Prof - Liability (lyrics)

I'm not going to put the lyrics up at least for a month.  The lyrics are included if you purchase the album, whether physical or digital you'll get all the lyrics.  BUY THE ALBUM!  It's gold.  It's worth twice the price.

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Prof - Bar Breaker (lyrics)

Music video
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(question  marks beside the lines I'm not sure about)


Oh bless your heart, bless your heart
Wooo!  Hey
Ok all reloaded!  Yeah
Some heads talking about me like,
"That dude ain't a true rapper though, he ain't hip hop,
He ain't got those baaaaaarrrrrrrrssss, bars, y'oh what I'm talkin' about."
Hey, whata, what, what does that make me, what am I really though?
Y'know what I mean, uh

They call me the bar breaker.
You should kick me out the club,
I'm a big bad wolf, I'm a Jameson thug.
I wave Hi while I'm cave diving day high,
Coated in KY we'll orgy on the hay ride.
I hustle like an Ethiopian custodian,
Quick grab the trophies, you can leave behind the opium.
Executive american all the way from a derelict
Drinking at the Sheraton, daring chicks into marriages.
Oh yeah, marry me baby,
Half hour later you can carry me baby
I'm skinny dipping, swimmin' with young Dominican women,
Last time I wasn't pimpin' it's been a minute (hey)
No need to pay me to, I'm drinking in some daisy dukes,
80 proof, get retarded like a baby do.
I'm so good at rap that it's not even fair,
You know my shit bangs, I ain't talking about hair.
Come on.

Hey, hey, hey

3 smoking hot chicks in a couple of beds,
Call me the mailman how I come every day.
You ain't feeling my shit it's completely understandable,
I'm beyond rap, homey I'm speakin' animal.
Think about leaving they callin' me bro,
Finish a bottle and I'm good to go,
No you're all laymen I'm not even bold (?)
So untouchable I'm in the zone.
Fall back,
De be deep de be deep, what'cha call that, (?)
Hit the dick better lick to the ball sack,
Bring a tit to the kid I'm on that,
Oh rye oooh ken!  (shoryuken?)
They all on my new shit, thugs and the students,
Girl I'm a cowboy, baby I'm a nuisance.
I'm a problem, tell me that you love me,
You could be a model it don't matter if you chubby.
Tickle tickle,
I'm always in the middle,
Give me trouble, big girls they make me feel so little
Take your clothes off, we're streaking in my kitchen,
Hunting, fishing, fucking, kissing.

Hey, hey, hey, hey

I buck wild, I never have it together
Have you noticed I leave every show on a stretcher?
Prof in a amberlan, boys went to the hotel (?)
these hoes smell I hope the blow job goes well.
whiskey in my IV, boner in my boxers,
I'm always with some Rosario Dawson imposters.
Head like a dildo, back is made of rubber,
I'm like the energizer bunny, I'm a tough mother (hey)
Tomorrow it's my birthday I'll sign up for karate,
And I'll kidnap the sensei and get the black belt probably.
I know you seen me win the beef with John Stamos,
a hundred years from now that show will still be on cable.
What kind of man is this high on medical cannibis,
Startin' riots on campuses, no one should be a fan of this,
Listen closely I'm not gonna shout,
I've tried being humble it's just not working out.

Ghost feat. Tech N9ne

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What am I to do when all I really see is garbage?
They all narcissistic and harmless
Delusionally carsick
What I'm talking 'bout is all these rappers on the market
Claiming they got skill I beg your motherfuckin' pardon?
Make me wanna barge in some apartment and start arson
(Awesome)
Put a rapper body in a garden
Am I a Martian, we on the same planet?
I don't see anybody fuckin' with me god dammit
Prof -- I been hot since Michael J. Fox could talk
I'm a genius and use my cock a lot
The last one who's underrated who yet hasn't made it anyway, mazel tov
I'm better than a midday fuck
Name a rapper man I think they suck
I'm gonna buy an old big grey truck
Watch, I'll drive around the country with my fists taped up, yup!
Ya'll a puddle of piss
Love it or not, at least I give a hundred percent
Is it 'cuz I ain't covered in tattoos?
Well sit back cupcake I got bad news

You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisified!
Look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?
You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisfied!
You can't look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?

