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[distorted] We've kidnapped your son.

[hip-hop playing]

-[Charly] Papa! -[Toni] Charly?

[Charly crying] Please save me!

Shit.

[engine starts]

[tweeting]

I'm driving as fast as I can, okay?

Almost there, almost there, almost there. Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

[tires screeching]

[elevator music playing]

ALL RIGHT, KIDS, WE CAN CROSS NOW.

BUT DON'T RUN!

(CHILDREN'S LAUGHTER)

Agh, hurry up, you idiots!

COME ON, LITTLE TIMO!

[Toni] Shit.

-[quacks] -I can't, they're in danger.

[honking horn]

Ugh!

THE NICE MAN IS LETTING YOU CROSS. GO AHEAD, TIMO!

[honking horn]

Fuck, fuck! Oh, finally.

[revving engine]

[hip-hop playing]

Shit!

[chirping]

[tense music playing]

[music stops]

[Toni wheezing]

[Charly whimpering]

[music restarts]

-[Charly] Help! -[Toni] I'm here!

[gasping]

[music stops]

[Toni wheezing]

[music restarts]

[Charly, muffled] Help! Papa!

-[distorted] Stop! Don't move. -[Toni groans]

-Man, you're really out of shape. -[Toni panting]

You should be doing more cardio.

I know, I know, yeah. Sorry.

Please, please don't hurt him!

-You care about your son? -Yes, of course!

Then I demand three hours of quality time.

[Charly clears throat]

Four hours of quality time. Every day. Just you and him.

-What? Who are you? What's going on-- -Family road trips, once a week.

To the countryside, with picnics.

-[man laughs] -[Charly] Mm.

[man] No, no, uh…

[stammering] Don't move!

-Johnny. -Uh, what? [clears throat]

Who's this cool cat Johnny Carrera everyone keeps mentioning? [laughs]

-Is this a… -Uh, no.

[sniffs]

-Uh… -[crunching]

[muffled] Chocolate.

[laughing awkwardly]

Pranked!

[both laughing]

-I wasn't tied for realsies. -It was me, Johnny.

Are the two of you completely nuts?!

I was really worried. I was panicking here, man!

God, Teddy Bear, look at you. You're so--

-Don't touch me! -Mm…

Sorry.

I think we all learned a valuable lesson here.

This prank went too far.

Prank?!

Papa! Papa, we just wanted to get you to do stand-up paddleboard limbo.

-The season kicks off today. -What?

With enough practice, we could be

father-and-son stand-up paddleboard limbo champions, right?

Stand-up paddle limbo?

We call it SUPLI.

Charly, I enjoy spending time with you, but things are fucking hectic right now.

I'm supposed to come up with a hit in a couple of days,

and I don't have time right now, okay? Not for your pranks,

and not for something as stupid as stand-up-paddleboard limbo.

[Johnny] But this is important to Charly, you know?

-I don't care, okay? -Please just try-- Okay.

[Tupac] I can't stress enough

how terrible Charly is at dealing with rejection.

[Toni] Bye.

[Johnny] Teddy Bear, did you remember to switch on the alarm system--

-Shh! Shh! Shh! -[Johnny] Okay.

[Tupac] And slowly but surely, he was getting angrier and angrier.

[Johnny] Always turn the alarm on when you leave the house. If someone breaks in--

-[Toni grunts in frustration] -[Johnny] Okay.

CRAP HAPPENS

[Tupac] Toni was totally flustered after the fake abduction.

The ticking clock was ticking louder than ever,

and he still had no idea how to make a hit.

How do you make a hit?

-Ahh! Okay. -[Tupac quacks]

Why? Tupac, I don't wanna listen to the radio right now.

-[quacking continues] -[Toni exhales]

[radio jingle playing]

[man on radio] This is Schitten Radio, back again,

the station that always knows what's happening… with you.

We're back with a presumably relevant breaking news report.

For the fourth time in a row,

the national award of honor for outstanding achievement in rap

goes to Rick Schmandtke.

Rick Schmandtke.

[man] For those of you who don't know who that is,

Richard "Rick" Schmandtke

is the most successful German music producer of all time,

and much is said about him. An unpredictable personality…

[voice echoing] Unpredictable.

[man] …very confusing work methods.

