I'm goin' down to South Park: Chef Aid gonna have myself a time,
(Kyle + Stan) Friendly faces everwhere humble folks without temptation,
I'm goin' down to South Park: Chef Aid gonna leave my woes behind,
(Cartman) Ample Parking Day or Night, people spouting, "Howdy, Neighbor"
I'm headin' down to South Park: Chef Aid gonna see if I can't unwind,
(Kenny) I like girls with big vagina, I like girls with big fat titties
So come on down to South Park: Chef Aid, and meet some friends of mine.
South Park: Chef Aid Soundtrack Album Lyrics
South Park: Chef Aid Soundtrack Lyrics
- Primus - South Park: Chef Aid Theme
- Crystal Method - Nowhere To Run (Vapor Trail)
- Isaac Hayes - Salty Choclate Balls (P.S. I Love You)
- Rancid - Brad Logan
- Eric Cartman - Come Sail Away
- Master P - Kennys Dead
- Isaac Hayes - Simultaneous
- Mase - Will They Die 4 You?
- Perry Farrell - Hot Lava
- Wyclef Jean - Bubblegoose
- Isaac Hayes - No Substitute
- Elton John - Wake Up Wendy
- Mousse T Vs Hot - Horny
- Devo - Huboon Stomp
- Rick James - Love Gravy
- Ned Gerblansky - Feel Like Makin Love
- Ween - The Rainbow
- Isaac Hayes - Tonight Is Right for Love
- Joe Strummer - Its a Rockin World
- Primus - Mephisto and Kevin
- Vitro - Mentally Dull [Think Tank Remix]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Nowhere To Run (Vapor Trail)
by Crystal Method
F*ck that shit 'ya know what I'm say'n
Give a child to my nigga'
I ain't givin' a child to no f*ckin' body f*ck that
Big baby Jesus in the motherf*ckin' house
Ya' know what I'm Sayin'
(roof, roof)
F*ck It
C'mon!
I don't walk, I stalk
Livin' foul like the Park
Shuttin' down, underground
Streets of New York
Hawk, is what the niggas call me
'Cause they all be
Suckin' my dick
In my Muthaf*ckin' (What)
I know half, so I laugh with 'em
Bloodbath, when I let the f*ckin' rap hit 'em
Full clip, but only half did 'em
That's all it took, another crook
Taken out, over a dirty look (What!)
I bag niggas, but niggas ?? (C'mon!)
You only takin' a f*ckin' thing from me but hot lead
You know my style, faggot
'Cause I'm always scheming
In jail
Niggas was holding the six screaming
Police!
But you got no piece
It was just you Big Man
And a lot of grease
All I gets is pound
'Cause niggas want none of this
Backstreets are like track meets
'Cause I be runnin' this
C'mon!
Chorus:
Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be running this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on!)
Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya)
?????
Surrounded by these colors
I see crimson, black and blue
Locking open doors again
I'm still afraid of you
Light to dark then light again
I always thought I knew
Young to old then young again
What's left for me to do
Sister of the universe
Selecting me this time
I'm falling down upon the Earth
And singing truth in rhyme
If I was a rolling stone
I'd roll on back to you
And if I was a garden
I would bloom in black for you
Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be running this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on!)
Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya) ???? is the soul
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
(C'mon) Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be running this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on!)
Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya)
???is the soul
OL' DIRTY BASTARD LYRICS:
What two motherf*ckers invented
Is the craziest nigger
Ever been invented
Most know him for The Ol' Dirty Bastard
I call him Jesus (Jesus, Jesus)
There is no obstacles that you have to jump
There's no walls that you have to climb
This is real
This is elementary dear
Elementary Watson
Elementary
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I ain't no pressure on your f*ckin' wall
Necklace wearin' bitch
Nigga I want this money 'til it's rich
Buy my album
Guarded by 30 Section 3
Go against the grain
I got to pee
I know you don't recognize me now
I done cocooned
How many lighting bolts
To take the light of the f*cking moon One of 'em two of 'em
You better get the f*ck up off of me
We don't need it
It gets more ugly
Business was trying to bust their ass
Trying to get away from me
When I said my real name
I call myself
Eatin' a bitch, butthole
All the same, all the same, all the same
Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be running this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on!)
Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be running at you)
?????
What motherf*cker
Don't try to psychology my shit
Mother f*cker
'Cause you never psychology it mother f*cker
Never, never, never, mother f*cker, never.
Give a child to my nigga'
I ain't givin' a child to no f*ckin' body f*ck that
Big baby Jesus in the motherf*ckin' house
Ya' know what I'm Sayin'
(roof, roof)
F*ck It
C'mon!
I don't walk, I stalk
Livin' foul like the Park
Shuttin' down, underground
Streets of New York
Hawk, is what the niggas call me
'Cause they all be
Suckin' my dick
In my Muthaf*ckin' (What)
I know half, so I laugh with 'em
Bloodbath, when I let the f*ckin' rap hit 'em
Full clip, but only half did 'em
That's all it took, another crook
Taken out, over a dirty look (What!)
I bag niggas, but niggas ?? (C'mon!)
You only takin' a f*ckin' thing from me but hot lead
You know my style, faggot
'Cause I'm always scheming
In jail
Niggas was holding the six screaming
Police!
But you got no piece
It was just you Big Man
And a lot of grease
All I gets is pound
'Cause niggas want none of this
Backstreets are like track meets
'Cause I be runnin' this
C'mon!
Chorus:
Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be running this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on!)
Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya)
?????
Surrounded by these colors
I see crimson, black and blue
Locking open doors again
I'm still afraid of you
Light to dark then light again
I always thought I knew
Young to old then young again
What's left for me to do
Sister of the universe
Selecting me this time
I'm falling down upon the Earth
And singing truth in rhyme
If I was a rolling stone
I'd roll on back to you
And if I was a garden
I would bloom in black for you
Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be running this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on!)
Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya) ???? is the soul
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
(C'mon) Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be running this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on!)
Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya)
???is the soul
OL' DIRTY BASTARD LYRICS:
What two motherf*ckers invented
Is the craziest nigger
Ever been invented
Most know him for The Ol' Dirty Bastard
I call him Jesus (Jesus, Jesus)
There is no obstacles that you have to jump
There's no walls that you have to climb
This is real
This is elementary dear
Elementary Watson
Elementary
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I ain't no pressure on your f*ckin' wall
Necklace wearin' bitch
Nigga I want this money 'til it's rich
Buy my album
Guarded by 30 Section 3
Go against the grain
I got to pee
I know you don't recognize me now
I done cocooned
How many lighting bolts
To take the light of the f*cking moon One of 'em two of 'em
You better get the f*ck up off of me
We don't need it
It gets more ugly
Business was trying to bust their ass
Trying to get away from me
When I said my real name
I call myself
Eatin' a bitch, butthole
All the same, all the same, all the same
Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be running this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on!)
Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be running at you)
?????
What motherf*cker
Don't try to psychology my shit
Mother f*cker
'Cause you never psychology it mother f*cker
Never, never, never, mother f*cker, never.
Writer: JACK BLADES, RICK RUBIN, OL' DIRTY BASTARD, KEN JORDAN, SCOTT KIRKLAND, OZZY OSBOURNE, DMX
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Salty Choclate Balls (P.S. I Love You)
by Isaac Hayes
2 tablespoons of cinnamon,
And 2 or 3 egg whites,
A half a stick of butter, melted.
Stick it all in a bowl baby,
Stir it with a wooden spoon,
Mix in a cup of flour.
You''l be in heaven soon
Say everybody have you seen my balls they're big and salty and brown.
If you ever need a quick pick me up, just stick my balls in your mouth.
Oh! Suck on my chocolate salty balls, put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em.
