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Today Was Gonna Suck
02:03
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I can tell from the second I woke up
That today was gonna suck
Woke up late today I knew it was gonna be rough
Went into the kitchen my dog was jerking off
All of my work clothes were scattered on the ground
Got rocked by my hamster with a cobra clutch
I can tell from the second I woke up
That today was gonna suck
Had to get myself to work no matter what the cost
Tried to gamble on a fart shit myself and lost
Slipped and fell in some dog shit all these kids they laughed
Police caught my dad sodomizing cats
I can tell from the second I woke up
That today was gonna suck
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2. |
Cereal All Day
02:54
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Hungover and tired I'm headed off to work
You just sit around and you eat cereal all day
Glaring at the TV with a dipshit smirk
You just sit around and you eat cereal all day
Cocoa puffs on your chest no milk in the fridge
You just sit around and you eat cereal all day
Lounging in your underpants the ones with the skids
You just sit around and you eat cereal all day
I bust my ass and have a salad for my lunch
You just sit around and you eat cereal all day
You harvest kidneys to buy more captain crunch
You just sit around and you eat cereal all day
Try to take a dump but you pissed all on the seat
You just sit around and you eat cereal all day
Spray you with Febreeze because I can smell your feet
You just sit around and you eat cereal all day
I'm scooping kitty litter we don't own a cat
You just sit around and you eat cereal all day
I poke you with a stick but you seem unphased
You just sit around and you eat cereal all day
And don't get me started on your porno sites
You just sit around and you eat cereal all day
The last jedi was better than the prequels
But Darth Maul was kinda cool
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3. |
Diabetles
02:15
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I got diabetles
You got diabetles
We all got diabetles
We’re all gonna die
Type one diabetles
Type two diabetles
I got sugar in my veins
And blood in my cheetos
Diabetles in my brain
Never try to fake it
It’s a family tradition
Who am I to break it?
Diabetles in my eyes
From staring at the sun
Gonna win the Nobel Prize
For diabetle fun
I got diabetles
From sharing needles
My dog got diabetles
My cat got diabetles
My friends all sharing needles
Poking out their eyes
Diabetle web md
Maybe I have cancer
Tumors in my hands and knees
What a diabetle bummer
I got diabetles
From sharing needles
What a diabetle bummer
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4. |
Our Friend Rob
02:16
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He tickles my Elmore scrapes gum off my shoe
He loans me his dildo sings me motley crue
Let's me smoke drugs naked in his pool
Gives me tender hugs says this song is cool
Hes my Best Friend
Hes Rob
Buys me a 40oz watch reruns of Alf
Throws me a party crash out on his couch
I'm just like Ernie he's just like Bert
Never says he pees always takes a squirt
Hes my Best Friend
Hes Rob
He is king of the desert
He’s the Wizard of the sea
He discovered New Zealand
In 1983
He’s the champion of the people
Slayed the dragon, saved the day
Keeps the world from spinning
Out into outer space.
He's just like rock candy
He's hard sweet and sticky
He's so fine and dandy
When he slips you a mickey
He's never late always here on time
If loving himself illegal
I'll commit that crime
If we’re feeling sad he turns our frowns upside down.
That’s what we like about Rob.
He’d never let a good friend down.
That’s what we like about Rob.