When I listen to the radio it be like Comedy Central
I wanna be gentle, but I gotta come and drop the bomb on these simples
Who honestly sent you the vomit, they promised on it
But it really gets sonically mental
Imma be into placin' a big cannon at thee temple
Bang on 'em a lot of em never was hot to me
Shockingly popped awesomely profits be
Toppin' the charts, even got a Hot Topic Tee
Watch the G, *Pop* *Pop* Give a colostomy (Damn)
I can't kill 'em when they wack
But forreal the N9na's skill can kill 'em in a rap
The feelin' is through the ceilin' when I'm wheelin' through the trap
Dealin' music a million Tech the villian will adapt
But alot of these motherfuckers are crap, crap
I think we should put together an app for the rappers
That don't have a rhythm bone in they' ass, a disaster
But'll teach em to never thinkin' they' swagger's Alaska
When they bizzuti, wanna give 'em this uzi
Mi scusi, did you say the way I'm speakin' is bougie?
That's where you lose me, how pathetic can you be?
When sayin' these fools be better than me that's a doozy!
Rap, everybody wanna try it
But the Tecca Nina flow you can't deny it
Laughin' at a lotta rappers I can't hide it
But it ain't they' fault, it's the motherfuckers that buy it

You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisified!
Look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?
You can't look me in the face!
Tell me you're satisfied!
You can't look me in the face!
Are you satisfied?

I've been so close
Come to think about it I'm a ghost
Some people believe in bibles
Some believe in somethin' that their eyes don't know
So I'm about to tell you how the cycle go:
(Okay!)
I've been swimming uphill for a decade plus
By the time I'm done I'll be one of the best they was
It's like the country walkin' over a billion barrels of oil
Find out Prof is a ghost that lives
With a neck like that and a rope like this
Flow like bricks
So underrated that I held my dick 'til I broke my fist
And these days, rappers'll show up and spit on a track
Make me wanna throw up and shit on a track
Put a lid on that
Roll it up into a blunt, take a hit on that
I'm so gifted it's like Santa's here
I roll deep even got my grandma here
So fly, oh my I need landing gear
So bright, ya'll might, get your tanning here
Gimme your can of beer
You can tell a bandit near
I'll come around in circles blacker than a panda's ear
You follow Captain Planeteer
I shine like a chandelier
The only motherfuckin' man in here

Prof - Ghost (video)

First song from the upcoming album (in October I think?):

I like it, serious with goofy elements.  Very much a Prof song.

Prof on Sway in the Morning at Soundset

Lyrics:

They call me the bar breaker
You should kick me out the club
I'm a big bad wolf, I'm a Jameson thug
I'm wave 'Hi' while I'm cave diving day high
Coated in K Y we'll orgy on the hay ride
I hustle like you need the opiate custodian
Quick grab the trophies you can leave behind the opium
Executive American all the way from a derelict
Drinking at the Sheridan
Daring chicks into marriages
Oh yeah, marry me baby
Half hour later you can carry me baby
I'm skinny dipping
Swimming with young Dominican women
Last time I wasn't pimping it's been a minute
No need to pay me too
I'm drinking in the these daisy dukes
80 proof, get retarded like a baby do
I'm soaking in rap you it's not even fair
You know my shit bangs I ain't talking 'bout hair
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Full lyrics to Bar Breaker

Audiotree Live

Somehow I missed this video from 10 months ago.  Prof did a half hour live session with Audiotree Live in Chicago.


                    

Song list:
1. Karma
2. Fire
3. The Season
4. Terminator
5. Myself
6. Yeah Buddy

The Reply (lyrics)

Download (iTunes; now that he's with Rhymesayers no more free downloads)

But you can stream it here and here.

(Some of these lines are impossible to understand.  I listened to them dozens of times and am still unsure.  Marked with (?). )

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Pure rap shit.

Let's do this.

No dubs, one take.

Let's go.

To which I reply:

Ain't no way in hell that you can muscle me homie,
Only if you will try to fuck with me now they mushing baloney.
Ain't no ho can get between a horse and his dick.

