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Man Chowder

 

The restaurant down the street has a special today

Oh, what the hell you donít even have to pay

The restaurant down the street is in my house

Down the hall and to the left on my living room couch

Take a left at the zipper and a right at my Hanes

Thatís where youíll find the soup of the day

 

Itís Man Chowder

It donít come from no can

Itís Man Chowder

And itís made by hand

Itís Man Chowder

And youíll like it a lot

Itís Man Chowder

It even beats smoking pot

 

The restaurant down the street is a hip place to go

Itís where the cool cats meet they donít get no cup of Joe

Thatís right no coffee, no tea, not even cream

But youíll get a creamy substance; at least thatís what it seems

 

You wonít find it at no fast food chain

But it really is a steal

Itís less than a dollar ninety nine

Itís the happiest of meals

You can have your Man Chowder many ways

You can have Man Chowder pie

If you donít like the Man Chowder

Try the Cream of Sumyoungi

And once youíre finally finished

You will smile not frown

Because it doesnít wiggle half the way

But all the way down

Thereís only one rule

Itís not written in pen

It really is quite simple though

What is it?

No Men

 

Burn in Hell

 

Sometimes I dream

Youíre swimming in shit

Sucking off the government tit

Your preppy friends

Canít help you

Even if you scream or yell

You kinda hate it

 

And I hope you burn in hell

And I hope you sizzle well

Right in the center of hell

Thatís right, bitch

Right in the center of hell

 

Remember the time in the sixth grade when

I dyed my hair with pink lemonade and

You gave me shit but I just shrugged and said ĎOh wellí

But deep inside I thought

 

I hope you burn in hell

And I hope you sizzle well

Right in the center of hell

Thatís right, bitch

Right in the center of hell

 

I pierced my face with safety pins

You always said Iíd never make it to the menís

I shrugged it off

And I settled down

Deep down inside I thought

 

I hope you burn in hell

And I hope you sizzle well

Right in the center of hell

Thatís right, bitch

Right in the center of hell

 

I took your girlfriend away from you

All you wanted was a cheap screw

I shrugged it off, and I said ĎOh wellí

But deep inside I thought

 

I hope you burn in hell

And I hope you sizzle well

Right in the center of hell

Thatís right, bitch

Right in the center of hell

 

Gumshoo

 

Woman

How come you treat me so bad

I said ĎWomaní

How come you treat me so bad

 

Well I go outside and youíre never there

And I just wanted to see you

And I get sick of playing guitar

So I stick my dick in a big bowl of jelly

 

Woman

How come you treat me so bad

I said ĎBitchí

How come you treat me so bad

 

Well I stay inside and you never listen

You never even hold it when Iím pissin

And I get sick of playing guitar

So I stick my dick in a big bowl of jelly

 

Shit

 

Shhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiitttttttttt

James Monroe, Jimmy Carter

James Monroe, Jimmy Carter

James Monroe, Jimmy Carter

Dead Presidents

 

Have an Almond-ň

 

I love your big bright head

I love your big bright head

I love your big bright head

I love your big bright head

 

(Look, we know theyíre not that in depth, but damn, youíre here on your own volition, ass hole.)

 

Upward Scale

 

How do you like me now, motherfucker

How do you like me now

The kids are in the sand pile

The parents keep the cherry

Nothing really matters in this land of hopeless thought

They wanted strings and ceiling wax

But thatís not what they got

 

Theyíre falling through the shit

The shit is on the floor they wanted part of it

But we never tasted more

 

Weíre drinking ourselves down

Down an upward scale

Weíre drinking ourselves down

Down an upward scale

Weíre drinking ourselves down

Down an upward scale

Weíre drinking ourselves down

How do you like me now?

 

How do you like me now, motherfucker

How do you like me now?

The cherry leaves just drop

And they never have consent

These sunken jelly lamps

That are drifting through our dreams

Iíve played with Eric Clapton

But Iíve never played with cream

 

Things will be Alright

 

I hate all you people

And I donít know why

And I donít like it when the gumdrops

Fall from the sky

 

I wanna lay down in the shade

But itís just to cold outside

So settle down

And smoke a joint

And Things will be Alright

 

March of the Phirbeez

 

Some were gray

Some were white

Some were black

As black as night

Some had tails

And some had manes

But no two phirbeez were the same

Tigger Electronics released some little toys

The Toys were called Phirbeez

The Phirbeez made noise

Little children liked to play with them

They liked to braid the hair

Big children liked to play with them

They taught them how to swear

 

Beware of the Phirbeez

The Phirbeez will kill you

Beware of the Phirbeez

The Phirbeez will kill you

Beware of the Phirbeez

The Phirbeez will kill you

Beware of the Phirbeez

The Phirbeez will kill you

 

If you put two Phirbeez together

They teach each other games

They can be trained to fight each other

Or call each other names

Some hackers on the Internet

Violated their fun

They hacked into the Phirbee mainframe

And taught the Phirbeez

To shoot a gun

 

Kids went to the store

To buy their damn toys

They figured

Hey these here Phirbeez

Will give us some joys

Well, the Phirbeez

The Phirbeez shot the children and yeah

It was kinda like that movie ĎChildís Playí

From hell

 

The Dreams of J.B. Skilles and the Modifier

 

Gumdrops

Falling from the ceiling

You open your mouth to catch one

But it falls right through you

You look down to see where it went

But youíre standing on a cloud

Ants are underneath you

You smash the ants

You smash the fucking ants

With a magnifying glass

Because you want them to burn

 

Heroin

Shoot it Sniff it Snort it

Heroin

Running out if veins

Heroin

Get it anyway you can

Heroin

It takes away your pain

 

Mermaids in the middle of the ocean

Trying to get a piece of what they canít get

You donít wanna know what theyíre doing

Why theyíre doing it down there

And you donít wanna know quite yet

 

The Augmentation of Satan

 

Bats, Bats everywhere

Bats, flying at your head

Bats, Bats everywhere

Bats, flying at your head

People crying

Children screaming

Everywhere the natives seeing

Bats

 

Dr. Funk

 

My name is Dr. Funk

And Iím the cream of the crop

My mojoís always working

And Iím on top

 

You can be in my choir

You can be in my band

Because I can do it all

With just one hand

 

The chickies always take another look

When they look at me

In the field of groove

Is where I got my Ph D

Iím the damn coolest guy

That youíll probably ever see

Itís me who all the girlies wanna love

And all the guys would love to be

 

Now you can call me Dr. Funk

Or you can call me funky Doctor

Receiving all the lovin

Well for me it is no shocker

Iíve got so much style

Iíve got so much class

That when the girls walk by

They canít help but grab my ass

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