Rob
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5. |
Give Steve Metal
02:30
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There goes Steve in his cut off sleeves
Cauliflower ears and acid wash jeans
He looks 62 but he’s only 33
Thinks he’s James Hetfield but he’s more like Mr. Clean
Wants to ride the lightning but he smoked all his meth
He cheated on his girlfriend with big booted Beth
Says Death Magnetic is the best album yet
Give Steve metal or give Steve death
He thinks classy but he drinks Miller Lite
He’s with his girlfriend Gail and they are gonna have a fight
If you say Lars sucks hell punch out your lights
He’s got a boner and his pants are too tight
Wants to ride the lightning but he smoked all his meth
He cheated on his girlfriend with big booted Beth
Says Death Magnetic is the best album yet
Give Steve metal or give Steve death
I know in his basement he’s listening to Kiss
He hasn’t bathed in days, he smells like puke and piss
His mom burned the meatloaf, he can’t go on like this
She says you should be more like your brother Chris
Wants to ride the lightning but he smoked all his meth
He cheated on his girlfriend with big booted Beth
Says Death Magnetic is the best album yet
Give Steve metal or give Steve death
Throw up your horns for Avril Lavigne
Steve jerks to her picture with a tub of Vaseline
When Steve’s outta beer, he drinks Listerine
And when he runs outta lube, he uses gasoline
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6. |
Period Song
02:08
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Woke up this morning
Blood in my hair
Ruined my favorite
Pair of underwear
Darkness engulfs me
Satan is lord
I stared into the abyss
But I got a little bored
It's OK that you got your period
I didn't have a baby so I'm covered in blood
It's OK that you got your period
Just stay out of my way
Woke up this morning
Pain in my back
Pain in my stomach
My soul is black
Gotta kill the werewolf
That bit me last night
Watch out for bears
They can smell for miles
It's OK that you got your period
I didn't have a baby so I'm covered in blood
It's OK that you got your period
God why have you forsaken me
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Wake up cause I smell bacon don't you see my tail shaking
I play fetch and I play tug dry myself off on your rug
Take a bath when I am smelly on my back so rub my belly
See a stranger make them dead let me sleep with you in bed
Tongue my crotch lick my ass spend all day chasing cats
Hate to walk out in the rain they tell me I got no brains
That's ok I got real heart let them blame me for their farts
Scratch my ass I'll shake my leg give me some of your scrambled eggs
Knock at the door and I will bark lose my shit when you say park
Tongue my crotch lick my ass spend all day chasing cats
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8. |
Pube Song
03:10
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There’s a pube on the toilet seat
I know it ain’t mine
Cuz it’s straight and mine are curly
So I know you be lyn
Sucka please
Don’t try to play me a fool
Who did you have over last night?
That had straight pubs
No matter if I am up or if I’m down
Remove tufts of hair and sprinkle them around
There are pubes in the toaster
And I know they ain’t mine cuz they’re thick and super surly
Plus, I know I wouldn’t put them there
My toast is ruined
It smells like burnt hair
What have you been doing
With the rug downstairs
No matter if I am up or if im down
Remove tufts of hair and sprinkle them around
Do you smell that?
Pubes are on fire
No matter if I am up or if im down
Remove tufts of hair and sprinkle them around
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Scissor men cutting out all of existence
What the hell are we gonna do what the fuck can we do
Somebody get me a telephone were gonna need the doom patrol
Hope you punks are hungry cuz you're gonna eat my shit
This ain't no Bank heist ain't no criminal mastermind
Don't call superman not for regular superguys
What're you gonna do your toilets trying to kill you
Hope you punks are hungry cuz you're gonna eat my shit
The men from nowhere trying to burn the city down
We gotta save Flex we gotta save Danny
I'm gonna need you Rebis gonna need you Cliff and Jane
Hope you punks are hungry cuz you're gonna eat my shit
A painting ate Paris!
My socks stole my job!
My hard boiled eggs dried up the whole damn ocean
The Pentagon sells militant microwaves!?
Alien rodents with flamethrower
My cat slings dope
A world without quirks is a world without rebellion
It's just not feasible too damn predictable
So we have to band together that is our only hope
Hope you punks are hungry cuz you're gonna eat my shit
Here comes mr nobody on albert Hoffmann bicycle
He's acid tripping he's acid tripping
He can your tambourines going off inside his head
Hope you punks are hungry cuz you're gonna eat my shit
Dorothy spinners imaginary friends manifest reality
This dipshits got candles growing out of his goddamned head
Can't believe this it's the end of the world and I'm outta booze
Hope you punks are hungry cuz you're gonna eat my shit
A painting ate Paris!