Suck on my chocolate salty balls, they're packed vitamins,
And good for you, so suck on balls.
Pour in a cup of unsweetened chocolate,
And a half a cup of brandy
Then throw in a bag or two of sugar,
And just a pinch of vanilla,
Grease up the cookie sheet.
Cause I hate when my balls stick!
Then preheat the oven to 350, and give that spoon a lick!
Say everybody have you seen my balls they're big and salty and brown.
If you ever need a quick pick me up, just stick my balls in your mouth.
Oh! Suck on my chocolate salty balls, put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em.
Suck on my chocolate salty balls, they're packed full of goodness,
And high in fiber, so suck on balls.
(Chef Speaking:) sniff, sniff, hey, wait a minute, what's that smell.
It smells like something's burning.
Well, that don't bother me none, as long as I get my rent paid on Friday.
Baby, you better get back in the kitchen, cause I got a sneakn' suspition.
Oh man baby, baby, you just burnt my balls.
My balls are on fire, come on, my balls are burning, gimme some water pour some water on 'em, o goodness, blow
On them, do something
Say everybody have you seen my balls they're big and salty and brown. (they're on fire baby)
If you ever need a quick pick me up, just stick my balls in your mouth.
Oh! Suck on my chocolate salty balls, put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em. (Put 'em out, blow on 'em.)
Suck on my balls baby,
Suck on my balls baby, suck on my red hot salty chocolate balls.
Woo, woo, suck on my balls (blow, blow, blow)
And 2 or 3 egg whites,
A half a stick of butter, melted.
Stick it all in a bowl baby,
Stir it with a wooden spoon,
Mix in a cup of flour.
You''l be in heaven soon
Say everybody have you seen my balls they're big and salty and brown.
If you ever need a quick pick me up, just stick my balls in your mouth.
Oh! Suck on my chocolate salty balls, put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em.
Suck on my chocolate salty balls, they're packed vitamins,
And good for you, so suck on balls.
Pour in a cup of unsweetened chocolate,
And a half a cup of brandy
Then throw in a bag or two of sugar,
And just a pinch of vanilla,
Grease up the cookie sheet.
Cause I hate when my balls stick!
Then preheat the oven to 350, and give that spoon a lick!
Say everybody have you seen my balls they're big and salty and brown.
If you ever need a quick pick me up, just stick my balls in your mouth.
Oh! Suck on my chocolate salty balls, put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em.
Suck on my chocolate salty balls, they're packed full of goodness,
And high in fiber, so suck on balls.
(Chef Speaking:) sniff, sniff, hey, wait a minute, what's that smell.
It smells like something's burning.
Well, that don't bother me none, as long as I get my rent paid on Friday.
Baby, you better get back in the kitchen, cause I got a sneakn' suspition.
Oh man baby, baby, you just burnt my balls.
My balls are on fire, come on, my balls are burning, gimme some water pour some water on 'em, o goodness, blow
On them, do something
Say everybody have you seen my balls they're big and salty and brown. (they're on fire baby)
If you ever need a quick pick me up, just stick my balls in your mouth.
Oh! Suck on my chocolate salty balls, put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em. (Put 'em out, blow on 'em.)
Suck on my balls baby,
Suck on my balls baby, suck on my red hot salty chocolate balls.
Woo, woo, suck on my balls (blow, blow, blow)
Writer: DAVID BRUCE HOWELL, MATT STONE, RANDOLPH S. PARKER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Brad Logan
by Rancid
California sun has sunk
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night
I was high on junk
And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right
Will every crimmin' hood make a bargain with the world
Seats are successive when you're shot to the curb
I spend my day in blindness, at night I get my vision
Dodgy, cause there are no one indecision
Cause it's wild, When it's Wild wild wild wild
(California sun has sunk...)
I get destructive outside obedience
I am no longer respected in this new transition
I put into effect, my long time standard
Disastrous living, disastrous living!
(Cause it's wild...)
(California sun has sunk...)
(Cause it's wild...)
(California sun has sunk...)
(California sun has sunk...)
All right!
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night
I was high on junk
And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right
Will every crimmin' hood make a bargain with the world
Seats are successive when you're shot to the curb
I spend my day in blindness, at night I get my vision
Dodgy, cause there are no one indecision
Cause it's wild, When it's Wild wild wild wild
(California sun has sunk...)
I get destructive outside obedience
I am no longer respected in this new transition
I put into effect, my long time standard
Disastrous living, disastrous living!
(Cause it's wild...)
(California sun has sunk...)
(Cause it's wild...)
(California sun has sunk...)
(California sun has sunk...)
All right!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Come Sail Away
by Eric Cartman
I'm sailing away
Set an open course for the virgin sea
'Cause I've got to be free
Free to face the life that's ahead of me
On board I'm the captain
So climb aboard
We'll search for tomorrow
On every shore
And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try
To carry on
I look to the sea
Reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends
And the dreams we had
We lived happily forever
So the story goes
But somehow we missed out
On the pot of gold
But we'll try best that we can to carry on
(yeah)
A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope and this is what they said
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys ha)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
I thought that they were angels
But much to my surprise
We climbed aboard their starship
And headed for the star thay said'
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(everybody now)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(Chef:)Make it funky now!
(Cartman:)Hey, you're screwin' up my song
Hey, What's goin' on
(Chef:) Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me chidren
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me children
(Cartman:)No, no, no, no, like this, like this!!!
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys can't here ya')
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(seriously you guys, screw you guys)
Come sail away
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)
Set an open course for the virgin sea
'Cause I've got to be free
Free to face the life that's ahead of me
On board I'm the captain
So climb aboard
We'll search for tomorrow
On every shore
And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try
To carry on
I look to the sea
Reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends
And the dreams we had
We lived happily forever
So the story goes
But somehow we missed out
On the pot of gold
But we'll try best that we can to carry on
(yeah)
A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope and this is what they said
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys ha)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
I thought that they were angels
But much to my surprise
We climbed aboard their starship
And headed for the star thay said'
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(everybody now)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(Chef:)Make it funky now!
(Cartman:)Hey, you're screwin' up my song
Hey, What's goin' on
(Chef:) Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me chidren
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me children
(Cartman:)No, no, no, no, like this, like this!!!
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys can't here ya')
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(seriously you guys, screw you guys)
Come sail away
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)
Writer: DENNIS DE YOUNG
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Kennys Dead
by Master P
This is Master P
I'm down here in South Park: Chef Aid
I just put a million dollar reward up
For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny
Ya heard
(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh
Kenny started messin' up, hangin' with the thugs
Cutting class in the fast section, see weed and drugs
And I guess that's how it is when the ghetto got you trapped
But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
People lie in they sheet on South Park: Chef Aid streets
Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police
But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn't no Crip or no Blood
And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud
(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh
A lot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes
Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes
211, 187, it's like a hobby
Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery
Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street
But picture this, Kenny with about ten G's and a couple of keys, huh
Servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner
Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona
But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die
Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide
He knew one day that the rats would come
But he didn't know they was gonna scream, "'Bout it, 'bout it"
And hit him with a shotgun, uhh
(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh
A lot of wasted deaths, a lot of senseless crime
But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh
Judgment day is for everybody
Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this with us
And it's real out here on these streets
I'd love to live like Kenny
But just remember, Kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon, huh
Died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back
Ya heard me
Hombre, Master P, No Limit
To the world, baby
Don't get no realer than this
I'm down here in South Park: Chef Aid
I just put a million dollar reward up
For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny
Ya heard
(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh
Kenny started messin' up, hangin' with the thugs
Cutting class in the fast section, see weed and drugs
And I guess that's how it is when the ghetto got you trapped
But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
People lie in they sheet on South Park: Chef Aid streets
Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police
But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn't no Crip or no Blood
And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud
(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh
A lot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes
Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes
211, 187, it's like a hobby
Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery
Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street
But picture this, Kenny with about ten G's and a couple of keys, huh
Servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner
Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona
But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die
Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide
He knew one day that the rats would come
But he didn't know they was gonna scream, "'Bout it, 'bout it"
And hit him with a shotgun, uhh
(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh
A lot of wasted deaths, a lot of senseless crime
But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh
Judgment day is for everybody
Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this with us
And it's real out here on these streets
I'd love to live like Kenny
But just remember, Kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon, huh
Died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back
Ya heard me
Hombre, Master P, No Limit
To the world, baby
Don't get no realer than this
Writer: CURTIS MAYFIELD, PERCY MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Simultaneous
by Isaac Hayes
Baby you know, you're the one for me
And all that I want to be is...