[voice] Confusing.

[man] …a strong obsession with anything gold…

[voice] Gold.

[man] …and an outstanding instinct for a hit.

[voice] Hit.

[man] An eccentric musical genius.

Kinda like Kanye West, only from Wuppertal.

[voice] Wuppertal!

[man] And a little less problematic, politically speaking.

In short, Rick Schmandtke is a hit machine.

I repeat, Rick Schmandtke is a hit machine.

-Here comes one of his biggest hits… -[quacks]

…of the last five years.

-You know where his country house is? -[quacks]

I can't just show up at Rick Schmandtke's place. He doesn't even know me.

[chitters]

What do I have that he would want?

[celestial music playing]

-[Tupac chitters] -I can't take the Trabi.

[quacking inquisitively]

Of course I want a hit.

[celestial music continues]

-I think we went a bit too far, didn't we? -Yeah.

[Tupac] Charly didn't think they went too far.

Might be best to let him be for a day or two, right?

Yeah, for sure.

[Tupac] Charly had no intention of letting him be.

Maybe for an hour or two, tops.

Do you wanna do some stand-up-paddleboard limbo?

Carsten Maria Schrammel.

You know how I feel about stand-up paddleboard limbo.

Stand-up-paddleboard limbo is a completely dumb, insanely dangerous sport, all right?

-Grandpa, it's so not dangerous. -Oh!

Tell that to those

who survived the stand-up paddleboard limbo massacre of 2017.

[dramatic music playing]

It was a windy day.

Too windy for that time of year.

[phantom laughter echoing]

But they got in the water anyway.

I tried to warn them, Charly.

I was yelling, "No, wait, don't go in the water!"

"Don't go in! Don't set the limbo bar so low."

-[man screaming] -"That's too difficult!"

-[people screaming] -Screams, water, blood.

"I won't let you go, Jack."

Jack!

Who's Jack?

[shakily] On that dark day, 19 people met with misfortune.

So they're dead?

No. But they dislocated their vertebrae, actually.

Uh… And the town's chiropractor was on vacation.

Those were dark days, all right?

I refuse to go back on that deadly paddleboard.

And you shouldn't do it either.

[mariachi ringtone playing]

!ALARM! PEDRO ELECTRO AUTOMATIC ALARM SYSTEMS

Pedro.

Charly. Charly. Charly. Charly. Charly.

What is it?

The alarm went off. Someone broke in, we need to go home.

I'll stay here for a bit.

This is Electro-Pedro's panic trombone. We need to go.

We're being robbed! Thieves!

You go ahead. Take 'em out, Grandpa.

Okay.

Ahh!

Don't go in the water!

[Tupac] Charly didn't even hear Johnny's warning.

He had only one thing on his mind,

his rival.

[Charly] Köbi.

-[Köbi's father] Oh yeah! -[Tupac] And his rival's father,

[maliciously] Köbi's father.

[sinister music playing]

Ahh!

Ahh!

-[high-pitched alarm sounding] -Ahh!

Ahh…

-[alarm continues] -[panting]

What's going on?

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Not the golden Trabi!

[Tupac] And so Toni stole the Fleischer family's most precious heirloom.

[screaming]

Toni's mother, Wera, hadn't always been dead, or old. Nope.

When she was young, she was celebrated as a long-throw prodigy

and won the East German discus-throwing championship

six times while still in school.

A humongous achievement,

for which she was awarded the only golden Trabi that ever existed.

Back then, she chose family and a stable career over a life in sports.

Still, her golden Trabi became an important symbol for the Fleischers.

-Ahh! [crying] -[Tupac] And now it was gone.

But Wera's spirit was back.

-[screaming] -Damn right, Johnny Carrera!

-Wera? -Stop screaming and get in here.

Oh! Oh.

[celestial music playing]

[Johnny] Doh!

-[Wera giggles] -[Johnny groaning]

Wera?

-[celestial music continues] -Hello, Johnny.

You're back, Wera. I missed you so much.

I missed you too, Johnny.

But we don't have the time for that right now.

Toni stole my golden Trabi.

How do you know that?

-I know these things, I'm a ghost. -Oh.

[Wera] And I got Electro-Pedro's panic trombone.

[mariachi music playing]

Wow.

