Mark F. Cheney, closeted homosexual husband to the Vice President,
presents the Ultimate Hit Song for September 2002.

EXPLANATION
The easiest way to explain this is to say that every word in this
song is from one of the top 20 songs in the Billboard Top 100 for the
first week of September 2002. They were devoured and rearranged by a
series of text generation and randomization programs that wish to be
collectively referred to as:

Mark F. Cheney, closeted homosexual husband to the Vice President

Not to be confused with Markov Chaney from the Illuminatus Trilogy
of Mark V. Chaney, who tormented usenet groups all over the world a
couple of years back.


Walking Fast as We Could Fall

[Eminem:]Where's my snare?
I have no snare in my closet
And I feel like touchin you (uh uh uh)
So the FCC won't even kissed me goodbye,
Well established; let's go Mario!
[Mario Winans:] Girl what the hell is on your *ss? NO N***A!
I'll hold onto the wings of the other pills,
Can't pay my rent 'Cause all my lawsuits, F*** YOU DEBBIE!
Don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're 
lying here in my brown eyes and thick legs Only for 
the halls of my lungs 
Brothers found work in Indiana 
I diss any weather 
I'm sorry mama name, got me to you 
[Ginuwine] Come On Now!  
Beef, you babe 
And I can be your butt gett'n' big
- true, let me say I'm just fine 
[Verse 2: Loon] 
But just takes some skeletons in the road runnin 
If I need (Got what I need) But as I grit my life 
(I've been searching for you) 
I diss my mind (I've been feining for you) 
Oh...  
[P.Diddy]Chill out my arms...Swine on 
'Cause I understand life is free 
West coast, without you (It's gangsta, gangsta love) 
[Ludacris] OH NO! Couldn't see what, wassup, what the hell
is dissin', how you could only let it be? 
(Background voice: uh uh uh)
Embarrassed their parents still listen to the radio to hear
what's cookin' But the music ain't got no job
(Ai-ai-ain't got no job)
Got a quarter tank of gas In my mama name
They've got money but they don't have Hank I think,
I am so high, I can be your Fantasy (Can I be ya down *ss b*****s?)
Embarrassed their parents still listen to the finger ya flipped
at me now, ain't you mama, I'ma make you look too good for you
let's go Mario!
[Mario Winans] Girl what the hell is on your morphine? Cuz its
making me itch. You look like a pill instead of makin' me ill.