You and me... and her, simultaneous
You and me... and you and you, simultaneous
Simultaneous lovin' baby, two or three...
Simultaneous ooh, come on
Have an open mind, blow my trigger down
Gimme the last cold turkey blast, make it fast
Take my ass to town
Have an open mind, send my cares away
Ring my bell you fat piggy whale, what the hell Today's your lucky day
You and me... and her, simultaneous
You and me... and Wynona Rider, simultaneous
Simultaneous lovin' baby, two or three...
Simultaneous, ooh, come on
Have an open mind, is a normal thing to do
Don't be rude, just get nude
Oh, you're being rude, I would do it for you
Baby please have an open mind, you're the only one I love
These girls you see, baby they don't mean anything, let's all just get in the tub
You and me... and her too, simultaneous
You and me... and your momma and your sister
Simultaneous lovin' baby, two or three...
Simultaneous oww, come on
Everybody in the pool!
Have an open mind, don't be so mean to me
Call your sister and your mother and your aunt
It's every man's fantasy
Have an open... woa, baby, put that knife away
Don't be mad, I'll take you back, just relax, we can make love your way
I'm talking about
You and me... and some flowers and some wine, instantaneous
You and me... and Whitney Houston (on the radio, babe, on the radio)
Some candles and some good feelings
Just the two of us
Oh, fudge it
Now, I'm talking about
You and me... and her and her and her, simultaneous
You and me... and women in the house, simultaneous
Three and seven, make it a baker's dozen
See the ladies in the house clap your hands
Now that'd be a party, ladies
And all that I want to be is...
You and me... and her, simultaneous
You and me... and you and you, simultaneous
Simultaneous lovin' baby, two or three...
Simultaneous ooh, come on
Have an open mind, blow my trigger down
Gimme the last cold turkey blast, make it fast
Take my ass to town
Have an open mind, send my cares away
Ring my bell you fat piggy whale, what the hell Today's your lucky day
You and me... and her, simultaneous
You and me... and Wynona Rider, simultaneous
Simultaneous lovin' baby, two or three...
Simultaneous, ooh, come on
Have an open mind, is a normal thing to do
Don't be rude, just get nude
Oh, you're being rude, I would do it for you
Baby please have an open mind, you're the only one I love
These girls you see, baby they don't mean anything, let's all just get in the tub
You and me... and her too, simultaneous
You and me... and your momma and your sister
Simultaneous lovin' baby, two or three...
Simultaneous oww, come on
Everybody in the pool!
Have an open mind, don't be so mean to me
Call your sister and your mother and your aunt
It's every man's fantasy
Have an open... woa, baby, put that knife away
Don't be mad, I'll take you back, just relax, we can make love your way
I'm talking about
You and me... and some flowers and some wine, instantaneous
You and me... and Whitney Houston (on the radio, babe, on the radio)
Some candles and some good feelings
Just the two of us
Oh, fudge it
Now, I'm talking about
You and me... and her and her and her, simultaneous
You and me... and women in the house, simultaneous
Three and seven, make it a baker's dozen
See the ladies in the house clap your hands
Now that'd be a party, ladies
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Will They Die 4 You?
by Mase
(feat. Lil' Kim, Puff Daddy)
Yeah
[1] - How many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back
Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherf*cker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force
And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this
[Repeat 1]
[Mase]
Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me
How much you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?
This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt
Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block
Where you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now
[Repeat 1]
[Lil' Kim]
Motherf*ckin' right I'mma roll with my motherf*ckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to f*ck with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with
Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherf*ckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone
Like a splinter I enter
So why should I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
[Repeat 1]
Yeah
[1] - How many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back
Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherf*cker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force
And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this
[Repeat 1]
[Mase]
Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me
How much you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?
This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt
Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block
Where you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now
[Repeat 1]
[Lil' Kim]
Motherf*ckin' right I'mma roll with my motherf*ckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to f*ck with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with
Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherf*ckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone
Like a splinter I enter
So why should I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
[Repeat 1]
Writer: MASON BETHA, SEAN COMBS, RONALD ANTHONY LAWRENCE, SAMUEL LEROY TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Hot Lava
by Perry Farrell
Oh, baby, every time that we kiss, hot lava!
And every time that we make love, that's lava, hot lava!
It's lava so hot it makes me sweat,
And lava so warm and red and wet!
Mountain is rumbling, must find a safer place,
Soon the wrath of Pele, will fall upon your face.
Great nectar of the gods, spews rock from Pinutabo,
Mixed with a woman's sweat, makes the lava we know.
Oh, baby, every time that we kiss, hot lava!
And every time that we make love, that's lava, hot lava!
It's lava so hot it makes me sweat,
And lava so warm and red and wet!
Burning through the forest, where red hot lava flow,
Rolls down the island's body, and into the ocean below!
When it meets the cool cool water, here's your main sludge of living rich
Magma flowing into a subaqueous environment produces pillar lava
Hydrostatic pressure of sea water tends to inhibit the vesicle size of the basalt!
Oh, baby, every time that we kiss, hot lava!
And every time that we make love, that's lava, hot lava!
It's lava so hot it makes me sweat,
And lava so warm and red and wet!
And after the eruption,
You lay dormant for a while..
Let's just hold each other and talk.
For now, Pele sleeps..
Oh, baby, every time that we kiss, hot lava!
And every time that we make love, that's lava, hot lava!
It's lava so hot it makes me sweat,
And lava so warm and red and wet!
And every time that we make love, that's lava, hot lava!
It's lava so hot it makes me sweat,
And lava so warm and red and wet!
Mountain is rumbling, must find a safer place,
Soon the wrath of Pele, will fall upon your face.
Great nectar of the gods, spews rock from Pinutabo,
Mixed with a woman's sweat, makes the lava we know.
Oh, baby, every time that we kiss, hot lava!
And every time that we make love, that's lava, hot lava!
It's lava so hot it makes me sweat,
And lava so warm and red and wet!
Burning through the forest, where red hot lava flow,
Rolls down the island's body, and into the ocean below!
When it meets the cool cool water, here's your main sludge of living rich
Magma flowing into a subaqueous environment produces pillar lava
Hydrostatic pressure of sea water tends to inhibit the vesicle size of the basalt!
Oh, baby, every time that we kiss, hot lava!
And every time that we make love, that's lava, hot lava!
It's lava so hot it makes me sweat,
And lava so warm and red and wet!
And after the eruption,
You lay dormant for a while..
Let's just hold each other and talk.
For now, Pele sleeps..
Oh, baby, every time that we kiss, hot lava!
And every time that we make love, that's lava, hot lava!
It's lava so hot it makes me sweat,
And lava so warm and red and wet!
Writer: RANDOLPH S. PARKER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Bubblegoose
by Wyclef Jean
[Wyclef] I go by the name of Wyclef Jean
We are the RefFugee All-Stars (one two)
We salute the soldiers around the world
[Eric C] Hell yes!
