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Boil The Rich
01:46
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Heres a story ‘bout the lobster masses
And how they overthrew the upper-classes
With their crackers, they cracked their claws.
The lobsters came back and cracker their jaws.
In the ocean, you take care of each other
But up on land, they want to smother you with butter
And since a bourgeois is what you’re not,
They boil some water, and throw you in the pot.
Six legs, two stalks for eyes
It’s about time that the lobsters rise
A floppy tail, and claws that pinch,
I think we should boil the rich.
The proletariate has got frustrations
I think the boss needs to meet these crustaceans
The means of production are within our reach
With our meaty claws, we storm the beach.
The revolution has just begun
So here’s a warning to people in New England
If you try an fight us, it’s gunna be bad,
So join your lobster comrades.
Six legs, two stalks for eyes
It’s about time that the lobsters rise
A floppy tail, and claws that pinch,
I think we should boil the rich.
One for all, all for each-other
After the revolution the streets will run with butter.
One for all, all for each-other
After the revolution the streets will run with butter.
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And the pickles that I put on my sandwich
They’re the same pickles that I pick from the jar
They can be salty or sweet, or those gherkin petites
On your sandwich, the pickle’s the star.
A thousand types of pickles, I’m wishing
My favorite thing that’s in a jar, that’s in the kitchen
If you’re making a sandwich man, I hope that you stop,
If you forget to slice a pickle, and put it on top.
Well that sandwich that’s called Cubano,
As far as I know, without a pickle,
It’s a plain ol’ boring ham.
And after you go to a jewish deli,
You best believe your breath should be smelly,
If they don’t give you pickles, that whole places’ a sham.
A thousand types of pickles, that I’m wishing
My favorite thing that’s in a jar, that’s in the kitchen
If you’re making a sandwich man, I hope that you stop,
If you forget to slice a pickles, and put it on top.
Well there’s no justifying, you can even deep fry ‘em.
They come in chips, come in half, spears, or wholes.
There’s no need to be fickle, it’s not just cucumbers you pickle
And vegetable you can think of can be pickled for sure.
A thousand types of pickles, that I’m wishing
My favorite thing that’s in a jar, that’s in the kitchen
If you’re making a sandwich man, hold that thought and just stop,
If you forget to slice a pickles, and put it on top.
Their flavor’s the greatest, I mean we know that after all.
He turned himself into a pickle, the funniest shit I ever saw.
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Don’t pass go
Don’t collect 200 dollars
Baltic Avenue,
I own the railroads, I own the railroads
Choo Choo Motherfucker
Community Chest,
Money in the middle
I think my brother stole from the bank
Roll doubles, get out of jail
Roll doubles, get out of jail
Second place in a beauty pageant
Take ten dollars from the player to your right
Luxury Tax next to Boardwalk
75 Dollars, or 10% of what you own
Roll doubles, get out of jail
Roll doubles, get out of jail
When no one’s looking, I steal from the bank
Flip the board if I’m about to lose
The metal thimble is my choice,
But if you take that piece, I’m cool with the battleship
I got a hotel on Boardwalk, got a hotel on Boardwalk
Gimme all the money you got
I got a hotel on Boardwalk and Park Place
Gimme all the Money you got.
Roll doubles and get out of jail
Roll doubles and get out of jail
Shut up Brian, I can collect rent in jail
Roll doubles and get out of jail.
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4. |
The Serial Killer Life
01:05
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“He likes to eat people, she just liked killing.
Two serial killers about to find out that sharing
a small New York City apartment, can feel like murder”
They gotta share an apartment,
Gotta work 9-5
They’re both hoping that their victims don’t wind up alive.
They had childhood trauma that caused psychological disorders
(But they don’t deal with it)
Chased by the law, you know that’s true
The real drama starts when the rent is due.
One does the dishes, one takes out the trash,
They both kill their victims and manically laugh.
Two serial killers.
Living in New York City.
Drama at work.
Buying rope.
Going to Parties,
can I borrow your knife?
They both kill people, one eats the people,
That’s kinda fucked up if you think about it;
Life of two serial killers.