Toni's lost, and he's about to go off the deep end.

-Terrible things will happen. -Oh no.

You need to make sure Toni becomes a better father, Johnny.

And for a millennial like him, there's only one way you can do it.

You have to plan an intervention.

[celestial music swelling]

Plan an intervention.

[music climaxes]

[music stops]

[Tupac] If he'd known he'd be punished

with something as brutal as an intervention,

Toni probably wouldn't have stolen the Trabi.

But Rick was his last hope.

[engine stops]

-[static crackles] -[man] Mr. Schmandtke isn't here.

Do you know when he'll be coming back?

Never. Leave the premises.

[man 2 in awe] Is that… gold?

Mr. Schmandtke?

This is the only golden Trabi that was ever produced in the world.

Help me and it's all yours.

[gate clatters]

Yes!

[intriguing music playing]

[whispers] What the fuck…

[distant bird cawing]

The keys.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

Uh… I think so.

Good. Come in.

[Tupac] Toni had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Meanwhile, on the Havel…

Charly was steaming with rage.

Köbi.

[sinister music playing]

Ahoy!

Ahoy. [laughing]

[straining and grunting]

♪ Homie, this is Toni ♪

♪ You can learn a lot from me, Padawan Like Obi Wan Kenobi ♪

[song continues, muffled and indistinct]

[phone playing obnoxious ringtone]

CHARLIE (SON)

-[ringtone continues] -[call clicks off]

♪ …creature First I'm gonna beat ya ♪

-[song continues muffled and indistinct] -[sighs]

I appreciate you listening to my music, Mr. Schmandtke…

[intriguing music playing]

Do you like ladybugs?

-Ladybugs? -Yeah.

Um… Yeah, they're okay.

You sure?

The… Um… Yeah. Y'know, I'm not a fan or anything, but they're okay.

Here's the thing.

When a ladybug is stressed, it secretes a smelly yellow substance.

-Okay. -You… are stressed.

-Am I? -Yeah, you're the ladybug here.

And your music is the secretion.

A mixture of feces and pus.

So, not good.

[Rick] Total garbage.

It's just stressy shit in my ears.

-[Toni clears throat] -I hate it.

And I hate you.

-Okay, fine. -[man] Sit down!

-I thought I-- -Sit your ass down

when Rick is talking to you!

Thanks for the Trabi.

I like gold.

Obviously. [chuckles]

-W-what's your name? -Toni.

I don't give a shit, Toni.

-But you just asked-- -I couldn't care less.

-But-- -No buts. I couldn't care less!

He couldn't care less.

All I care about is taking your stress-driven defense secretion

and channeling it into creative flow.

Okay.

Can you, like, maybe repeat that?

Repeat it.

"I couldn't care less--"

Not that, the thing about the creative flow.

Okay, well, my creative flow needs channeling.

-Okay, that was good, right? -Eh…

-I think that was good. -Okay, awesome.

Can we just hit the studio now?

[laughing uproariously]

You still have a long way to go, my ladybug.

FOR RICK FROM JOHN LENNON

[Rick] Dogs.

Cats.

Social inequality. Babies crying in airplanes.

People who say shit like, "Goodbye-namite."

"See you later, alligator."

"In a while, crocodile." "San Fran-see you."

"In a shake, rattlesnake."

Or this sound…

[high-pitched vocalizing] Hee…

[obnoxious ringtone playing]

Hee…

Um, sorry, give me a second.

[grunts]

Charly, I can't right now.

But the weather's so nice, please.

Look, I don't care if the weather's nice.

[Charly] But Köbi is here too. With his dad.

I don't care about Köbi

-or his stupid dad either. -[Rick sighs]

-Papa, that's not what-- -I…

I can't, okay? I'm getting my… creative secretion flowing right now.

Ugh. Secretion?

[line disconnects]

[Tupac] "Okay," Charly thought to himself.

"I guess I'll have to play it the hard way."

Sorry, Rick. I'm back. We can, uh…

-[Toni grunts] Ow. -[Rick takes deep breath]

Tax law.

The painful realization of how small and insignificant you are

in an ever-expanding and unforgiving universe.

-Bananas. -Rick, what's happening here?

I need an empty vessel for my music, okay?