[Wyclef] This one is called bullet in your bubblegoose
{*Wyclef begins harmonizing*}
[Eric C] Mack 10!
[Kyle B] Cartman, this isn't Mack 10
[Eric C] SERIOUSLY, Mack 10!
[Wyclef Jean]
Sit right back and you'll hear a tale
of a hustler 'round my way
Who used to clock, around the block
from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match
Windows bulletproof
One night he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
Chorus One: Wyclef + Kids (repeat 2X)
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be - at the party gettin loose
but you can catch a bullet in your 'goose
[Wyclef] Sit right back and you'll hear a tale
of a young girl around my way
[Eric C] Wesssyde!
[Wyclef Jean]
Who used to dance around the way
from where my homeboys stayed
Black BMW with rims to match
Windows bulletproof
One night she jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in her bubblegoose
Chorus Two: Wyclef + Kids (repeat 2X)
She caught a bullet in her bubblegoose
She caught a bullet in her bubblegoose
You can be - at the party gettin loose
but you can catch a bullet in your 'goose
{*Wyclef begins harmonizing*}
[Eric C] Mack 10, you guys
[Stan M] This isn't Mack 10!
[Eric Cartman]
It IS MACK 10!!! ..
Kenny? Your family's poor Kenny!
Get up Kenny!
Kenny, you can't just die
Yeahhh, Mack 10 in the hiz-ouse you guyyys!
Chorus Two
[Kyle B] Damn that's high dude!
[Eric C] Yeah, Mack TEN!!
[Wyclef] This one for the people
[Eric C] Hell yeah!
We are the RefFugee All-Stars (one two)
We salute the soldiers around the world
[Eric C] Hell yes!
[Wyclef] This one is called bullet in your bubblegoose
{*Wyclef begins harmonizing*}
[Eric C] Mack 10!
[Kyle B] Cartman, this isn't Mack 10
[Eric C] SERIOUSLY, Mack 10!
[Wyclef Jean]
Sit right back and you'll hear a tale
of a hustler 'round my way
Who used to clock, around the block
from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match
Windows bulletproof
One night he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
Chorus One: Wyclef + Kids (repeat 2X)
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be - at the party gettin loose
but you can catch a bullet in your 'goose
[Wyclef] Sit right back and you'll hear a tale
of a young girl around my way
[Eric C] Wesssyde!
[Wyclef Jean]
Who used to dance around the way
from where my homeboys stayed
Black BMW with rims to match
Windows bulletproof
One night she jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in her bubblegoose
Chorus Two: Wyclef + Kids (repeat 2X)
She caught a bullet in her bubblegoose
She caught a bullet in her bubblegoose
You can be - at the party gettin loose
but you can catch a bullet in your 'goose
{*Wyclef begins harmonizing*}
[Eric C] Mack 10, you guys
[Stan M] This isn't Mack 10!
[Eric Cartman]
It IS MACK 10!!! ..
Kenny? Your family's poor Kenny!
Get up Kenny!
Kenny, you can't just die
Yeahhh, Mack 10 in the hiz-ouse you guyyys!
Chorus Two
[Kyle B] Damn that's high dude!
[Eric C] Yeah, Mack TEN!!
[Wyclef] This one for the people
[Eric C] Hell yeah!
Writer: SALAAM REMI, WYCLEF JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
No Substitute
by Isaac Hayes
You know Kathie Lee, you are a very special woman. I don't mean special in a Mary Tyler-Moore way... Or an extra-value
Meal at Happy Burger way... no, I mean SPECIAL... Like... The song of the hummingbird as it gets ready to find that female
Hummingbird, and -- make sweet love to it -- all night long. Just two hummingbirds moaning' and groanin' and letting their
Bodies caress and touch each other in ecstasy... Slowly, the male hummingbird gets behind the female hummingbird, and eases
His way into her golden valley, gliding gently in and out, in and out, ooh, in and out. Two hummingbirds doin' it doggy style all
Night long. Until finally the male hummingbird screams with passion and lets his little humming gravy fly all over the nest. And it
Makes me wanna... it makes me wanna sing this special song for you, yeah, baby, yeah mama.
Ooh Kathie Lee, you're such a special woman to me,
How I'd love to lay you down
And lick every inch of your body
With my tongue
Kathie Lee, you're my sexual fantasy
How 'bout you and me?
Get it together and make sweet love...
'Cause nobody can take your place
No way they can match your face,
No, you got it goin' on in a way so clear
I just wanna buy you a beer
I thought maybe tonight at seven thirty or seven, I could come by and
Pick you up in my car
(No substitute) No substitute for you
(No substitute)
No baby there's (no substitute) for your girl
(No substitute) for you now
I know you love my body so much
It's something you can't help but touch, ooh
I might let you if you promise to be gentle,
Now I'm gettin' all sentimental
Maybe tonight after pickin' you up in my car we can park down over by the gas
Station that closed two weeks ago and make love in the back seat and...
Drop you off at home
(No substitute) No substitute for you
(No substitute) No baby there's
(No substitute) Come on baby say it
(No substitute) For you now
Now you remember our two hummingbirds. Well after their night of passion, the male hummingbird couldn't sleep or eat. All he
Could think about was that incredible night when things were flyin' all over the place and beaks were where they should be. So
He put his beak lips together and whistled a song. Calling that female hummingbird back for another night of fire. Just like I'm
Calling out for you, baby. Hey, get your ass over here for some good lovin'.
There's only one word that can describe you,
You're a flippityfloppityhootchymamawoowoo
You've got everything I ever wanted
My metaphor's all been exhausted
So what say you and I forget about this singin' and songin' and act like a couple
Of hummingbirds ourselves...
And get down to some business
(No substitute) No substitute for you
(No, no, no substitute)
No baby there's (no substitute) for you girl
(No substitute) for you girl (no substitute)
For you (no, no, no, no, no, no substitute)
For you girl
Ladies and gentlemen, the Fabulous Chefettes
(No) no (no) subs (subs) sti (tute) for (you)
Ba (by) no (no) no no no (no) for you yeah,
(No substitute) for you Kathie Lee, yeah
Meal at Happy Burger way... no, I mean SPECIAL... Like... The song of the hummingbird as it gets ready to find that female
Hummingbird, and -- make sweet love to it -- all night long. Just two hummingbirds moaning' and groanin' and letting their
Bodies caress and touch each other in ecstasy... Slowly, the male hummingbird gets behind the female hummingbird, and eases
His way into her golden valley, gliding gently in and out, in and out, ooh, in and out. Two hummingbirds doin' it doggy style all
Night long. Until finally the male hummingbird screams with passion and lets his little humming gravy fly all over the nest. And it
Makes me wanna... it makes me wanna sing this special song for you, yeah, baby, yeah mama.
Ooh Kathie Lee, you're such a special woman to me,
How I'd love to lay you down
And lick every inch of your body
With my tongue
Kathie Lee, you're my sexual fantasy
How 'bout you and me?
Get it together and make sweet love...
'Cause nobody can take your place
No way they can match your face,
No, you got it goin' on in a way so clear
I just wanna buy you a beer
I thought maybe tonight at seven thirty or seven, I could come by and
Pick you up in my car
(No substitute) No substitute for you
(No substitute)
No baby there's (no substitute) for your girl
(No substitute) for you now
I know you love my body so much
It's something you can't help but touch, ooh
I might let you if you promise to be gentle,
Now I'm gettin' all sentimental
Maybe tonight after pickin' you up in my car we can park down over by the gas
Station that closed two weeks ago and make love in the back seat and...
