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Never Mind The Velcro (I Wanna) Fuck Yr Mom
Yeah, I wanna fuck your mom Yeah, I wanna fuck your mom Yeah, I wanna fuck your mom And then I’ll fuck your dad The best time he’s ever had
Every time that I see your mom I got to admit that she’s got it goin’ on And every time that I see your dad I look at my buttplug and feel a little sad
Yeah, I wanna fuck your mom Yeah, I wanna fuck your mom Yeah, I wanna fuck your mom And then I’ll fuck your dad The best time he’s ever had
Every time that I see your mom I get a big old ragin’ hard-on And every time that I see your dad I jump on my buttplug and get a little mad
Yeah, I wanna fuck your mom Yeah, I wanna fuck your mom Yeah, I wanna fuck your mom And then I’ll fuck your dad The best time he’s ever had That fucking fag
Abstract Painting I live in an abstract painting It’s such a pain but it’s so amazing I live in an abstract painting It’s such a pain but it’s so amazing
I live in the abstract world I live with an abstract girl Her body’s a triangle intersected by stars But there’s a million more just like her in the abstract singles bars You know why? (Why?)
Cuz I live in an abstract painting It’s such a pain but it’s so amazing I live in an abstract painting It’s such a pain but it’s so amazing
I work at an abstract job My boss shows me his abstract knob Then at the end of the abstract day Punch the abstract clock and I’m on my abstract way You know why? Because
I live in an abstract painting It’s such a pain but it’s so amazing I live in an abstract painting It’s such a pain but it’s so fucking swell!
Love The Drugs I got a drug from the doc helps me sleep at night I got one that gets the day begun I got this crazy little pill, you know, for migraine headaches, baby Sometimes I pop that sucka just for fun
I got a pill to cure my ill, a pill to make my penis longer Satisfaction guaranteed It’s such a drag when you can’t afford the drugs you want Even worse when you can’t afford the drugs you need
I love the drugs, love the drugs, love the drugs, I really love ‘em Yeah I really, really do I love the drugs, love the drugs, love the drugs, I really And I know that you do too, all right!
Call the doc Martha, call him quick I just saw sumpin’ on TV Now I know I don’t seem sick But it looked like something might be wrong with me
A cornucopia, a pharmacopoeia I’m so glad I’m in the USA, I mean Who needs death squads and ethnic cleansing When you could have the FDA?
I love the drugs, love the drugs, love the drugs, I really love ‘em Yeah I really really do I love the drugs more than hugs cuz they really push and shove ‘em Down the throats of both me and you, guitar!
Warning, this song has been shown To have the following side effects in clinical trials Dizziness, disorientation, nausea, vomiting Of black sticky bile
Loss of all motor function A strange funky odor every time that you pee Head lice, bad constipation And two bloody welts where your eyes used to be!
I love the drugs, love the drugs, love the drugs, I really love ‘em Yeah I really really do I love the drugs, love the drugs, love the drugs, I really And I know that Bear does too, he plays guitar
Love the drugs, love the drugs, love the drugs, I really love ‘em Yeah I really really do I love the drugs more than hugs cuz they really push and shove ‘em Right down the throats of both me and you, all right!
(Man, gimme another line of that)
Save Us From The Fish Save us from the fish
Save us from the cows Oh fucking save us man from the fucking cows Save us from the cows
Save us from the sheep Save us from the sheep, man Save us man It’s a really heavy trip man Save us from the sheep, man Save us from the sheep
Baaa!!!!
Save us from the sheep!!!
(I think they better save the sheep from me)
Get outta that pen, boy
Butter Run Once I was an old man, or so I heard them say One time last November on a bright and boggy day And if I am an old man and I should come to harm, well Try to keep the butter from running down your arm, hey!
Satan ate my biscuits, he stole my Styrofoam Now I am an old man and I’ll never be alone And if I am an old man, and I should come to harm Try to keep the butter from running down your arm, hey!
