$traight outta FTL aka Fuck The Law City with that BA$$-tanic, thrash rap booty sleaze, it's Death Jam commin' to fuck the world with a peninsula sized DICK of hard bass. Evil triplets born to a super bad bitch on top of a 48" bazooka subwoofer in the trunk of a Chevy Caprice and raised in the seedy strip clubs of South Florida by a perverted uncle named Luke; Brothers Mister Belvedere, Young Lauderdale and Da Swap Shop Kid are true cult disciples of Ho Hatin' bass. Certified sub-slayin' angels of def here to put the doom in ya boombox and keep you sinnin' while the records spinnin' with them ass clappin' 808 blast beat explosions from an empire state building of woofer stacks. It's DEATH JAM 808 or DIE, the number of the beats, BA$$ and destroy. Fellas keep killing them quads and ladies keep them PU$$IE$ POPPIN'.

PS - Russel Simmons, you and your cease and desist letters can get fucked.