Drop you off at home
(No substitute) No substitute for you
(No substitute) No baby there's
(No substitute) Come on baby say it
(No substitute) For you now
Now you remember our two hummingbirds. Well after their night of passion, the male hummingbird couldn't sleep or eat. All he
Could think about was that incredible night when things were flyin' all over the place and beaks were where they should be. So
He put his beak lips together and whistled a song. Calling that female hummingbird back for another night of fire. Just like I'm
Calling out for you, baby. Hey, get your ass over here for some good lovin'.
There's only one word that can describe you,
You're a flippityfloppityhootchymamawoowoo
You've got everything I ever wanted
My metaphor's all been exhausted
So what say you and I forget about this singin' and songin' and act like a couple
Of hummingbirds ourselves...
And get down to some business
(No substitute) No substitute for you
(No, no, no substitute)
No baby there's (no substitute) for you girl
(No substitute) for you girl (no substitute)
For you (no, no, no, no, no, no substitute)
For you girl
Ladies and gentlemen, the Fabulous Chefettes
(No) no (no) subs (subs) sti (tute) for (you)
Ba (by) no (no) no no no (no) for you yeah,
(No substitute) for you Kathie Lee, yeah
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Wake Up Wendy
by Elton John
Got this bug-eyed girl
Cold hand on my knee
Frozen teeth chitter, chatter
She's dressed up like a cemetary
Like a cemetary
Snowbound all winter
Blue lips on my cheek
Little tongues prattlin', rattlin'
Talkin' about them hometown geeks
Them hometown geeks
Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee
Help me into your custom kitchen
Gimme a cup of that old black magic
I wanna get me some of that old home cookin'
Can you feel it, it's chilly and freezin'
Wake up Wendy, moods a changin'
I got a reason, and you got a feelin'
Wake up Wendy, love's in season
Feels like a steam clean
When she washes me
Clouds bustin', pumps a hissin'
Just peel me off the ceiling
Off the ceiling
Chill out bug-eyed-girl
Zap me into cinders
Pop the thermal mumbo jumbo
Melt me with your little fingers
With little fingers
Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee
Help me into your custom kitchen
Gimme a cup of that old black magic
I wanna get me some of that old home cookin'
Can you feel it, it's chilly and freezin'
Wake up Wendy, moods a changin'
I got a reason, and you got a feelin'
Wake up Wendy, love's in season
Wake up Wendy, love's in season
Wake up Wendy, love's in season
Cold hand on my knee
Frozen teeth chitter, chatter
She's dressed up like a cemetary
Like a cemetary
Snowbound all winter
Blue lips on my cheek
Little tongues prattlin', rattlin'
Talkin' about them hometown geeks
Them hometown geeks
Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee
Help me into your custom kitchen
Gimme a cup of that old black magic
I wanna get me some of that old home cookin'
Can you feel it, it's chilly and freezin'
Wake up Wendy, moods a changin'
I got a reason, and you got a feelin'
Wake up Wendy, love's in season
Feels like a steam clean
When she washes me
Clouds bustin', pumps a hissin'
Just peel me off the ceiling
Off the ceiling
Chill out bug-eyed-girl
Zap me into cinders
Pop the thermal mumbo jumbo
Melt me with your little fingers
With little fingers
Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee
Help me into your custom kitchen
Gimme a cup of that old black magic
I wanna get me some of that old home cookin'
Can you feel it, it's chilly and freezin'
Wake up Wendy, moods a changin'
I got a reason, and you got a feelin'
Wake up Wendy, love's in season
Wake up Wendy, love's in season
Wake up Wendy, love's in season
Writer: BERNIE TAUPIN, ELTON JOHN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Horny
by Mousse T Vs Hot
You got me horny in the morning and you know
I try to call you but I can't find the telephone
I sent a message through the Internet but it rejected
I wrote a letter and I sent it with the post
The post it takes so long, so I've got to sing this song
To let you know how I feel, what's the deal baby
And I can't wait for you, and the things you make me do
My heart is ringing so I'm singing this song for you
I'm horny
Horny, horny, horny
So horny
I'm horny, horny, horny
I'm horny
Horny, horny, horny
So horny
I'm horny, horny, horny tonight
I searched from town to town but I can't find my bird ooh ooh
I got so desperate I sent a rocket to the moon
In New York City someone said they saw you singing the blues
But it was a man from Nowhere Land who looked like you
I will keep searching on
This feeling's much too strong
My heart is ringing and I'm singing this song for you
I'm horny
Horny, horny, horny
So horny
I'm horny, horny, horny
I'm horny
Horny, horny, horny
So horny
I'm horny, horny, horny tonight
I'm horny, horny, horny tonight
The post it takes so long, so I gotta sing this song
To let you know how I feel, what's the deal baby
And I can't wait for you, and the things you make me too
My heart is ringing so I'm singing this song for you
I'm horny
Horny, horny, horny
So horny
I'm horny, horny, horny
I'm horny
Horny, horny, horny
So horny
I'm horny, horny, horny tonight
Horny, horny
Horny, horny, horny
Horny, horny
Horny, horny, horny
Horny, horny
Horny, horny, horny
Horny, horny
Horny, horny, horny
Horny, horny
Horny, horny, horny
I try to call you but I can't find the telephone
I sent a message through the Internet but it rejected
I wrote a letter and I sent it with the post
The post it takes so long, so I've got to sing this song
To let you know how I feel, what's the deal baby
And I can't wait for you, and the things you make me do
My heart is ringing so I'm singing this song for you
I'm horny
Horny, horny, horny
So horny
I'm horny, horny, horny
I'm horny
Horny, horny, horny
So horny
I'm horny, horny, horny tonight
I searched from town to town but I can't find my bird ooh ooh
I got so desperate I sent a rocket to the moon
In New York City someone said they saw you singing the blues
But it was a man from Nowhere Land who looked like you
I will keep searching on
This feeling's much too strong
My heart is ringing and I'm singing this song for you
I'm horny
Horny, horny, horny
So horny
I'm horny, horny, horny
I'm horny
Horny, horny, horny
So horny
I'm horny, horny, horny tonight
I'm horny, horny, horny tonight
The post it takes so long, so I gotta sing this song
To let you know how I feel, what's the deal baby
And I can't wait for you, and the things you make me too
My heart is ringing so I'm singing this song for you
I'm horny
Horny, horny, horny
So horny
I'm horny, horny, horny
I'm horny
Horny, horny, horny
So horny
I'm horny, horny, horny tonight
Horny, horny
Horny, horny, horny
Horny, horny
Horny, horny, horny
Horny, horny
Horny, horny, horny
Horny, horny
Horny, horny, horny
Horny, horny
Horny, horny, horny
Writer: BRIAN MAHONEY, GEOFFREY H TURNEY, JOHN CHARLES EDNEY, NIKKI SIXX
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Huboon Stomp
by Devo
I'm a Huboon Baby
I'm a cross between a human and an ape
I'm all gagged out
I'm gonna hoot, I'm gonna root, I'm gonna rape
People look at me and laugh
And make fun of my face
I laugh right back
I don't want to be part of the human race
Ha ha ha
I did it to myself
And now somebody's gonna be sorry
I'm a Huboon Baby
Gonna mess around with all you fools
I'm all pumped up, I'm gonna rap, I'm gonna snap, I'm gonna rule
I had the operation, nothing else left to do
Well, looky here, I've been hurt,
I'm gonna hurt you
Now somebody's gonna be sorry
like all you witches and your slime,
and all you red-winged pin heads,
Who make screwing a big crime
You tittie twisted up my life,
and pissed on all my dreams
You made me hate myself,
Now come on, shoot me, set me free
Let's go
He's a Huboon Baby, he's really all fudged up,
He's a Huboon Baby, he's really all fudged up,
He's a Huboon Baby, he's really all fudged up,
I did it to myself
Now somebody's gonna be sorry
Well, I'm a Huboon baby,
I'll grow up to be the President
I'm outside, I'm ticked, I'm really freaked, I'm really bent
Big town papas better hurry hide your little girls,
I'll drop thier bones I'll sniff 'em around the world
Now, somebody's gonna be sorry,
All you wenches and you snobs
And all you red-winged
Who make screwing a big crime
And you tittie twisted up my life
And pissed all over my dreams
You made me hate myself
Now come on shoot me, set me free
I'm a Huboon Baby
I'm a cross between a human and an ape
I'm all gagged out
I'm gonna hoot, I'm gonna root, I'm gonna rape
People look at me and laugh
And make fun of my face
I laugh right back
I don't want to be part of the human race
I'm a cross between a human and an ape
I'm all gagged out
I'm gonna hoot, I'm gonna root, I'm gonna rape
People look at me and laugh
And make fun of my face
I laugh right back
I don't want to be part of the human race
Ha ha ha
I did it to myself