-Uh-huh. -And you're not empty, you're full.

Full of stress.

[man] Rick wants to find out what your fucking problem is.

By spewing out random nonsense?

-[man] Don't question his methods. -Okay, yeah, sorry, but…

I mean, I've been lying here for a while and I desperately need a song.

[Rick] Okay.

Um… Rick, I didn't mean to be rude.

Uh…

Uh, Rick?

[Rick exhales]

[Rick] You need a good beat, right?

-[choir music starting] -Yeah.

[hip-hop beat starts]

-Yeah, that's good. -[Rick] Do you like it?

Yeah, it's awesome. Can I have it, please?

-[music stops] -[Rick] No, you can't.

Here comes one with even more hit potential.

[music starts]

[distorted voice singing] ♪ Higher and higher and higher ♪

♪ We want to lift you higher ♪

-[beat drops] -♪ Higher and higher and higher ♪

♪ We want to lift you higher ♪

Okay, Rick, that's perfect.

Can-can I please have it? Can we work on that beat, please?

[music stops]

You can't have that one either because you're not cooperating.

Hey, I'll cooperate. No problem, I'll cooperate.

I'll cooperate.

Lie down.

Sure, I'll lie down. I'll cooperate.

Ow, ow.

[Tupac] Toni had a hard time adapting to Rick's methods…

[exhales]

…and Johnny's mission ended up being trickier than he thought.

In-ter-ven-tion. In-ter-ven-tion.

Nancy! Nancy-pants! Nancy! Nancy!

-Hi, my little cuddle sheriff! -Don't call me that.

Okay. Remember that alarm I had Electro-Pedro install?

Well, it went off today, and I…

Holy mackerel! What do you have there?

That looks really illegal, like some designer drug. [laughs]

Drugs.

[Johnny] Is it a drug?

Really? [gasps]

Nancy, do we have a drug problem in Schitten?

Don't know what's in it.

[Johnny] What? You haven't checked?

Aren't even a little curious?

Well, the Mayor won't allow it.

[gasps softly]

Hmm.

Anyway, the alarm goes off.

I run home like a total idiot. But nobody's there.

No Toni, nothing. And then…

Then the ghost of your dead mother suddenly shows up

and tells me to organize an intervention.

I think I need to drink some wine.

Okay. Um…

Did you hear what I just said? Oh. Uh…

-Our little Tonifant needs our help. -[Nancy sighs]

Nancy. Pl…

All right. Let's go see the twins.

[exhaling]

[Rick] What is your problem?

It's the bananas, right?

[obnoxious ringtone playing]

Sorry. Just a sec.

UNKNOWN (DON'T KNOW THEM)

Um… Sorry. It's an unknown number. I don't know if… Um…

I'll just answer real quick. One second.

Yes?

[distorted voice] Your son is dead.

What? Charly?

Dead serious that he needs you to come do stand-up paddleboard limbo with him.

-Charly? -Pranked! It's me, Charly.

Charly, do you want me to have a fucking heart attack?

Stop with your stupid pranks, okay? It's not cool.

-[line disconnects] -Hello?

Papa?

Did you seriously hang up on me again?

[Köbi] Papa, this is Charly.

Hey. Hi. I've heard so much about you.

I woke Köbi up today and said, "Look out the window."

"Hey, I'm not going to work."

It's a beautiful day and I'm spending it with my son."

So, you wanna go paddling with us later? Or…

Stand-up-paddle board limbo is really dangerous.

But with a papa like mine, we're perfectly safe, so…

[Tupac] Charly was so angry at Toni,

and at Köbi, and at Köbi's cool buddy dad,

and at the cool father-son camera panning they were getting.

-I mean, just look at that. -Aw.

Thank you.

But I… I'm good on my own.

[Köbi's dad] Mm, okay.

Hey, It's been a mega joy getting to know you, Charly.

-[Köbi] See you. -[Charly] Hm.

[Tupac] And that's when Charly decided to punish Toni.

"I'm just gonna win the father-son paddleboard limbo championship

all by myself, and Toni's gonna regret not spending the day with me," he thought.

Little did he know the plan would lead to something terrible,

and all of Schitten was going to witness it.

