heavy but your brain is light 'Shut The Chip Up' or we’re fighting tonight! [Bridge] (Slow, menacing bass / Church Organ) (Spoken) "The label didn't stutter, son. It’s for the stupid idiots... are you one? Thirty servings of silence is what I required. Instead, you got the Deacon feeling... inspired." [Chorus] (Maximum Aggression) SHUT THE CHIP UP! (Ay! Shut it up!) SHUT THE CHIP UP! (Ay! Shut it up!) (Angry) I’m trying to preach, you’re trying to munch I’ll give you a Word and a physical punch! SHUT THE CHIP UP! (Ay! Shut it up!) 250 grams of that shithead crunch! [Outro] (Music cuts abruptly to a single, loud CRUNCH) (Spoken) "That’s what I thought. Delicious... powerful... Now get that fuckass bag out of my sanctuary. Amen." (SFX: Sound of a bag being crumpled and thrown into a trash can)