And now somebody's gonna be sorry
I'm a Huboon Baby
Gonna mess around with all you fools
I'm all pumped up, I'm gonna rap, I'm gonna snap, I'm gonna rule
I had the operation, nothing else left to do
Well, looky here, I've been hurt,
I'm gonna hurt you
Now somebody's gonna be sorry
like all you witches and your slime,
and all you red-winged pin heads,
Who make screwing a big crime
You tittie twisted up my life,
and pissed on all my dreams
You made me hate myself,
Now come on, shoot me, set me free
Let's go
He's a Huboon Baby, he's really all fudged up,
He's a Huboon Baby, he's really all fudged up,
He's a Huboon Baby, he's really all fudged up,
I did it to myself
Now somebody's gonna be sorry
Well, I'm a Huboon baby,
I'll grow up to be the President
I'm outside, I'm ticked, I'm really freaked, I'm really bent
Big town papas better hurry hide your little girls,
I'll drop thier bones I'll sniff 'em around the world
Now, somebody's gonna be sorry,
All you wenches and you snobs
And all you red-winged
Who make screwing a big crime
And you tittie twisted up my life
And pissed all over my dreams
You made me hate myself
Now come on shoot me, set me free
I'm a Huboon Baby
I'm a cross between a human and an ape
I'm all gagged out
I'm gonna hoot, I'm gonna root, I'm gonna rape
People look at me and laugh
And make fun of my face
I laugh right back
I don't want to be part of the human race
Writer: GERALD V. CASALE, ROBERT L. MOTHERSBAUGH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Love Gravy
by Rick James
MMmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!
Make Love!
Gonna make love to you woman,
gonna lay you down by the fire,
and caress your womanly body make you moan and prespire,
I'm gonna get those juices flownin,
Makin love gravy
love gravy love gravy love love love,
Gonna make love to you woman,
gonna lay you down by the fire,
and caress your womanly body make you moan and prespire,
I'm gonna get those juices flownin,
Makin love gravy
love gravy love gravy love love love,
Owe,
Open up a packet of my gravy,
Baby it's burnin' just for you child,
would you like another helping of gravy,
say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch out, don't let it get in your eyes now!!!
Gonna make love to ya' woman
gonna get a little freaky to,
with langeray of leather and a bottle of super glue,
let's make a human prezel dip it in
love gravy, love gravy, love love love
Open up a packet of my gravy,
Baby it's burn in' just for you child,
would you like another helping of gravy,
baby say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
say yeah, say yeah, say yeah babe
C'mon
I like to....
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, Sure yeah
I'm gonna climb into your cockpit,
I'm gonna get those rockets firing,
Blast you into orbit,
and burn out all your wiring,
get our asses on the launchpad makin',
love gravy, love gravy love love love,
Yeah,
Open up a packet of my gravy,
Baby its burn in'just for you child,
wouldn't you like another helping of gravy,
baby say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got a whole look a gravy left baby,
Oh, those are nice,
would you like some gravy on those,
there's enough gravy to go around for everybody,
Ohhhh,
I'm gonna drown all you bitches in gravy.
(Chef:) Oh come on Rick, you don't drown bitches, dummy, that's not cool!!
Make Love!
Gonna make love to you woman,
gonna lay you down by the fire,
and caress your womanly body make you moan and prespire,
I'm gonna get those juices flownin,
Makin love gravy
love gravy love gravy love love love,
Gonna make love to you woman,
gonna lay you down by the fire,
and caress your womanly body make you moan and prespire,
I'm gonna get those juices flownin,
Makin love gravy
love gravy love gravy love love love,
Owe,
Open up a packet of my gravy,
Baby it's burnin' just for you child,
would you like another helping of gravy,
say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch out, don't let it get in your eyes now!!!
Gonna make love to ya' woman
gonna get a little freaky to,
with langeray of leather and a bottle of super glue,
let's make a human prezel dip it in
love gravy, love gravy, love love love
Open up a packet of my gravy,
Baby it's burn in' just for you child,
would you like another helping of gravy,
baby say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
say yeah, say yeah, say yeah babe
C'mon
I like to....
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, Sure yeah
I'm gonna climb into your cockpit,
I'm gonna get those rockets firing,
Blast you into orbit,
and burn out all your wiring,
get our asses on the launchpad makin',
love gravy, love gravy love love love,
Yeah,
Open up a packet of my gravy,
Baby its burn in'just for you child,
wouldn't you like another helping of gravy,
baby say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got a whole look a gravy left baby,
Oh, those are nice,
would you like some gravy on those,
there's enough gravy to go around for everybody,
Ohhhh,
I'm gonna drown all you bitches in gravy.
(Chef:) Oh come on Rick, you don't drown bitches, dummy, that's not cool!!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Feel Like Makin Love
by Ned Gerblansky
Baby, when I think about you, I think about love
Darlin', I don't live without you, and your love
If I had these golden dreams of yesterday
I would wrap you in their heaven
But ??????? dying on the way,
Feel like making love
Feel like making love
Feel like making love
Feel like making love
Baby, if I think about you, I think about love
Darlin', if I live without you, I live without love
If I had the sun and moon, and the shining
I would give you both night and day
Love so satisfying
Feel like making love
Feel like making love
Feel like making love
Feel like making love
Darlin', I don't live without you, and your love
If I had these golden dreams of yesterday
I would wrap you in their heaven
But ??????? dying on the way,
Feel like making love
Feel like making love
Feel like making love
Feel like making love
Baby, if I think about you, I think about love
Darlin', if I live without you, I live without love
If I had the sun and moon, and the shining
I would give you both night and day
Love so satisfying
Feel like making love
Feel like making love
Feel like making love
Feel like making love
Writer: MICK RALPHS, PAUL RODGERS, PAUL BERNARD RODGERS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
The Rainbow
by Ween
Many colors in the homo rainbow
Don't be afraid to let your colors shine
Many colors in the homo rainbow
Show me yours. I'm gonna show you mine
If you find a pot of gold
Every little thing is gonna work out fine
In the homo rainbow
Many colors in the homo rainbow
You give me shade from black to yellow
Many colors in the homo rainbow
A warm embrace and a kind-a hello
If you find a pot of gold
Every little thing is gonna work out fine
In the homo rainbow
If you find a pot of gold
Every little thing is gonna work out fine
In the homo rainbow
Every single color, every walk of life
In & out changin, every day and night
From the golden shores of Kansas, to the middle of Japan
reach inside your soul and learn your fellow
There are many colors in the homo rainbow
Don't be afraid to let your colors shine
Don't be ashamed of what God made you
Don't be afraid to let your colors shine
Many colors in the homo rainbow
Show me yours. I'm gonna show you mine
If you find a pot of gold
Every little thing is gonna work out fine
In the homo rainbow
Many colors in the homo rainbow
You give me shade from black to yellow
Many colors in the homo rainbow
A warm embrace and a kind-a hello
If you find a pot of gold
Every little thing is gonna work out fine
In the homo rainbow
If you find a pot of gold
Every little thing is gonna work out fine
In the homo rainbow
Every single color, every walk of life
In & out changin, every day and night
From the golden shores of Kansas, to the middle of Japan
reach inside your soul and learn your fellow
There are many colors in the homo rainbow
Don't be afraid to let your colors shine
Don't be ashamed of what God made you
Writer: MICHAEL MELCHIONDO, AARON FREEMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Tonight Is Right for Love
by Isaac Hayes
[ Featuring Meatloaf ]
(Chef)Tonight is right for love, you know I
Wanna touch you where the lights don't go
Tonight is right for love (with Meredith Baxter-Birney)
Expressing love so sweet,
I'll keep you burning like a dog in heat
Tonight is right for love (with Meredith Baxter-Birney)
We had a love that was so magical
With Meredith Baxter-Birney burning, burning in my soul
I'm not talking about Meredith Baxter-Birney today, no
I'm talking about Meredith Baxter-Birney that was on Family Ties two years ago
(Meat Loaf)After the love comes a darkness in hell,
A demon inside you like a bottomless well
Nothing is safe and everything is a lie
Love doesn't last, no matter how hard you try
Burnin', burnin', through your brain
Unthinkable pain...