If you see me eat some brie, do not raise the alarm Simply substitute it for some moldy chicken parm Growing motorcycles on an old Suzuki farm Try to keep the butter from running down your arm!
Free Trip To Heaven (Details Inside) We got a free trip to heaven, details inside Then I stop and I turn and I go for a ride Then I get to the bottom just to see you ain’t got ‘em But a big can of tanning for my heathen hide
So let’s slice up to pieces in the name of Jesus I love monkey shit, it’s like Rhesus feces And I don’t wanna know about the way that you go Or the blow that you toot, or the twinkie that you blow
Cuz he is the reason for the motherfuckin’ season Of suicide bombers and kids committing treason Jumpin’ outta windows, filled with just derision I just dropped out to see my condition
So let’s slice ‘em up to pieces in the name of Jesus Your city has been bomb-ed in the name of Mohammed So eat some fucking Gouda in the name of Buddha Cuz he’s so full of grace sittin’ on my fuckin’ face
Cuz it’s a free trip to heaven, details inside Unzip my envy, swallow my pride Cuz I got compassion for the motherfuckin’ Passion But I ain’t goin’ up to heaven without my 7-11
Meet the 666 with my 30.06 And soon all his minions will be suckin’ our dicks Don’t make me laugh with that evil grin Because I’m Jesus, and I will win!
So let’s slice ‘em all to pieces in the name of Jesus So let’s slice ‘em all to pieces in the name of Jesus So let’s slice ‘em all to pieces in the name of Jesus So let’s slice ‘em all to pieces in the name of Jesus
Let’s slice, slice, slice, in the name of Jesus Let’s kill, kill, kill, in the name of Allah Let’s butcher, butcher, butcher, in the name of Mohammed Let’s kill, kill, kill, in the name of Yahweh
Free trip to heaven, details inside Then I stop (then he stops) then I turn (then he turns) then I go for a fuckin’ ride Just to get to the bottom just to see you ain’t got ‘em Just a big can of tanning for my heathen hide
So let’s slice up to pieces in the name of Jesus Love monkey shit, it’s like Rhesus feces And I don’t wanna know about the way that you go Or the blow that you toot, or the twinkie that you blow
Cuz he is the reason for the motherfuckin’ season Of suicide bombers and kids committing treason Jumpin’ outta windows, filled with just derision I just dropped out to see my condition
So let’s slice ‘em up to pieces in the name of Jesus Your city has been bomb-ed in the name of Mohammed So eat some fucking Gouda in the name of Buddha Cuz he’s so full of grace sittin’ on my face
Cuz it’s a free trip to heaven, details inside
Slice ‘em all to pieces in the name of Jesus Jesus fucking Christ!
Amen brothers and sisters! Can I get an amen?! Can I please get an amen?! Thank you, thank you very much
Rachael Ray, Go Away! Oh Rachael Ray!!!!!! Please go away!!!!! Even though you’re hot enough To turn Ann Coulter gay Please go away Oh Rachel Ray Please go away
Quickalicous is not a word (She’s
pretty hot though)
We Need A Hit I’m gettin’ tired of goin’ to work The pay sucks, my boss is a jerk The car’s broke and it’s all out of gas I think the underground can go kiss my ass We need a hit!
We’ll have the money and the industry clout All the brown M&M’s that Van Halen threw out Full sized sandwiches you don’t gotta fold Forget my soul, babe, it’s already sold We need a hit!
With a fuckin’ guitar solo, man! Cuz everybody knows that only the big hits have guitar solos And all the big fucking hits gotta have guitar solos That’s how you know we’re heavy business when we bring out our fucking hit single
And this is the part where we get just the left-hand side singin’ And then we’ll get just the right-hand side singin’ And then we’ll get just the girls And then maybe just the boys
I want the fortune baby, I want the fame I want the girls and I want the cocaine I wanna sell records in stupendous amounts I wanna party with the people who count We need a hit!
We need a fucking hit Oh my god we need a fucking hit I haven’t been laid in like three fucking weeks man Holy shit man My cocaine bill’s gonna come due any day man Here’s my limo |