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Porta Potty Space Jam
04:00
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Out in space with me and my amigos
We just ate some quantum burritos
On the lookout for super massive blackholes
Where we’re going we don’t need bowls
I long for a space where I know I can be free
Way up above me, higher than the trees
A space so loud and quiet not a force could disrupt
The perfect place for my big behind to sit
This earthly pressure has gotten so damn old
People started to say my shits are something to behold
I get so anxious that I just can’t stand it
Outer space where I can easily take my shit
One time
A black hole came to life
It asked me to explain time
And I was poopin
Imagine if
The universe gave you a gift
And it was a fundamental shift
In your poopin
Out in space with me and my amigos
We just ate some quantum burritos
On the lookout for super massive blackholes
Where we’re going we don’t need bowls
It’s kind of like
Blotting out the stars at night
The absence of light
While you’re poopin
Imagine this
You’re gravity’s bitch
Spacetime throws a fit
When you’re poopin
I long for the day when we live on top the moon
My paradise, this outer space gloomy doom
Porta potty space jam wonder to behold
A magical place for my bowels to unfold
No longer scared of my mexican food delight
No longer feelings my bowels have to fight
A freedom so pure, happy and new
In outer space is where I’ll complete all my poos
This bubble gut has got me
It’s got me on the run
We’re gonna space it
Right into the sun
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2. |
Aliens Got My Head
03:35
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I see a blue light just above my head
Circling around me now I am filled with dread
Blinding light flashes burning out my eyes
A voice whispers to me, says it’s party time
I've got a small problem
It's called, I'm dead
I'm missing something small
It's called I got no head
Aliens got me in a Cadillac and I don't know if I'm coming back 'cause
I've got no problems.
It's called, I'm dead
The tall grays have taken my face
I don’t ever wanna leave this place
I’m ripping through space with my new friends
You can’t get hangovers when ya got no head
They just gave me a cosmic motorbike
Because I flung my shit at David Icke
I’m just so happy that I made the cut
You can take my head just don’t touch my butt
One thing that I miss is my party hat
Since I can’t eat I can’t get fat
I've got a small problem
It's called, I'm dead
I'm missing something small
It's called I got no head
Aliens got me in a Cadillac and I don't know if I'm coming back 'cause
I've got no problems.
It's called, I'm dead
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3. |
You Can Call Me Jesus
03:28
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You can call me Jesus if you want
You can say I suck the Devil's cock and like it if you want
And I would understand
I would understand
I could make you eat grass, but I’m rad
I could make you sniff farts but I’m not my dad
Well of course I could make sure that your team wins
But I’ll tell ya son, where I come from, that’s a goddamn sin
I’m so dope ya better call the pope, ‘cause I’m hell on wheels
Make ya do if I want ya to, could make ya wrestle seals
Water to wine but I’m doing fine, so I’ll leave you alone
In no time I could control your mind, Just to let you know
You can call me Jesus if you want
You can say I suck the Devil's cock and like it if you want
And I would understand
I would understand
It’s none of my business what you think of me
You could say I’m your savior or a big fat dingleberry
I am not defined by what you are not
Just don’t go blowing up my spot
I could make you eat grass, but I’m rad
I could make you sniff farts but I’m not my dad
Well of course I could make sure that your team wins
But I’ll tell ya son, where I come from, that’s a goddamn sin
You can call me Jesus if you want
You can say I suck the Devil's cock and like it if you want
And I would understand
I would understand
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4. |
RD 5am Blues
03:01
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Day by day I see you watch my steps
Waiting for that trip to release that breath
Choking on that righteous title you own
Aiming your gun at me to be your next
Slipping my hands outta the knot you tied
Releasing myself from these tireless lies
I’m no longer a puppet you cut my strings
No longer calling you master, I now defy
You fed my dreams but now they’re screams and I cannot escape
My RD title stripped from me this test I cannot take
You fed my dreams but now they’re screams and I cannot escape
My RD title stripped from me this test I cannot take
Your bombs go off inside my fucking mind
I dodged and covered but I’ll no longer hide
You better move or you’ll get beat down
I was playing nice but now welcome to the pound
Third time’s a charm but that’s not how it works for you
Gave two years of my life but it’s not enough for you
Lost my sanity there’s nothing left I can do
So I’ll go all out, nothing left for me to lose
So I’ll watch this die, you can go fuck yourself
I won’t take no more of your goddamn help
Inman’s a cunt and she can suck a dick
I’ll prove you all wrong - you won’t watch me sink
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5. |
Cheese Hole
05:40
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Will you please? Grill me a cheese?
I’ll see you in hell if we’re out of moz uh rell
Slice up tomatoes
Cook up some bacon
I’m in the kitchen
You know what I’m makin
Cut up some peppers
Toss in some mushrooms
The sky outside
It spells my doom
Butter me up
Toast my soul
Stick grilled cheese, in my hole
Both my sides
Golden brown
Chew me up
Swallow me down
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6. |
Doomba the Roomba
04:05
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All dust bunnies be afraid
At my feet your children will lay
Beware, it’s Doomba, the deathbringer roomba
Cleaning spills to get my fill
There’s no mess that I can’t kill
Beware, it’s Doomba, the deathbringer roomba
I will bring the pain
To any stain
All across this carpet
They will know my name
Power me up
All systems go
I’ll battle through deep shag
Or on the vinyl floor
All hail the Doomba
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7. |
Make It So
02:28
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Engage.
