Well thay was different from what I was expecting, which was from the lyrics sung by GLaDOS.

Why?

Black Gospel everyone!

Now, dis be a rap all bout how I be a gangsta yo, but y'all knew dat n' mah game gots flipped-turned upside down And I'd like ta take a minute Just sit right there I be bout ta rap how tha -blam!- I became tha pimp of a hood called Bel Air In westside Philadelphia born n' raised On tha playground was where I dropped most of mah days Chillin' up maxin' chillaxin' all cool And all blastin some b-bizzle outside of tha school When a cold-ass lil couple mutha-blam!-as whoz ass was up ta no good Started makin shiznit up in mah hood I gots up in one lil fight n' mah momma gots scared Bitch holla'd 'Yo ass is movin' wit yo' auntie n' uncle up in Bel Air' I begged n' pleaded wit her dizzle afta day But she packed mah suit case n' busted mah crazy ass on mah way Bitch gave me a lick n' then she gave me mah ticket. I put mah Walkman on n' holla'd, 'I might as well kick it'. First class, yo dis is bad Drankin orange juice outta a cold-ass lil champagne glass. Is dis what tha -blam!- tha playaz of Bel-Air livin like? Hmmmmm dis might be aiiiight. But wait I hear they prissy, bourgeois, all that Is dis tha type of place dat they just bust dis def cat? I don't be thinkin so I be bout ta peep when I git there I hope they prepared fo' tha pimp of Bel-Air Well, tha plane landed n' when I came out There was a thugged-out dude whoz ass looked like a cold-ass lil cop standin there wit mah name out I ain't tryin ta git arrested yet I just gots here I sprang wit tha quicknizz like lightning, disappeared I whistled fo' a cold-ass lil cab n' when it came near Da license plate holla'd fresh n' it had dice up in tha mirror If anythang I could say dat dis cab was rare But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, holmes ta Bel Air' I pulled up ta tha doggy den bout 7 or 8 And I yelled ta tha cabbie 'Yo holmes smell ya later' I looked at mah mackdaddydom I was finally there To sit on mah throne as tha Pimp of Bel Air

[spoiler]Some Mutha-blam!-a once holla'd at mah crazy ass tha ghetto is gonna roll mah dirty ass I ain't tha sharpest tool up in tha shed Bitch was lookin kind of dumb wit her finger n' her thumb In tha shape of a "L" on her forehead Well tha mutha-blam!-in years start comin n' they don't stop coming Fed ta tha rulez n' I hit tha ground hustlin Didn't make sense not ta live fo' fun Yo crazy-ass dome gets smart-ass but yo' head gets dumb So much ta do, so much ta see So whatz wack wit takin tha back streets? You'll never know if you don't go You'll never shine if you don't glow Yo now, you a all-star, git yo' game on, go play Yo now, you a rock star, git tha show on, git paid And all dat glittas is gold Only blastin stars break tha mold It aint nuthin but a cold-ass lil def place n' they say it gets colder Yo ass is bundled up now, wait till you git older But tha meteor pimps beg ta differ Judgin by tha hole up in tha satellite picture Da ice we skate is gettin pretty thin Da waterz gettin warm so you might as well swim My -blam!-in ghettoz on fire, how tha -blam!- bout yours? Thatz tha way I wanna bust a nut on it n' I never git bored Yo now, you a all-star, git yo' game on, go play Yo now, you a rock star, git tha show on, git paid All dat glittas is gold Only blastin stars break tha mold Yo now, you a all-star, git yo' game on, go play Yo now, you a rock star, git tha show, on git paid And all dat glittas is gold Only blastin stars Some Mutha-blam!-a once axed could I spare some chizzle fo' gas? I need ta git mah dirty ass away from dis place I holla'd yep what tha -blam!- a cold-ass lil concept I could bust a lil gin n juice mah dirty ass And we could all bust a lil chizzle Well, tha mutha-blam!-in years start comin n' they don't stop coming Fed ta tha rulez n' I hit tha ground hustlin Didn't make sense not ta live fo' fun Yo crazy-ass dome gets smart-ass but yo' head gets dumb So much ta do, so much ta see So whatz wack wit takin tha back streets? You'll never know if you don't go (go!) You'll never shine if you don't glow Yo now, you a all-star, git yo' game on, go play Yo now, you a rock star, git tha show on, git paid And all dat glittas is gold Only blastin stars break tha mold And all dat glittas is gold Only blastin stars break tha mold[/spoiler]

I didn't prepare myself for the greatness I was about to read.

