Black Eyed Pee

We’re servin' up fresh beats
For breakfast, lunch and dinner
Eat some of our beats
They’ll keep you warm all winter
I’m eatin' up them beats and going nom nom nom
I’m puttin' them in my tummy cause they’re yum yum yum
(party noise)
Alright, stop!
This is getting out of hand
There’s too many people in this band
It’s time for some band interviews
I have to fire some of you
My name’s Taboo
I’m the weird Mexican
I don’t recall ever letting you in
Walk me through your average day
And list the instruments that you play
I play no instruments per say
But I drop the beat and then say «Hey!»
When you say you «drop the beat»
You mean you drop it literally?
Uh, nah. That’s the DJ’s job
I drop it figuratively
I also pace around the stage
And strike a menacing pose
On Saturdays, I do the shopping
And wash the band’s clothes
OK, apl.de.ap, what the hell do you do?