Let me tell you about Jean Luc
He plays a real mean Ressikan flute
He’s really into rocks
He likes Earl Gray, hot
Don’t worry he’ll save the day
Unless you’re Yar
But Worf is better, anyway
The holodeck’s warmed up, ready to go,
He’s got Shakespeare, Robin hood, Sherlock Holmes,
Public domain is dope
We’ll take this party to the neutral zone
Piccard Day every day,
He wants you to know
He’s actually French
Not British
Tamack … the river Tamack! In winter.
Make it so, let’s go
Make it so, let’s go
Make it so, let’s go
There are four lights!
There are four lights!
He’s got it
That special something makes a captain swing
The Piccard Maneuver, if you know what I mean.
Q’s defying causality
While Picard tugs on his shirt to get comfy
Space,
the final frontier
Troi on his left, Number one on his right
He’s not gonna back down from a fight
Locutus of Borg said resistance is futile
But giving up isn’t in Jean Luc’s lifestyle
Quote Hamlet and lay the smackdown
Star date, six two seven four one
We found a chip to make Data make a poopy
*boop* Troi, bring your polygon cleavage to the bridge.
Make it so, let’s go
Make it so, let’s go
Make it so, let’s go
There are four lights!
There are four lights!
He’s got it
That special something makes a captain swing
The Piccard Maneuver, if you know what I mean.
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8. |
Fuck You!
03:22
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Leave me alone why don’t you mind your own business
Talk down to me I say what the fuck is it
You say it’s luck and I say fuck you
I got here on my own
Take a step back and look in my eyes
And you’ll see it’s not hard to find
That you’re a lying piece of shit
And you can go fuck off
Like my father used to say,
The problem can't be me,
So the problem must be you.
It keeps playing on in my head
It keeps playing over and over and
You’re destroying every inch of my being
It keeps playing over and over and
Your attitude put it back where you found it
You’ve lost touch and I’m dumbfounded
Take a step back and look in my eyes
And you’ll see it’s not hard to find
That you’re a lying piece of shit
And you can go fuck off
Like my father used to say,
The problem can't be me,
So the problem must be you.
Yeah I got problems but they’re not yours to solve
Leave me alone don’t try to make me devolve
Take a step back and look in my eyes
And you’ll see it’s not hard to find
That you’re a lying piece of shit
And you can go fuck off
Like my father used to say,
The problem can't be me,
So the problem must be you.
Across a river of piss hauling a can of shit
Nothing I can do
Like my father used to say,
The problem can't be me,
So the problem must be you.
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9. |
Milk
02:46
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last time i was talkin rebirth
that shits over now
afraid to jump in feet first
couldn't let go of what holds me down
but like young m.a.
i been thinking lately
i been contemplating
dangerous place im placed in
facing my own demons
caged in the case they are encased in
If you got cash you can ride my mustache
Just take my hand, follow me to the back
I’ll also accept gift cards to the outback
Come grab your drink, follow me to the back
at 6'2" im forever smaller than the 5'9"
this isn't a success story
this isn't tabernacle
no glory to profess for me
i'm just another fattened asshole
misery loves company?
the fuck i do.
a self fulfilling redundancy
alone without much ado
so if i didn't give a fuck yesterday
what're the odds on tomorrow?
well if this ain't new, old or blue
then i guess my time is borrowed
If you got cash you can ride my mustache
Just take my hand, follow me to the back
I’ll also accept gift cards to the outback
Come grab your drink, follow me to the back
even my dreams are mild nightmares
so i'm not afraid of death
it has a way to make the scenes vary
life takes you to a greater depth
so fuck death, its life that seems scary
they pushed way too far down
the fool in me that was fuelin me
i ain't even dropping bars now
i'm just writing down my own eulogy
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10. |
It's Not a Cult, Mom!
04:55
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Hello, and welcome to ascension night
Begin by choosing a full moon partner
Then strip down until you are fully nude
Next, lather yourself with the condiments
Old Jim Jones with the Kool Aid in his bones
Don’t you cast no stones at the Werewolf Pope
L’Ron Hubbard put your heart in the cupboard
I’m saving myself for the Werewolf Pope
Tea and Doe, well they already know,
They’re riding through space with the Werewolf Pope
Even Jesus says that he believes us
He’s banding his drum for the Werewolf Pope
Now we will go over to our neighbors
Whilst they sleep, fill all their shoes with sugar
Shave all the body hair on your left side
Take one bite out of every snack they have
Old Jim Jones with the Kool Aid in his bones
Don’t you cast no stones at the Werewolf Pope
L’Ron Hubbard put your heart in the cupboard
I’m saving myself for the Werewolf Pope
Tea and Doe, well they already know,
They’re riding through space with the Werewolf Pope
Even Jesus says that he believes us
He’s banding his drum for the Werewolf Pope
We must make the nachos extra spicy
We must make the nachos extra cheesy
We must make the nachos extra beefy
We must make Him more of the nachos
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