[woman] ♪ News from Schitten ♪

[announcer] Live from Schitten's Open Channel…

PRESENTED BY VERONICA FERRES

…the Father-Son Stand-up Paddleboard -Limbo Championship.

And there's the signal for the Swiss delegation.

Köbi… very good job on the first obstacle.

And Köbi's father.

Ah, what was that? A little hesitation, but he made it through.

That was a fantastic run, the judges are loving it.

Great scores.

And next up is Carsten Maria Schrammel,

along with his father… Uh… Where is he?

[Tupac] Even I was sitting in front of the TV thinking,

"Toni can't let Charly go into the water alone!"

[commentator] So it turns out that Schrammel's starting without his dad.

I don't know, it sounds like a bad omen to me.

And right at the first obstacle you can already see he's kind of wobbly,

but as we all know it's only going get harder from here on out.

-[stressful music building] -Oh, you can see the fear in his eyes.

-[joints cracking] -Ahh!

-[commentator] Oh no. -[grunting]

-[crowd reacting] -[commentator] This is terrible.

-[Charly coughs] -The boy is in the water.

Oh God, these are terrible images.

[Tupac] Oh no, Charly.

-[commentator] Where is this boy's father? -[quacks]

[Toni] Sorry, Rick, that was just a prank by…

my son.

Okay, I figured out what your problem is.

[man] You're a fucking genius, Rick.

I know.

And I figured it out all by myself.

So what's the reason? Why am I writing crap?

Why am I so successful, Toni?

Um, 'cause you're talented, I mean,

and focused and well-connected, and because you have good instincts?

Because I'm free.

No family, no kids, no wife.

Okay? So, like, nobody's giving me stress. Except for Bob.

[Bob] Only Bob.

[Toni] Really?

Family tears you apart, and it also makes you old and ugly.

And you, Toni, are old and ugly.

[Bob] Ugly.

-Okay. -You probably wear a bike helmet.

I don't ride a bike.

I never wear bike helmets. You know why?

Looks like shit, that's why.

[Bob] Looks like shit.

There are two types of people in this world, only two.

Either you're a little ladybug, with little dreams,

who plays by the rules in a little house with a little family,

leading a shitty life and wearing a bike helmet.

Or?

You're a buzzard.

-Sorry? -Buzzard.

Sorry, what is a buzzard?

Kinda like an eagle.

Why didn't you just say eagle, then?

-Buzzard's cooler! -Okay.

So, what are you, Toni?

Um… A buzzard.

No, Toni.

You are a wapper.

A what?

A rapper.

I, uh… I thought my two choices were buzzard or ladybug, right? I didn't--

You're a wapper. Say it.

-[stirring music starts] -"I'm a wapper."

I am a rapper.

What are you?

I am a rapper.

-Louder! -I am a rapper.

What? What are you?

-I'm a rapper, damn it, come on! -[music peaks]

[Rick] You're a great creator.

But your family doesn't see how good you really are.

A great creator.

-Thank you, Bob. -[Bob] Hm.

[Rick] Kawaaa.

-Kawaaa? -[Bob] Kawaaa.

-The call of a buzzard. -The metaphors are confusing, sorry.

-[Rick] Kawaaa. -Kawaaa.

-[Bob] Kawaaa. -Kawaaa.

-Kawaaa. -Kawaaa!

-Kawaaa! -Kawaaa!

-Kawaaa! -Kawaaa!

[Bob] Kawaaa!

-Kawaaa. -[Tupac] While Toni was feeling truly seen

-for the first time in his life… -[gunshots]

…Johnny caught the twins at their daily shooting practice.

Hi there, twins.

-[shot fires] -Gah!

Okay. Um, I'll stay over here. Uh…

[muffled] I need your help. Wera's ghost showed up.

[normal] Things are serious, snuggle crackers.

[muffled] He stole the golden Trabi.

Wera told me to organize an Intervention for Toni

because he's being a terrible father to Charly.

[normal] So, you in or what?

[screams, gasps]

Okay, I get it. I'll come back later.

[hip-hop music playing]

[bird calling]

[music continues]

FAMILLY

All of those little ladybugs out there are going to be jealous of you,

of the soaring buzzard wings of your creativity.

[munching]

-And they're gonna try to drag you down. -[crunching]

-You must free yourself… -Uh-huh.

from your family.