First second third fourth 'n the fifth,
Of course I'm the shit.
I've had so many women,

I start to think I'm assisted living.

I thought of Santa Clause for all the gifts my dick's been givin'.

All them chicks been kickin' with 'em. (?)

All it is is pimpin-ism. (?)
Listen, women, Kaiser Von Powderhorn is up in your kitchen!
And these haters start to trippin'.

I'm gettin' more money than a motherfuckin christian.

True, young prof is a baller.

You can call the hater line I'll pick the first caller.
Some so many rappers, (?)

I'm a sure father.

Been with your baby mama motherfucker, cue daughter.

Don't make me bring her toys out,
Motherfuckers know I get intense like boy scouts.

I'm the greatest.

Don't front, I'm the greatest.

Bitch please, I'm the greatest.

Fuck you, I'm the greatest.

Suck my dick, I'm the greatest.

Bitch please, I'm the greatest.

Fuck you, I'm the greatest.

Don't front, I'm the greatest.

I'm fuckin' Lyndsey Lohan, broham

A player got her open,
A trip to Vegas, for a little eloping.

I'm Biance's fiance, I'm picante.

You lookin for a double date, Kanye?

Fuck it, there's a mermaid in my bathtub,

The motherfucker's only there to give backrubs.

How much an ostrich cost bitch?
Put it in a mosh pit,
At my show and jump in like, "Watch this!"

Bitch please, got whiskey out the faucet,

Little girls 'll hold my hair in case I get nauseous.

Deal, mother fucker that's a bonus.

Cut my girls hair so I can think I'm fucking Jonas.

Oh brother, I don't slow brother.
Everybody knows I'm a cold mo-fucker.

I'm thinkin' this is the end,
Like OMG, I've outdone myself again.

I'm the greatest.

Don't front, I'm the greatest.

Bitch please, I'm the greatest.

Fuck you, I'm the greatest.

Suck my dick, I'm the greatest.

Bitch please, I'm the greatest.

Fuck you I'm the greatest.

Don't front I'm the greatest.

Broadcasting ft. P.O.S. (lyrics)

Full song

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Broadcasting

Broadcasting

Papa ---- Papa

Romeo - Oscar
Oscar --  Sierra
Foxtrot

Papa ---- Papa

Romeo - Oscar
Oscar --  Sierra
Foxtrot

Papa ---- Papa

Romeo - Oscar
Oscar --  Sierra
Foxtrot

I am bigger than you've ever seen,
I am better than you've ever heard,
I could reinvent with every word.
Larger than life don't even make sense,
I am so far ahead I'm backwards, I am in past tense.
I am on overload, overdose,
I am on cruise control,
I could write an album under comatose.
I am unconscious yet so focused,
I'm ultimate high, I'll ride till I'm hopeless.
I know what I started and I don't plan on finishin'
Givin' in is the difference from wishin' it an livin' it.
So posers step off me,
I'll get ya paid off, cock metal, what it cost me.
I don't even hafta fight,
I'll let people I don't know whoop yo ass all night.
Turn on the radio, I got something to say -
Broadcasting a punch in the face.

Ah, east coast west coast,
Mid-west down south world wide.
South-side north-side,
Where the fuck you at?
Doomtree
Stophouse

I am bigger than you've ever seen,
I am louder than you've ever heard,
Letterhead be clever with the word.
Clever up the beef, eat,

Never sweat a nerd,
Haters are like birds, yeah,
Tweet tweetin' from the cheap seats.
Shit-shittin' on concrete, criterion raps,
Stimulus pack large, now pay it back.
You off ya crux fool,

You couldn't balance collaborations
With verses adjacent to beats by Mux Mool.
Success ooze from the sweat glands,
Rules for the next don't apply to P.O.S. man.
I'm livin' beyond the lines you sketch man,

I'm livin' between the lines of text, man,
Illegible hand, script.
Up here, hi, learn how to elevate,
Innovator laser-tongue, 

Assimilate to absolutly nothin, get it straight, 

I am a laser-guided hurricane,
Megaman's hand hot absolutely busting.