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(Lunch on the table, a baritone with phaser)
My day is bad
This the the worst day yet
I took a step outside
And my socks are sopping wet
Cause it’s raining, it’s pouring
The old man, is snoring
My wish for dry socks
I think god keeps ignoring
I did not ask for this to happen to me
Take a look at my tube socks, they’re as moist as can be
Soggy Soggy Soggy Soggy Soggy Kinda Socks
Soggy Soggy Soggy Soggy Soggy Kinda Socks
Soggy Soggy Soggy Soggy Soggy Kinda Socks
Soggy Soggy Soggy Soggy Socks upon my feet
Why are my socks wet?
I don’t think my feet sweat.
Look inside my chucks, It’s like a towelette
Used to be the bone dry champ,
Tell me why my feet damp,
Need a way to dry these socks, bitch I need a heat lamp.
I did not ask for this to happen to me
God musta cried on my shoes, my socks as wet as can be.
Soggy Soggy Soggy Soggy Soggy Kinda Socks
Soggy Soggy Soggy Soggy Soggy Kinda Socks
Soggy Soggy Soggy Soggy Soggy Kinda Socks
Soggy Soggy Soggy Soggy Socks upon my feet,
They’re sopping wet.
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6. |
Mouse In Da House
02:06
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Hear me roar, you fucking with the lion king.
Don’t ignore the joy that Disney films bring.
Minnie Mouse, I swear she is my whole world.
Make like Sebastian, and kiss the girl.
I got, stacks fatter than Scrooge McDuck
Ratatouille is my rat on some Wolfgang Puck
She got, seven dwarfs but they don’t fuck,
But I’ll shoot in your mother, that’s some Bambi luck.
I don’t give a hyuck if you don’t like these movies.
You not into Disney you must be fucking goofy.
If I said that I didn’t, you would see my nose grow,
Cause I’m hard like Pinocchio and hung like Dumbo.
Saturday morning, cross legged on the couch
Watching Disney shows with Mickey and Minnie Mouse
In our house, these Disney films what we all about
Honey I shrunk these kids, I shoot em into your mouth.
Like I put my friends in you, you got a friend in me.
Honey get you wetter than under the sea.
Cause I’m the kind of fella to get you hella jealous and hella wetter
Let me slip in her, call her Cinderella.
She’s my queen of hearts, and I’m her pawn
Shorty got me trippin’ like it’s some Fantasia that I’m on
But she cold stunning, like cool runnings yelling “Ya Mon”
But she got that flounder smell, call it Les Poisson.
Magic weenie
Like I’m Genie
Cheshire Cat, She can’t see me.
She’s my lady, I’m her tramp.
Got a cave of wonders, she rubs my lamp.
Once you get her damp, you just can’t stop her.
I’m the crown of her collection, she loves my dinglehopper.
I’ma try to cop her, and make her my wife.
Give her a heimlich with my fat caterpillar, that’s a bug’s life.
You into thug life? Bitch I got the remedy.
Try chillin out like Balou and those bear necessities.
You stressing out, looking for power like you’re Jafar,
When will my reflection show what a bitch you are.
Try to clap back? I leave you hunchback, fam please.
This is like a sweet aristocat stepping against Hercules.
Like Mufasa in a stampede, you can’t hang.
Give you a whole new world with my Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
So zippity do da, you zippity bitch.
Why don’t you supercalafragalistically suck my dick.
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7. |
The Taxman Cometh
01:52
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Oh, the taxman is coming
And an audit is in store
Tape your W9 to the fridge,
Nail your papers to the door.
Tax seasons’ coming,
And god himself can’t stop it.
That Taxman rounds the corner,
To put his hands in your pocket.
Write it down, write it off.
The Taxman reads, and the taxman scoffs
State your deductions or you gotta pay.
God gives, the Taxman taketh away.
Death or taxes, I don’t know who said it.
I got insurance, can I get a credit?
Do I have to pay with my first born.
I was doing just fine, without that 1099.
Write it down, write it off.
The taxman reads, and the Taxman scoffs
He alone determines what you will pay
Well God giveth, the Taxman taketh away.
God giveth, the Taxman taketh away.
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“Jah bring that spice”
I go to Mexican food when I am able
I expect salsa sitting on the table.