My socks stole my job!
My hard boiled eggs dried up the whole damn ocean
The Pentagon sells militant microwaves!?
Alien rodents with flamethrower
My cat slings dope
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10. |
Finger On My Dingle
03:05
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I don’t have time today
Got a hemorrhoid the size of Bombay
I found out the hard way
They don’t make Preparation H for your face
I can’t come out today
I’ve got too many shits to take
You wanna do this the hard way
I got my finger on my dingle and I’m ready to go
Finger on my Dingle
I got my finger on my dingle
Finger on my Dingle
I got my finger on my dingle and I’m ready to go
Do you want sympathy
You won’t get no pity from me
I got places to go and people to see
I got to see a man about some dingleberries
I can’t come to work today
Got a dingleberry blocking the way
It’s eclipsed the sun, blocked the light of day
I got my finger on my dingle and I’m ready to go
Finger on my Dingle
I got my finger on my dingle
Finger on my Dingle
I got my finger on my dingle and I’m ready to go
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11. |
Intergalactic Addict
02:58
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Last night I scored some smack
With some aliens
We shit coke and horse
Straight into our veins
I smoke crack
I snort coke
I do drugs with aliens
After we finished all the blow
Me and ET ripped his bowl
We laughed at his finger glow
Slipped into my asshole
I did a beer bong
With my old pal Alf
Shit got weird though
Because he ate my cat
I smoke crack
I snort coke
I do drugs with aliens
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12. |
Sword of Kahless
02:46
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I know that Kor was there
But Worf was to blame
He could’ve saved the empire
Restored his family name
What is going on
What’s with the jealousy
What happened to the Worf we knew
In Star Trek TNG
Dax didn’t stop them
How is this OK
That’s a priceless artifact
Floating through outer space
Don’t give me all that bullshit
you weren’t meant to keep it
What fucking cop out
I don’t believe it
Why’d you do it Worf?
Why’d you space the bat’leth?
Why’d you do it Worf?
Why’d you space the bat’leth?
I see it when I close my eyes
I wake up in cold sweats at night
Lost in the Gamma Quadrant
I hear Kahless lament -
It belongs in a museum
Why’d you do it Worf?
Why’d you space the bat’leth?
Why’d you do it Worf?
Why’d you space the bat’leth?
Star Trek DS9 season 4 episode 8
Why’d you do it Worf?
Star Trek DS9 season 4 episode 8
Why’d you do it Worf?
It belongs in a museum
It belongs in a museum
That belongs in a museum
That belongs in a museum
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13. |
Agent J
01:51
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NYPD means I'll knock your punk ass down
Second set of eyelids can tell you're from out of town
Spouting off crazy shit say he'll be here soon
Tell you what when he gets here I'll bust his ass too
He chased down a cepalaphoid on foot
That's gotta count for something
That's gotta count for something
The world's about to end and I'm knee deep in it
The last suit I'll ever wear and my midget cricket
Back in my ford posted hit the red button
Deliver squid babies and acting like it's nothing
He chased down a cepalaphoid on foot
That's gotta count for something
That's gotta count for something
This here is the revenant
A second coming a new awakenin’
Not talking about Leo’s Oscar
Or a 6 degrees of Kevin bacon n shit
In the second act im not reflecting back
So moving forward, truth be foretold
Thoughts may be uncouth and forlorn
Too hard to keep steady as I go
Personalities switch back and forth
From the me you know to Edgar Allen Flow
So this is the Raven, The Tell Tale Heart
I was born on a dark plutonian shore
But nevermore will I hear nevermore
Forced to rise from what I had to forever endure
Looking forward to whatever’s in store
Like the construction of the 7-11 on 4th
I always knew like I was incomplete
Sinking deep and stumbling more
Searching for the beating under the floor
Like I’m looking for my lost love Lenore
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14. |
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Pac-man, Megaman, Mario Man
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Werewolf Pope Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Scifi meets punk meets nonsense.
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