1. |
Spooko Uno
06:10
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? ? ?
It is a mystery!
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2. |
Pizza Party
04:36
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This has been the best birthday party of my life
This has been the best party of my life
You got me a white suit
And it was just right
My birthday was the twenty-third birthday of my life
My birthday was the twenty-third birthday of my life
I could never made it, oh, I'm the maiden of the twenty-third in twenty years
Of the twenty-first century
There's a party going on at my house (pizza party)
And everybody's invited (pizza party)
There's a party going on at my house (pizza party)
And it's very scary
OH YEAH!!
And my best friend's alright
They're bringing drinks of every kind
There's lemonade and orange juice, but also beer
He wants to drink himself until he's not there
There is a pizza party going on at my house (pizza party)
There is a party, everyone's invited (pizza party)
There is a party and it's happening at my house (pizza party)
And there's a party and everyone's invited
[Gibberish]
Oh yeah
One more second and we'll quiet it all down
(Drop out, tell Ciarán he needs to drop out, drop out)
Oh here it comes, moshambo on drums
[Chorus]
And that man from the bugle showed up to play a keyboard solo
On the drums
There he goes
(Shut uuuup)
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3. |
Yeah Baby
01:58
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[C-Doo]
I'm a spry 113, a super centenarian
Painting the town, putting hoodlums down
Fighting crime, on my time, 'cause that rhymes
The police are useless in a city like this
Where only the old can snuff out the bold
I'm brash and brazen for an older guy but I gots new hips to support my thighs
I'm outta here
[D-Bop]
I'm a hoodlum from the block and I rock a sock
And I speak a lot of slang while I take a drag
And that super centenarian is fucking with my work
All in all, he's a total jerk...k-k...k-k
Now that I've dissed you, it's time for me to fist you
If I could only reach you, then I'd surely teach you
And then I'll beat you, and then I'll retreat to
HQ
[C-Doo]
I'm real good-looking, and seeing me messing with your women folk
You best don't try nothing no how
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4. |
Wine Country
04:28
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[No discernible lyrics]
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5. |
Bone Man
03:32
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Lock up your doors
Lock up your windows
Board up your windows
'Cause locking them's no good
Here he comes
Running down the alley
Did he trip? No, he didn't
It's just my bad eyesight
(He's the bone man)
Find a basement
In your house
If you don't a basement
Get out
Unlock your windows
Unlock your doors
Why'd I say that?
Don't know
Find a crucifix
Get your Jesus
Jesus ain't on your side
Jesus is dead
Oh my God
Is what you say
When you see the bone man
And his eyes coming your way
He's coming to get you! (My bones are on the outside of my SKIIIIIIIN)
He's coming to get you!
He's coming to get you!
He's coming to get you!
He's coming to get you! (My bones are on the outside of my SKIIIIIIIN)
He's coming to get you!
He's coming to get you!
He's coming to get you!
If you see the silhouette of the treeline in the distance, fuck
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6. |
The Creek
06:26
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[Part I: Courtaud (1450)]
Are you going to the creek?
We're gonna slit somebody's neck
After that, party at JB's
I hope somebody gets into a car wreck
And we'll torrent a film
But we'll throw coins at the cast
I was at the protest
You were there with a gun sticking out of your chest
And I can feel the rage
Like N-N-Nicolas Cage
(YEAH)
GUN IN YOUR NECK G-G-G-GUN IN YOUR NECK x 3000
Ah, you're already dead
[Part II: Festival of Reason (1793)]
The future is so sure
And I know what I want to be
I really endure
What i can, I crawl right through
I was fucking every day
My mind is so young and had enough
Everything is better when you're a baby, yeah
Everything is baby,
Yeah ee yeah ee yeah ee yeah ee yeah
All I have to do is show up every day
I can take weekends to myself
Yesterday was a good one
No seriously
I sat down beside a coke monkey
On the bus
At 7:30 (A.M.)
GUN IN YOUR NECK G-G-GUN IN YOUR NECK
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7. |
Southern Carolina
08:38
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[D-Bop]
She left this morning, she didn't leave a mess
She left this morning, she didn't leave a mess
She left this morning, she didn't leave a mess
(Fart noises)
She left this morning, she didn't leave a mess
She left this morning, she didn't leave a mess
She left this morning, she didn't need a plan
She left this morning, she didn't leave a message
I left this morning, she didn't leave a message
She left this morning, she didn't leave a message
She left me for some other guy
Some ugly bastard from South Carolina
She left me for some other guy
She left me for some ugly bastard from Carolina
Southern Carolina
[A-Ron]
(Mumbling)
I don't really mind
But you know that's a lie
(More mumbling)
I don't know why she left me
Although it wasn't money
I think she might have left for some silly man named Jesus
But I need your body, oh
Please come back, please come back
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8. |
Shoopy
03:46
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[This one's an instrumental yuh]
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