Shit rolls downhill....but that shit just slides right off me.

Nice try, motherfuckers. You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man. That's right -- the ginger-fucking-bread-man. And I'll say it again. Twice. Some other time. Watch me....

Everything's back in business -- all the music is smacked into the right place. So I've got the groovie doovie doo. Way to go! Poog!