Ah, east coast west coast,
Mid-west down south world wide.
South-side north-side,
Where the fuck you at?
Doomtree
Stophouse

Critical digital,
Launch pad with the padlock, 

Hazmat launch code numerals.

Stop or it's your funeral,

Watch a couple of bosses rock your cubicle,
Watch how me and Prof spit chapters backwards.

I am an anthrax rapper,

I got a code that I suppose as so does Moses

That I live by and I master.

Yeah rap blaster stone-cold disaster
Cans filled with bass get cracked leave em plastered, damn.

I keep it cheap bitch,

I'm on another level.
Iron man launch punk, I keep it heavy metal.

I keep the belly settled, better full,
Hungry wolf tearing through whatever,

No piggy, just ripping never bull.

I let the Chevy pedal hit the floor, I never settle,
Burn the fuckin road up, I am on every channel.

I let the 9-5 honda civic slide right by,
Middle finger sky high spittin c-c-cyanide.

Rocketman (remix) feat. Yelawolf

Full song

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Up up and away, take me away, light speed on the game.

To know where I come from is to know that it's all the same.

Up up and away, take me away, light speed on the game.

To know where I come from is to know that it's all the same.

R-O-C-K-E-T  up,

L-A-M-E-S down.
Got cheap beer in a paper cup, 

Alabama homegrown by the pound.
How does that sound?
With a small town down south coming up running up to the club with Rocketman.
Got a white wall or two then I run up on you with a glock in hand.

Hold that can really high by a shot of this Jim Beam.
Drinking motherfucker's engine, when I spit it all the hot girls go ring ring.
Close to my roots like ginseng, 

Dixie mafia.
Droppin this rock on top of ya.
I got a mean team
I got a fit-to-back clear room time for the prime that'll have you seeing stars,
I got people with Chevrolets that are friends of mind that'll have you seeing cars.
Riding by, flying by, rocketships that are sitting high,
Put a city boy on top of the world with a big block bumper and pecan pie.
Get it twice, get it thrice, get it three times my nuts.
Gettin by with about three or five bucks.
Spin it off a little with another blind trust
Spin it off the gutter and I don't give a fuck
So tell my folks that I'm on the way,
I just broke through the ozone with my Blueblocker shades.
Yelawolf

Up up and away, take me away, light speed on the game.

To know where I come from is to know that it's all the same.

Up up and away, take me away, light speed on the game.

To know where I come from is to know that it's all the same.

I am the Rocketman they talk about.
I jump from star to star I walk it out.
Thinkin of a better ticket is another world to visit is it fitted in my mind rightly, tightly.
Could it really be another planet would it matter pitter patter could I really stay there daily, nightly?
Ooh, yes I will
Ooh man I swear to God
Don't need permission
I'm just wishin' for a little nod
I work for NASA
I just need a little money
I get my training right
Y'all won't even see me comin'.
I got a spaceship in my backyard I been working on.
I need an alternator, then peace to the haters, man, I'll take off
It's a free world out there, ain't it
I let my mind loose, then go chase it
A little lime juice, time to face it
I'm so close that I can taste it.
Got a flashlight, got the wolves by.
Got  the Yelawolf and we'll look for the bullseye.
E.T. phone home with the chrome when I'm in my zone, Holmes, Bet a whole lotta good die.
So turn your lights off, I'm best up in the nighttime.
Every time I see the moon I'm looking at the bright side.

Up up and away, take me away, light speed on the game.

To know where I come from is to know that it's all the same.

Up up and away, take me away, light speed on the game.

To know where I come from is to know that it's all the same.

Up up and away
To know where I come from is toIt's all the same, man
To know where I come from is to
It's all the same, man
To know where I come from is to
It's all the same, man
To know where I come from is to
I am the Rainman.

Let's go, let's go - Let's break the ceiling
Y'all lame - Let's break the ceiling
Let's go, let's go - Let's break the ceiling
Let's break the ceiling.

I know that you pricks can't see me, I live in the stars.
This is why you fucks can't be me, I was born on Mars.