I don’t care about the restaurant, don’t matter.
I just hope the menu has Carne Asada.
Agua fresca’s what I like to drink,
And black bean soup is why I stink.
Chipotle is only for cheaters,
When I see the waiter, I order the fajitas.
I don’t care where you come from,
I don’t care where you will be.
If there’s one thing Jah can all agree,
Salsa and chips should be free.
Salsa and chips should be free.
Salsa and chips should be free.
Do I want the burrito, or enchilada? I can’t pick.
But you better make it spicy, I ain’t no gringo bitch.
I and I don’t care where you come from,
I don’t care where you will be.
People all over the world agree,
Chips and salsa should be free.
Salsa and chips should be free.
Salsa and chips should be free.
I was staying in Iowa, went to dinner, I had a shock. (Des Moines, Iowa)
Sure the food was bland as hell, but the through in some free guac.
Salsa and chips should be free.
Salsa and chips should be free.
Salsa and chips should be free.
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Well it’s early Monday morning when I creep onto your street.
I got a garbage truck, and some trash it needs to eat.
Yes, I know you’re trying to sleep.
I’m trying to keep your backstreet clean.
I’m a dirty garbage man, if you know just what I mean.
Recycling in that yellow bin, the trash goes in the blue.
I’m a dirty garbage man, you know what I wanna do.
Beep, beep when I back up. Got a trashcan? Can’t get enough
Garbage man knows how to do it good, I serve the entire neighborhood.
Sweep, sweep on the sidewalk. Go to town hall, if you wanna talk.
Trashman with the overalls, and overall a trash overhaul.
Nobody wants a garbageman, I know just want you think.
But I can do you dirty, and baby don’t mind your stink.
The world don’t deserve us, I got backdoor service.
I’m a garbage man, better understand, got a real big truck,
Honey clean those cans.
Who can? The garbage man, and if you don’t like it, that’s a garbage plan.
I see you honey, and I don’t like her. That bitch don’t even recycle.
The yellow cans on a Monday, Tuesday’s the blue.
I’m a dirty garbage man, and I know just what to do.
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10. |
Plundering Uranus
01:41
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Outer SpaAaAaAcCcCeEeEe
We put our spacesuits on, and eyepatch on our face.
A hunting for galactic whales, up in outer space.
We left the seven seas, for a new career,
We’re flying past Neptune with Uranus at our rear.
O’ boys the space whales come, grab your space harpoons.
Planet ho is what we’ll yell, when we see the moon.
Power thrust past Jupiter to get us to our place.
We’re rippin’ roarin’ astronauts a fishing up in space.
A life in the milky way it can be quite dumb
When we port in Venus, we pick up that space rum.
With Galaxies between us, at the whales shoot our ray guns.
It’s a hard life hunting whales in space, but lord knows it is fun.
O’ boys the space whales come, grab your space harpoons.
Planet ho is what we’ll yell, when we see the moon.
Power thrust past Jupiter to get us to our place.
We’re rippin’ roarin’ astronauts a fishing up in space.
We’re rippin’ roarin’ astronauts a fishing up in space.
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11. |
The Man Who Loved Me
02:25
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He’s cold and no one can understand
No woman can reach him, he needs a man.
Power and strength as you can see.
Except against the man who loved me.
Nothing in this world can make him stop.
He doesn’t know if he’s a bottom or a top.
He’s underneath and he’s above.
Except against the man, that he loves.
He’s got the strength to never stop it.
He’ll come after you like he came out of the closet,
except against the man that he loves.
But love is just another smoking gun.
His parents still don’t know but he doesn’t care
Trying to find out if he’s an otter or a bear.
He just won’t sweep it under the rug.
He just wants to top the man he loves.
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12. |
Fat Catz
01:32
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I’ve got a kitty and boy that pussys’ swell.
But my little kitty, he is fat as hell.
I give him whatever her wants to eat
Give him all his favorite treats.
That’s why my cats’ got diabetes.
The vet said put him on a diet
But that big ol’ choker started to riot
Tried to regulate the food in my place,
That pussy he scratched my face.