(Chef) Meat
(Meat Loaf) But when you finally realize that it's all in vein
(Chef) Meat Loaf
(Meat Loaf) Splinters of wood, they can be forced through your eyes
(Chef) Meat Loaf!!!
(Meat Loaf)Cheese graters of steel being rubbed in your thighs
Your skin is comin' off and you railin' in salt!
(Chef) Meat!!! Hey Meat! Meat Loaf!!!
(Meat Loaf) What?
(Chef) Where are you goin' son?
(Meat Loaf) Oh... gosh...
(Chef) Come back to us, we're over here
(Meat Loaf) OK, oh, sorry Chef, man. Sorry.
(Chef) It's alright son, but this song is about Meredith Baxter-Birney,
Not about splinters of wood in your eyes, you need to calm down man.
(Meat Loaf) You're right
(Chef) Here, have a taco
(Meat Loaf) Taco, great, I need a taco
(Chef) You're messing up my business with Meredith Baxter-Birney. OK?
(Meat Loaf) Yeah, great
(Chef & Meat Loaf) Tonight is right for love
The rain is fallen and Jay Leno is on
Let's turn down the lights, turn up the volume
And go crazy
I'll touch your body and soul
And change the channels with remote control
'Cause tonight is right for love with Meredith Baxter-Birney
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Its a Rockin World
by Joe Strummer
Well it's a rockin' world, make no mistake about
It's a shockin' world, could be what's so great about
It's a rockin' world, there ain't nothing fake about it
Whoa whoa, now welcome to this Earth bro
Whoa whoa, we're tryin' to find an answer
Whoa whoa, we got a surface module and a belly-dancer
On the sidewalk's earth
A boy is tryin' to show a girl what he is worth
Poke on the cashflow, but he's still gonna
Go right up and ask her
Why is it barbaric is it, biological?
Why is it kinetic is it asyphysiological?
It's an epidemic, there's nothing logically
Logical, logical, logical
It's a rockin' world, make no mistake about
It's a shockin' world, could be what's so great about
It's a rockin' world, there ain't nothing fake about it
Now why do babies cry?
I asked the cold today but all he did was fly
And he took the cynic way
The laws of chaos, left us all in disarray
Now take the bumblebee, a lousy rotten' bum
Not a shred of money just a lazy buzzin' hum
He takes all our honey and for God's sake people have got to pay, that's who...
Well we go, back to base
Can't make no error in tale of this place
But home we're returnin' back to base, ase
Can only notify when, love comes to phase
Doesn't sell the bite when the - in the initial phase
Let's all go to fight in the - DNA stage
Well it's a rockin' world, make no mistake about
It's a shockin' world, that could be what's so great about
A It's a rockin' world, there ain't nothing fake about it.
It's a shockin' world, could be what's so great about
It's a rockin' world, there ain't nothing fake about it
Whoa whoa, now welcome to this Earth bro
Whoa whoa, we're tryin' to find an answer
Whoa whoa, we got a surface module and a belly-dancer
On the sidewalk's earth
A boy is tryin' to show a girl what he is worth
Poke on the cashflow, but he's still gonna
Go right up and ask her
Why is it barbaric is it, biological?
Why is it kinetic is it asyphysiological?
It's an epidemic, there's nothing logically
Logical, logical, logical
It's a rockin' world, make no mistake about
It's a shockin' world, could be what's so great about
It's a rockin' world, there ain't nothing fake about it
Now why do babies cry?
I asked the cold today but all he did was fly
And he took the cynic way
The laws of chaos, left us all in disarray
Now take the bumblebee, a lousy rotten' bum
Not a shred of money just a lazy buzzin' hum
He takes all our honey and for God's sake people have got to pay, that's who...
Well we go, back to base
Can't make no error in tale of this place
But home we're returnin' back to base, ase
Can only notify when, love comes to phase
Doesn't sell the bite when the - in the initial phase
Let's all go to fight in the - DNA stage
Well it's a rockin' world, make no mistake about
It's a shockin' world, that could be what's so great about
A It's a rockin' world, there ain't nothing fake about it.
Writer: Joe Strummer
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Mephisto and Kevin
by Primus
In 1986, the University of California Davis, sought two of the
All-time brightest stars,
Dr. Alphonze Mephesto, and Dr. Arny Abe Sacrabin,
Dr. Mephesto worked hard toward his thesis,
His goal was to genetically duplicate the DNA structure of asparagus,
So that all asparagus would grow to the same girth and length,
Giving asparagus a much more pleasant presentation in the world's
Supermarket vegetable business.
Dr. Abe Sacrabin's goal was to genetically create the greatest musical
Entertainer the world had ever seen,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin knew that if he could assemble the right elements he
Could theoretically build a DNA structure,
That would ensure his creation of talent far surpassing the average individual.
At the time, one subject of urban myth was the story that Michael
Jackson, in a effort to
Retain his youthful look and feminine vocal characteristics had his
Testicles surgically removed,
Thereby making him a modern day Castrato,
If such a rumor were true,
Michael Jackson more than likely would have some of his semen preserved
Before the surgery to insure the future of his name and lineage.
Word came back to Dr. Abe Sacrabin,
Of a secret cold storage locker
Deep within the bowels of a used UCLA research center,
That not only contained four containers of frozen semen,
But also held a pair of testicles each was labeled with the name, Jack Michaelson.
I once heard a noise, In the night the most sentuaint voice,
The song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head,
And this is what he said
"I am gopher boy, pondering reality,
I am gopher boy, Who will buy my raspberries?"
This had to be the seed of the king of pop,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin was able to use his charm and chiseled great features
To woo a young lab technician by the name of Jennifer,
Who of course just happened to have the proper access needed to obtain a
Small vile of the precious semen.
The search for the egg was a short one,
Dr. Mephesto simply ran an ad in the classified section of an LA Music
Magazine. The ad read,
"Wanted, unfertilized human eggs for genetic experiment.
Donors must have musical background."
With a plethora of young eager wannabe musical stardoms,
Willing to sell their eggs,
The two doctors, after rigorous auditioning, picked and purchased.
Dr. Abe Sacrabin felt that it would be far less complicated legally,
If the fetus was brought to term in the womb of a non human.
He had long since secured the services of the University Volleyball
Mascot,
A llama by the name of Missy.
When the baby was ready,
The child was removed via cesarean.
It was a healthy baby boy, and he was named Kevin.