FAMILLY

Rick, there's just one L in family.

[Rick] Yeah.

Of course it's spelled with just one L… Bob.

It's no biggie.

Next time they stress you out, you tell your family, "Hey!"

Can you… Can you repeat that?

Oh, sorry. Um…

Hey!

Hey, family, this is your shit.

Hey, family, this is your shit.

Then you punch them in the chin.

-So I pun-- -With everything you've got. [grunts]

-Now? -Yeah.

-[clangs] -Fuck! Ow! Shit!

Um… Is that gold?

Uh, yes, that's gold.

-It's all gold. I like gold. -Sure.

[obnoxious ringtone playing]

Shit.

Not again.

It's probably my son.

What should I do now, Rick?

-Please answer. -Okay.

-Yeah. -[silly voice] Hello, this is Dr. Snuts.

There was an accident on the river.

I told you last time, Charly. Enough with these stupid pranks.

No, this is Dr. Snuts.

-Repeat after me… -You've got to get here immediately.

-"I'm a buzzard." -Your son was in a--

I'm a buzzard.

-"Let me fly." -What's a buzzard?

Let me fly.

-Snuts! -Kawaaa.

Kawaaa!

-This is Dr. Snuts! -Now hang up.

Now hang up.

-No, you hang up. -Hello?

-Oh. -He's--

-Okay, I hung up, I did it. -Okay.

And how do you feel about this new situation?

Um, really good, actually.

Very good, to the rapmobile!

Let's rap!

What?

-[Bob making vrooming sounds] -Oh God. Oh God.

This thing flies like a buzzard, doesn't it?

-All-wheel drive! -[Bob making engine noises]

-[honks horn] -[Bob continues vrooming]

[Rick shrieks and giggles]

Whoa!

[Bob continues making engine sounds]

Just go with it.

Rick hasn't left the house in two whole years.

-Why not? -Bob? We've arrived.

[Bob] Mm.

Toni, there's a real star in you.

Really?

[Tupac] No one had ever seen anything in Toni, other than a loser.

Thanks, Rick.

I love you.

There, now it's out. I've said it. I love you.

[laughs]

Out of the car.

[exhales]

[Toni] He's fucking nuts, but he knows how to make hits.

[Rick] Your song is deep inside you.

And we have to flush it out.

It has to flow out of you, no matter the orifice.

You have a choice.

Either you get the enema of awareness,

this right here…

Uh…

…or… you get to drink a raw buzzard egg.

[Toni] Why?

[Bob] Don't question Rick's methods.

[Rick] Choose wisely.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Tupac] There are only three things you need to know

about Rick's buzzard egg cocktails.

Good choice.

-[Tupac] Number one. -[gags]

They're spiked with strong bull tranquilizers.

Number two…

-Wait, actually just the one thing. -[slurping]

-Lots of yolk… -[gags]

…and some seriously strong bull tranquilizers.

[gulps]

And?

[distorted] Something's wrong with me.

[uneasy music playing]

[Rick, distorted] That's totally normal, Toni. Soon you'll--

[thudding]

You forgot the mat again, Bob.

Toni!

[trippy music playing]

Release yourself from the chains of your family,

and your hit will come to you.

Release yourself from the chains…

[bird calling]

[wind whistling]

[bird calls]

[Wera] Enough with this nonsense.

You're almost 40.

This is getting embarrassing.

[bird screeches]

-[hip-hop playing] -♪ I'm so fly, I'm so nice ♪

[Rick] Kawaaa!

[Johnny] Teddy Bear, don't you wanna do the sensible thing?

[screeching]

[rapping] ♪ Buzzard's come to take you To new height ♪

-♪ I'm so fly, I'm so nice ♪ -[Toni breathing deeply]

♪ Buzzard, buzzard, this is my advice ♪

[Charly] ♪ Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho ♪

Papa!

♪ I'm so fly… ♪ [slows, then stops]

-♪ Ho, ho, ho ♪ -Papa!

You need to take care of me. I want your attention.

[Rick, distorted] You have to free yourself from your family.

[psychedelic music playing]

[Rick] Kawaaa!

-[screeching] -♪ Buzzard, buzzard, this is my advice ♪

Kawaaa! Kawaaa! Kawaaa!