He’s a fat happy cat
But still he’s got diabetes.
When that fat cat is eating, he is overjoyed
Tried to make him exercise, and play with his toys.
But that fat boy just lays in the sunspot on the carpet.
Not my fault he’s fat and needy,
When it comes to eating, boy he’s greedy.
That’s why my big cats got diabetes.
He’s a big boy.
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13. |
Pepto-Bismal Blues
02:07
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I live alone, so I eat what I please
I opened up the fridge to some week old Mac n’ Cheese
I took a smell, and it made my nostril’s sting,
But I said ‘fuck it’ and I ate the whole thing.
Now my tummy it is rumbling
And I got some gas that’s thundering
My whole abdomen really seems to hurt
Now Im puking up my guts
Cause I ate some spoiled stuff
On the toilet with a bad case of Hershey Squirts.
Now I’m moaning, and I’m groaning as you could tell.
It’s gunna take more than a lit match to cover up that smell.
Neurovirus, well it now has control.
I got molten lava coming out of both my holes.
Now my tummy it is rumbling
And I got some gas that’s thundering
My whole abdomen really fucking hurts
Now Im puking up my guts
Cause I ate some spoiled stuff
On the toilet with a bad case of Hershey Squirts.
Cause I ate some spoiled stuff
On the toilet with a bad case of Hershey Squirts.
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14. |
Femme Tetard Brulé
01:52
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And though the sidewalks turned and tumbled inside her eyes.
Oh with tangle vine hair, and blood red lips,
she walked the chalk fields calloused.
And with a sizzle snap, she would break her back
on the foreheads of lovers from yesteryear.
Unbeknownst to us all, she had nailed her life to a tire swing in her grandfathers backyard.
A buttered tadpole of a woman.
She had bottles not bibles in her top dresser drawer.
And the worms they are waiting, and the priests words can’t stop it.
And with cement feet her eyes are as hot as her hands in his pockets.
And she casts her eyes at skies of bleached blue and grounds of bitch black.
A stack of love letters and pile of prescriptions in an old kettle pot.
The Chesterfield drawer she stuffer her secrets to the brim.
Wondering when will he be back? When will he be back?
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15. |
Crustacean Frustration
01:55
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Under rocks I hide,
Only move side to side
You can find me going on the beach, yeah.
Even though being a crab,
Objectively is not that bad.
I’d rather live upon the land, yeah.
A crab in a crabby shell, overall it feels like hell.
I’d rather have ten legs upon the ground.
I’m just a crab in the suburbs.
Just a crab in the suburbs.
I’m softer than I seem,
Though my shell’s made of keratin.
These claws for pinching they would rather hug, not attack.
I’m a nautical decapod, but what I really wants a job,
And a two bedroom on a boring Cul de’ Sac
A crab in a crabby shell, overall it feels like hell.
I’d rather have ten legs upon the ground.
I’m just a crab in the suburbs.
Just a crab in the suburbs.
I’m just a crab in the suburbs.
Just a crab in the suburbs.
A crab in a crabby shell, overall it feels like he
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16. |
OnlyFins.Com
01:32
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Well I’m just a fish
I was swimming in the sea
No money, that’s how this story begins.
I was too embarrassed to move back in with my rents.
Got a new account on OnlyFins
Now sharing pictures of my gills.
Making money with my body is my job.
And when they see the way, that this fishy shakes its tail.
All the fishies always shout out ‘Oh My Cod’
They slide into my DMs
Ask me what I’m about.
Ask me if I’m willing just to film some fin to mouth.
They’re always trying to get pictures of what’s beneath,
They know I’m the kinkiest fish upon the reef.
I know this Moray eel, he tried to cope a feel,
I said you best have some shells to spend.
I offered him a picture of this cloaca I got
The neckbeard thought that we were really friends.
Now sharing pictures of my gills.
Making money with my body is my job.
And when they see the way, that this fishy shakes its tail.
All the fishies always shout out ‘Oh My Cod’
Now sharing pictures of my gills.
Making money with my body is my job.
And if you are horny and you live under the sea
Follow my account at onlyfins.com
And if you are horny and you got some dough to spend.
Follow my account at onlyfins.com
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