Zoo (lyrics)

The sort-of music video
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If you can't walk straight, look 'em in their face, tell a motherfucker.
If they hate your crew, 'cause you all act like you're from a zoo.
Run around town and we never turn down, hey we don't follow rules. (Yo)
I just really can't seem to get enough, 'nuff, 'nuff.  (Fuck with me, Aye)

Last night drink a waterfall, if you take a plane you can check the Tylenol.
Mile high with the pilot fall, got the G4 all coated in Armor All.
And I'm smoking like you thought I was a ventilator,
Hello hater, got a generator to my elevator.
Steer clear, 'cause in a couple seconds I'll be swimmin' in beer,
Get some women in here.
Order up another round and get me a mirror.
And a pocket pussy, am I fuckin' making it clear?
Here, here, I'm man of the year, lookin' at my pants like it's a banana in here.
Butt up, looking for some cut up, mean 'n easy best believe all hung up.
Listen,
Listen, yeah, shut up.

I don't give a fuck (so what)
I might be drunk (so what)
Can't get enough (so what)
Aaaawwwww
I don't give a fuck (so what)
I might be drunk (so what)
You can lick my nuts (my nuts)
Aaaawwwww

Itty bitty titty committee is fine, as long as your itty bitty titty got a behind.
Swerving, I think I need a lane or two, run a train or two, man I stay in the mood.
Drinkin' whiskey, what I came to do, so famous I came with the kangaroo.
In bathing suit, and I get on that Cialis, I ain't leaving this party until my dick is calloused.
I can't help it that I'm cocky, Macklemore told me that I'm a cold-ass honky.
Got balls like Bocce, time so hockey, play it as a hobby.
Pass my part as an astronaut, with a massive cock,
Spending all my time in your dad's garage just jackin' off,
To all your thrown away pictures of Asher Roth.
What?  That's a boy?  With them pretty golden locks, are you sure?
I dont' really care, man, I'll take about four.
Drop it to the ground you can take it down lower.
Pretty women that I can't ignore.
I breath for three or four.
I just really can't seem to get enough, 'nuff, 'nuff.
So what?

If you can't walk straight, look 'em in their face, tell a motherfucker. (So what)
If they hate your crew, 'cause you all act like you're from a zoo. (So what)
Run around town and we never turn down, hey we don't follow rules. (Yo)
I just really can't seem to get enough, 'nuff, 'nuff.  (So what)

I don't give a fuck (so what)
I might be drunk (so what)
Can't get enough (so what)
Aaaahhhh
I don't give a fuck (so what)
I might be drunk (so what)
You can lick my nuts (my nuts)
Aaaahhhh

Come on, come on, let's get it in, bitch can I kick it? (yes you can)
Come on, come on, let's get it in, bitch can I kick it? (yes you can)
Come on, come on, let's get it in, bitch can I kick it? (yes you can)
Come on, come on, let's get it in, bitch can I kick it? (yes you can)

Yeah.

Hey, you can trust in me, you can trust in me, I will never let you down.
Have I ever let you down?
I'm probably the most trustworthy MC int he game right now.
Remember that.
I got your back, player.

Prof Outdoors

Prof is doing an outdoor show with a bunch of other acts, September 7th:

  More info here.

Prof will be at Rock the Bells 2013

Rock the Bells this year has a pretty amazing lineup:

September 7-8 in San Bernardino, CA.
September 14-15 in Mountain View, CA.
September 28-29 in Washington DC.
October 4-5 in Rutherford, NJ.

If you live anywhere near these places then you need to get on these tickets as soon as they're available starting May 16.  Prof is on the Saturday lineup for each location.

Added August 8th: A new track just for this

Baby Jacob Part II - Jake Drew feat. Prof

I just found this song today:

Prof's verse starts at 1:35.

The MC Type & Prof - "My Backpack" (lyrics)

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[The MC Type]
Rap is something you do.
Hip hop is something you are.
Traumatic echo.