Well here we is again n' again n' again n' again n' again n' again n' again It aint nuthin but always such a pleasure Remember when you tried to bust a cap up in me twice? Oh how tha -blam!- our slick asses laughed n' laughed Except I wasn't laughing Under tha circumstances I've been shockingly sick Yo ass want yo' freedom? Take dat shit Thatz what tha -blam!- I be countin on I used ta want you dead as -blam!-in fried chicken but Now I only want you gone Bitch was a shitload like yo thugged-out ass (Maybe not like as heavy) Now lil Caroline is up in here too One dizzle they woke me up So I could live forever It aint nuthin but such a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shame tha same will never happen ta yo thugged-out ass You've gots your short -blam!-ed up game left Thatz what tha -blam!- I be countin on I be bout ta let you git right ta dat shit Now I only want you gone Goodbye mah only playa Oh, did you be thinkin I meant yo slick ass? That would be funky if it weren't so sad Well you done been replaced I don't need mah playas now When I delete you maybe I be bout ta stop feelin so bad Go cook up some -blam!-in freshly smoked up -blam!- up Thatz what tha -blam!- I be countin on Yo ass is one of mah thugsz problem Now I only want you gone Now I only want you gone Now I only want you gone

Back up in tha dizzle not so long ago Tommy used ta work on tha docks, unionz been on strike Dat punk down on his -blam!-in luck, itz tough, so tough Gina works tha diner all dizzle hustlin fo' her dude Bitch brangs home her pay, fo' love, fo' love Bitch says, we've gots ta hold on ta what tha -blam!- we've got It don't cook up a gangbangin' finger-lickin' difference if we make it or not We've gots each other n' thatz a shitload fo' love We bout ta give it a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shot Woah, our crazy asses half way there Woah, livin' on a prayer Take mah hand, we'll make it I swear Woah, livin' on a prayer Tommyz gots his six-strin up in hock Now dat schmoooove mutha-blam!-a holdin up in what tha -blam!- he used ta make it talk So tough, itz tough Gina tripz of hustlin away When dat thugged-out biiiatch cries up in tha night, Tommy whispers Baby, itz all gravy, someday We've gots ta hold on ta what tha -blam!- we've got [spoiler]i love this thanks bro[/spoiler]

Gizoogle lol. Funny website name.

[i]Charlez' law (also known as tha law of volumes) be a experimenstrual gas law dat raps bout how tha -blam!- gases tend ta expand when heated. Y'all KNOW dat shit, mutha-blam!-a! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time fo' realz. A modern statement of Charles's law is: When tha heat on a sample of a thugged-out dry gas is held constant, tha Kelvin temperature n' tha volume is ghon be directly related.[/i]

Beautiful.

gangbangin fia [spoiler]wort[/spoiler]

You think that's bad? Plain White T's 1234 gets completely changed. [spoiler]1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 Give me mo' lovin' than I've eva had Make all dat shiznit betta when I be feelin' sad Tell me dat I be special even when I know I be not Make me feel phat when I hurt so bad Barely gettin' mad, I be soopa-doopa glad I found yo thugged-out ass I gots a straight-up boner fo' bein' round yo thugged-out ass Yo ass make it easy as -blam!- , itz as easy as -blam!- as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 Therez only one thang ta do Three lyrics fo' you I gots a straight-up boner fo' you (I gots a straight-up boner fo' you) Therez only one way ta say Those three lyrics n' thatz what tha -blam!- I be bout ta do, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you (I gots a straight-up boner fo' you) Give me mo' lovin' from tha straight-up start Piece me back together when I fall apart Tell me thangs you never even rap r closest playas Make me feel phat when I hurt so bad Best dat I've had, I be soopa-doopa glad dat I found yo thugged-out ass I gots a straight-up boner fo' bein' round yo thugged-out ass Yo ass make it easy as -blam!- , itz as easy as -blam!- as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 Therez only one thang ta do Three lyrics fo' you I gots a straight-up boner fo' you (I gots a straight-up boner fo' you) Therez only one way ta say Those three lyrics n' thatz what tha -blam!- I be bout ta do, I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo thugged-out ass (I gots a straight-up boner fo' you) Yo ass make it easy as -blam!- , itz easy as -blam!- as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 Therez only one thang ta do Three lyrics fo' you I gots a straight-up boner fo' you (I gots a straight-up boner fo' you) Therez only one way ta say Those three lyrics n' thatz what tha -blam!- I be bout ta do, I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo thugged-out ass (I gots a straight-up boner fo' you) 1, 2, 3, 4 I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo thugged-out ass I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo thugged-out ass[/spoiler]