"Star Trek Intro" by Warren G

Beeping of alert signal.
Ensign: captain, the transporters ready.
Captain: that's hip. lieutenant marvin, what is the
condition
Of the planets surface? 
Marvin: it is difficult to be precise. however, my
instruments
Indicate a condition of extreme rigor mortis, spreading
rapidly
Throughout the population. highly illogical, captain.
Captain: a bunch of stiffs, huh?  well, set coordinates for,
ah,
Chocolate city, and have a landing party of nine men beam
down
Immiediately, with phasers set on funk-funk!