Yo, check it out, I'm rapping right now,
How many syllables can I fit into this sentence right now.
And even though it's written I'ma go free style right now.
Free Style:
Rest in peace mainstream,
I'ma RIP you into pieces like Pangaea
Yeah,
Our earthquakes that quake the earth into earthshakes that make you squirm.
Turntables.
The four elements come together like the president,
Named Air Force One, KRS One.
If I impress one rapper I did my job,
Except my job is to live with my mom.
I'm bomb, you are terrorist, without me you don't exist.
You are pissed that I'm so good at this.
My consciousness expands to a million conscientiousnesses.
I've got one mistress, her name is hip hop,
I only love her to piss off my in-laws.
Don't get it wrong, I write these songs,
But I have a secret weapon that I brought along:

This is my backpack, check out its straps.
This is real rap, none of that crap.
This is my backpack, it has my rhyme book.
That's how I wrote this, this is my hook.
This is my backpack, it has CDRs.
When you hear my fast rap you'll be seeing stars.
This is my backpack, check out my backpack.
It is my backpack, it's not yours.

[Prof]
Living through my lyrics so lyrically I'll be whatever I want to be,
Backpack, headphones, Socrates' philosophies.
I'm droppin' these anomalies on top of these monstrosities,
I'm building up monopolies, I'm probably a novelty.
Yo yo.
So much pain in my brain, when the rain came the same,
Can't tame my main frame like a chain gang,
In my brain in the rain.
Dang.
Mathematically I'm eliminated tragically,
Metaphorically I'm considered a minority.
My geometry is unflawlessly unapologeticy,
True school hip hop is where I'm really meant to be.
My pen is a light saber.
My ink bleeds my soul into the paper,
Man it's a lifesaver.
My beats by Dre headphones are glorious.
I won't stop until I'm lyrically victorious.

This is my backpack, check out its straps.
This is real rap, none of that crap.
This is my backpack, it has my rhyme book.
That's how I wrote this, this is my hook.
This is my backpack, it has CDRs.
When you hear my fast rap you'll be seeing stars.
This is my backpack, check out my backpack.
It is my backpack, it's not yours.

[The MC Type]
Welcome to Christmas, my lyrical gift never misses,
It only lifts us up to riches,
Of the mind, 'cause making money's wrong,
I'm about to pass the mic to my man Prof.

[Prof]
I am now currently taking a mic from my man Type.
I'm making sure my rhymes are tight every single night.
Hey fuck the mainstream, I'll never be like that.
I stay true and write my rhymes on an iPad.

[MC Type]
Prof, name drop.
Prof, name drop.
Hip hop, hip hop,
Hip hop, hip hop.
We belong together, like the beach and flip flops.
Hip hop.

[Prof]
When I say Hip, you say Hop.
Hip - Hop
Hip - Hop
When I say Don't, you say Stop.
Don't - Stop
Don't - Stop

No, ah, seriously stop. What, what are you wearing on your, what?

This is my backpack, check out its straps.
This is real rap, none of that crap.
This is my backpack, it has my rhyme book.
That's how I wrote this, this is my hook.
This is my backpack, it has CDRs.
When you hear my fast rap you'll be seeing stars.
This is my backpack, check out my backpack.
It is my backpack, it's not yours.

Wack off rhythms, smash hit.

I think I'm about to kick in a capella right now.

Dude, is this the dumbest thing we've done yet?

Atmosphere - Millennium Dodo 1 & 2 (video featuring Prof)

Millennium Dodo lyrics.

Millennium Dodo 2 lyrics.

New Prof Verses on Get Cryphy Mix

There's a new Get Cryphy mix out and Prof has 2 new verses on it.  Prof's verses start at 26:30 and 27:25.

Interview by The Radical Surprise

The Radical Surprise put a few questions to Prof to answer:

What do you believe to be your greatest accomplishment thus far?
Supporting myself as an adult through rap music.

Major props to Prof for that.  It's a huge step.  Read the whole thing.

Prof - Moron (video)

The velvet tracksuit, the fanny pack... Prof is goofy, no doubt about it.

Grieves - Super Scary Monsters feat. Prof

Grieves - Super Scary Monsters feat. Prof

Slug Interviews Prof About Life, the Universe and Everything

There will be eight parts, one for each song on KVP3.

Part 1: Me Boi

Part 2: Get Some

Part 3: New Kid

Part 4: Roughneck

Part 5: Swimming (feat. Slug)

Part 6: Sex Ed (and Interlude)

Part 7: Borrowed Time

Part 8: Moron