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Intro: From “The Animaniacs”
“Ha ha… Alright, very good, next loser… I mean caller, you’re on the air.”
“Hello?”
“Yeah, you’re on the air. What do you want already?”
“….uhhh uhh uuhhhh”

Verse I
I wanna write a silly song,
I wanna be hairy like a Henderson,
I wanna million dollars and my life back, I wanna go to work, wanna go home, get home, get bored and wanna go right back,
I’m indecisive,
I wanna new pen to write with,
I wanna love somebody and feel excitement,
You know get lost in my feelings man,
feeling like Popeye and getting super powers from a fucking spinach can,
I wanna wrestle the world,
I wanna be like Andy Kaufman and only wrestle girls,
I wanna find people who relate,
I’m spitting this wiggity, wiggity wack track,
And going back to 1998…

Chorus
Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight,
Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight,
Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight,
“Hello?”

Verse II
I wanna be a Narcissist,
There ain’t nothing wrong with what I do,
I wanna set around campfires rapping somebody else’s tunes,
I don’t want y’all to buy my new shit,
This is the 5th album I’ve done and still have no hits,
I may had gotten 15 plays my first day,
I gonna collect my 3 cents and split,
I’m Abusive,
when they try to force me to do what they want me to,
I wanna do what I want,
if you don’t like it, fucking move.
I don’t wanna give a fuck about what anybody say,
I’m writing this verse… you ain’t, anyways,
I’m spitting this wiggity, wiggity wack track,
And going back to 1998…

Chorus
Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight,
Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight,
Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight,
“Hello?”

Verse III
I’m on a list of local rappers,
I wanna build them up,
Were all 4 one (Well all but one)
I’m trying to write like a savage lion,
I’m hot, Ill heat this shit up and stamp you with a branding iron,
I once smoked a blunt with a cow poke,
I wanna haw dilly musical notes like a bull-less rodeo,
I wanna joke around and play with the homies from back in the day,
Seems like they say they ain’t got time to get away…

Chorus
Get away, Get away, Get away, Get away, Get away,
Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight,
Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Eight,