♪ Want to lift you higher ♪

-He's got it! You've got it! -[echoing] Kawaaa!

He's ready for this, Bob.

-Fire up the machines! -♪ We want to lift you higher ♪

Kawaaa! Kawaaa! Kawaaa!

♪ I'm so fly I'm so nice ♪

-Kawaaa! -♪ Buzzard, buzzard, this is my advice ♪

-Kawaaa! -♪ Wild and free, taking flight ♪

♪ The buzzard's come To take you to new heights ♪

Kawaaa! Kawaaa! Kawaaa!

♪ I'm so fly I'm so nice ♪

Kawaaa!

♪ Buzzard, buzzard, this is my advice ♪

-Kawaaa! -♪ Wild and free, taking flight ♪

ASSFACE

♪ Buzzard's come To take you to new heights ♪

42 MISSED CALLS

♪ I fly away with the words That I'm speaking ♪

Kawaaa!

♪ The sky is the limit and I am leaving ♪

Kawaaa!

♪ In my hood I am king I'm not kidding ♪

-Kawaaa! -♪ Every evening ♪

-♪ Yeah, we ascending ♪ -Kawaaa! Kawaaa! Kawaaa!

♪ I am a buzzard, I am a buzzard And I have traveled far ♪

-Buzzard! -♪ My aerial attacks ♪

-♪ Will leave you with battle scars ♪ -Battle scars!

♪ Pushing only the flyest whips ♪

-♪ I never rent a car ♪ -Flyest whips!

♪ I am legend in the labyrinth Spitting bars with the minotaur ♪

♪ Eating up bastards ♪

PLEASE CALL ME. IT'S AN EMERGENCY

♪ Chewing up busters I stay fly with my peoples… ♪

Ladybug is gonna be a star.

♪ The buzzard has come To turn up the party ♪

♪ I'm gliding through smooth ♪

♪ Shitting on everybody ♪

♪ I'm so fly ♪

♪ I'm so nice ♪

Kawaaa!

-♪ Buzzard, buzzard, this is my advice ♪ -Kawaaa!

♪ Wild and free Taking flight ♪

♪ Buzzard's come To take you to new heights ♪

Kawaaa! Kawaaa! Kawaaa!

♪ I'm so fly I'm so nice ♪

-Kawaaa! -♪ Buzzard, buzzard, this is my advice ♪

-Kawaaa! -♪ Wild and free, taking flight ♪

♪ Buzzard's come To take you to new heights ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm cuckoo Don't know how to act, bro ♪

♪ Swoopin' down on you Like a pterodactyl ♪

♪ Here for the cashflow ♪

♪ Back in at the backdoor Back door ♪

♪ Talent sharper than X-Actos ♪

♪ These type of rap flows Blessin' these assholes ♪

♪ Oh! I spot my prey ♪

-♪ And then I swooped in ♪ -♪ Swooped in ♪

♪ I know you know That we got that new shit ♪

♪ Risin' up like the phoenix From the fire ♪

♪ Watch me burn the flame Now that the buzzard has come down ♪

♪ I think that it's time You learned my name ♪

♪ I'm still gettin' higher I'm still gettin' higher ♪

♪ Superhuman glider in the sky Fuelin' the fire ♪

♪ Watch me fly higher Watch me fly higher ♪

♪ Taking flight away On the wings of desire ♪

♪ I'm so fly, I'm so nice ♪

Kawaaa!

-♪ Buzzard, buzzard, this is my advice ♪ -Kawaaa!

♪ Wild and free, taking flight ♪

♪ Buzzard's come To take you to new heights ♪

Kawaaa! Kawaaa! Kawaaa!

♪ I'm so fly, I'm so nice ♪

Kawaaa!

-♪ Buzzard, buzzard, this is my advice ♪ -Kawaaa!

♪ Wild and free, taking flight ♪

♪ Buzzard's come To take you to new heights ♪

Kawaaa! Kawaaa! Kawaaa!

♪ I'm so fly, I'm so nice ♪

♪ Buzzard, buzzard, this is my advice ♪

♪ Wild and free, taking flight ♪

♪ Buzzard's come To take you to new heights ♪

Kawaaa!

[intriguing music playing]

Kawaaa!