Beck's rap for "Flavor":

Feel so good about a piece of trash
The birds are drunk, drinkin' from my glass
The worms are hungry looking for my guitar
White lightning and an old fruit jar
I get juiced from Africa to Spain
Ghettoblastin' the diamond lane
Fix my strings in the sycamore shade
Dig my grave with a silver spade
Making a list, taking requests
Ripping the blues out of your vest
Strychnine, hit it with a thud
Stripmine Delta flood
When you dig up the past, the bones is just toys
Beat your fist through the static and the noise
'Cause I got the blues and I can't be satisfied
Leave those blues, gonna catch that train and ride

Yes. Was that good?
You got it! You got it!
Alright. You want me to do one more?
You got the flavor!
You want me to do one more?
You got the flavor!
You got the flavor!
You got the flavor!