Lyrics: Dustin Pfaff
Music: Dustin Pfaff
director: OK, quiet on set everyone!
director: To rap battle intro
staff: OK, got it
director: Cut to Truman title card
director: Three, two, one
staff: Truman title card
*Truman Burbank*
director: Brilliant, cut to Red guy title card
*?????*
Red Guy: That's not my name
director: Uh... action!
Red Guy:
Who's this guy? The man with the odd face
I would really prefer for you to get lost mate
Oh it's Carrey as the only character he ever plays
wow, even my voice has better range
Put me on your boring channel and I'll score some interest
He was born an actor spoiled brat: adored and still he left
They pulled the plug because a life that's more secure: he did reject
To be the loser who got canceled way before the internet
Maybe swap your batteries
It isn't just your set where the light are out
wow really what a tragedy
How you were driven mad with your wife around
Anyway, as a dad I'm glad to see
We're all celebrating father's day right 'bout now
Oh wait let's check your Dad's ID
ID: "Hey,I think he might've drowned"
Truman Burbank:
Good morning!
Oh, and in case I don't see ya:
Then good, that'd be greatly ideal
Can your Eldritch horror wait until tomorrow?
Not doing that is my favorite idea
Here's to hoping that you get a visit from a singing dental floss
Because those canines look more rabid than my neighbor's dog!
And I'm afraid you're wrong, my Dad is more alive
Than that dummy for a brother and that duck 'for the wife'?
Ripping through you like a magazine
No sweet talk, I ain't a fax machine
Honey, I had the saddest dream:
Where not so little red riding rug tried on some tacky jeans
With your dark creepy theming you managed to reel in
An audience younger than even sesame street's is
So be more discreet when you're speaking about canceled TV, kid
Your first pilot was so egregious that it couldn't be greenlit
Uh? here's something you can put in that pad
There's not a single creative in that colorful cast
The internet's done with the fad of you lousy ****in' pastas
They cleared their heads of this browser cookie monster
The disc:
Yo, here is how you too can rap
Here is how you rap; first all, you rhyme
And you raise the roof, and you stay on beat
And you sub to the Freshy Kanal patreon
Yellow Guy: This is how you rap! I did it!
Duck: That's not rapping
Yellow Guy: It is.
Duck:
No, it isn't.
See? I tried to rap like this disc insisted
And now there's gifts everywhere and he's ruined Christmas
Yellow Guy: the roof didn't elevate it didn't move or budge
Red Guy: Stop trying to raise it and give it up
Yellow Guy: like Truman's mum
Duck:
maybe you would like that musical advise
As the one human in your life who's not used to having lines
Red Guy:
Ask that guy in the mirror to come here and explain to ya
You're not stuck in Trumania
you're stuck in true MANIA!
Now I'm walking out don't try to hold me hostage
Cause I'm the top dog
Yellow Guy:
He's Grolton, you're Hovris!
staffs:
We should probably do something
Truman seems keen to leave...
He's more likely to get to Clayhill than Fiji, please
Uh, hang on, change frequencies-
Truman Burbank:
Seems they shut it off
like they did to your show when the Queen deceased
Not sure if this is the right time or place for debating this
I feel like a beast is watching as we're stuck here entertaning him
Nah, just kidding
if only someone were taping this
So you could see the looks on the hands they
...puppet your faces with!
Is that the best you can do?
What did I expect from an exec in a suit?
I don't mean the red guy, nah
I mean a separate buffon
I'm directly addressing this message to you
staff: Uh, sir, now wha-
director: Uh, get it go, get it go, cut outro