I once heard a noise, In the night the most sentuaint voice,
The song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head,
And this is what he said,
"I am gopher boy, pondering reality,
I am gopher boy, Who will buy my raspberries?"
Kevin was a beautiful child,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin sought to it that Kevin was trained by the best in all
Aspects of performing, his voice was golden
And had a sweetness to it that most males lacked.
He moved with grace and was able to moonwalk by the time he was three.
As Kevin grew with talent, Dr. Abe Sacrabin started noticing odd
Developments in his physical state.
When Kevin lost his baby teeth, his secondaries came in with a vengeance,
They were at least twice the size as a normal adult's and the two in
Front stuck nearly straight out, also as Kevin reached the 8th year,
He was the same height as he was when he was 4.
To top it off, he was growing hair all over and his penis was enormous,
Even by adult standards.
It also dawned on the doctor
That even through all the years of hearing Kevin's singing,
He rarely spoke, often chosing
To communicate through various grunts and gurgles
I once heard a voice, In the night the most sentuaint voice,
The song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head,
And this is what he said,
"I am gopher boy, pondering reality,
I am Gopher Boy, who will buy my raspberries?"
Other's were noticing the changes in Kevin,
The children began to tease him, and call him "Gopher Boy".
One Day, a bully by the name of Big Roy, started throwing bananas at him,
Soon a crowd of kids were all throwing bananas.
Suddenly, in a fury, Kevin rushed at Big Roy and bit 3 fingers off on his left hand.
Kevin was taken away and placed in the custody of the state,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin actions were found out,
But because there was no legislation concerning the genetic construction
Of another human being,
No criminal charges were brought forth.
The medical association's board of ethics stripped him of all his
Credentials and his reputation was ruined,
In fact, his name became so synonymous with failure,
That for years to come, med students around the world were known to say
In time of mishap,
"Damn, I feel just like Abe Sacrabin."
Dr. Mephesto immediately began proceeds to adopt little Kevin.
Being a noted scientist and the creator of the cloned asparagus,
It wasn't long before the two were legally united as father and son.
They moved to Colorado, where they live in relative obscurity.
Kevin is still a boy, of few spoken words, sticking mainly to his grunts and gurgles,
But on occasion, if you listen closely, you can hear his sweet golden
Singing voice, ring out into the night, over the small town, of South Park.
"I am gopher boy pondering reality,
I am Gopher Boy, who will buy my raspberries?"
All-time brightest stars,
Dr. Alphonze Mephesto, and Dr. Arny Abe Sacrabin,
Dr. Mephesto worked hard toward his thesis,
His goal was to genetically duplicate the DNA structure of asparagus,
So that all asparagus would grow to the same girth and length,
Giving asparagus a much more pleasant presentation in the world's
Supermarket vegetable business.
Dr. Abe Sacrabin's goal was to genetically create the greatest musical
Entertainer the world had ever seen,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin knew that if he could assemble the right elements he
Could theoretically build a DNA structure,
That would ensure his creation of talent far surpassing the average individual.
At the time, one subject of urban myth was the story that Michael
Jackson, in a effort to
Retain his youthful look and feminine vocal characteristics had his
Testicles surgically removed,
Thereby making him a modern day Castrato,
If such a rumor were true,
Michael Jackson more than likely would have some of his semen preserved
Before the surgery to insure the future of his name and lineage.
Word came back to Dr. Abe Sacrabin,
Of a secret cold storage locker
Deep within the bowels of a used UCLA research center,
That not only contained four containers of frozen semen,
But also held a pair of testicles each was labeled with the name, Jack Michaelson.
I once heard a noise, In the night the most sentuaint voice,
The song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head,
And this is what he said
"I am gopher boy, pondering reality,
I am gopher boy, Who will buy my raspberries?"
This had to be the seed of the king of pop,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin was able to use his charm and chiseled great features
To woo a young lab technician by the name of Jennifer,
Who of course just happened to have the proper access needed to obtain a
Small vile of the precious semen.
The search for the egg was a short one,
Dr. Mephesto simply ran an ad in the classified section of an LA Music
Magazine. The ad read,
"Wanted, unfertilized human eggs for genetic experiment.
Donors must have musical background."
With a plethora of young eager wannabe musical stardoms,
Willing to sell their eggs,
The two doctors, after rigorous auditioning, picked and purchased.
Dr. Abe Sacrabin felt that it would be far less complicated legally,
If the fetus was brought to term in the womb of a non human.
He had long since secured the services of the University Volleyball
Mascot,
A llama by the name of Missy.
When the baby was ready,
The child was removed via cesarean.
It was a healthy baby boy, and he was named Kevin.
I once heard a noise, In the night the most sentuaint voice,
The song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head,
And this is what he said,
"I am gopher boy, pondering reality,
I am gopher boy, Who will buy my raspberries?"
Kevin was a beautiful child,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin sought to it that Kevin was trained by the best in all
Aspects of performing, his voice was golden
And had a sweetness to it that most males lacked.
He moved with grace and was able to moonwalk by the time he was three.
As Kevin grew with talent, Dr. Abe Sacrabin started noticing odd
Developments in his physical state.
When Kevin lost his baby teeth, his secondaries came in with a vengeance,
They were at least twice the size as a normal adult's and the two in
Front stuck nearly straight out, also as Kevin reached the 8th year,
He was the same height as he was when he was 4.
To top it off, he was growing hair all over and his penis was enormous,
Even by adult standards.
It also dawned on the doctor
That even through all the years of hearing Kevin's singing,
He rarely spoke, often chosing
To communicate through various grunts and gurgles
I once heard a voice, In the night the most sentuaint voice,
The song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head,
And this is what he said,
"I am gopher boy, pondering reality,
I am Gopher Boy, who will buy my raspberries?"
Other's were noticing the changes in Kevin,
The children began to tease him, and call him "Gopher Boy".
One Day, a bully by the name of Big Roy, started throwing bananas at him,
Soon a crowd of kids were all throwing bananas.
Suddenly, in a fury, Kevin rushed at Big Roy and bit 3 fingers off on his left hand.
Kevin was taken away and placed in the custody of the state,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin actions were found out,
But because there was no legislation concerning the genetic construction
Of another human being,
No criminal charges were brought forth.
The medical association's board of ethics stripped him of all his
Credentials and his reputation was ruined,
In fact, his name became so synonymous with failure,
That for years to come, med students around the world were known to say
In time of mishap,
"Damn, I feel just like Abe Sacrabin."
Dr. Mephesto immediately began proceeds to adopt little Kevin.
Being a noted scientist and the creator of the cloned asparagus,
It wasn't long before the two were legally united as father and son.
They moved to Colorado, where they live in relative obscurity.
Kevin is still a boy, of few spoken words, sticking mainly to his grunts and gurgles,
But on occasion, if you listen closely, you can hear his sweet golden
Singing voice, ring out into the night, over the small town, of South Park.
"I am gopher boy pondering reality,
I am Gopher Boy, who will buy my raspberries?"
Writer: BRYAN KEI MANTIA, LES CLAYPOOL, REID L. III LALONDE, TREY PARKER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Mentally Dull [Think Tank Remix]
by Vitro
Everybody hates me!
Why do you suppose that is?
Because I'm the son of the devil!
Uh huh that's a good start, why else?
Dude this is pretty f*cked up right here!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
You bastards!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Say some thing Mr. Hankey (Ah)
Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Dude, Kenny is dead.
Hello there children.
Let me sing you a little song
I'm gonna make love to you woman
Well you ain't Veiona Apple,
And if you ain't Veiona Apple I don't give a rat's ass.
What would drive a man to such a disgusting act?
My god that's disgusting!
Whoa dude, how do you have sex with a chicken?
Dumb asses!
Ow!
God damn it!
Dude!
Huh sick
Ah
You get you bitch ass back in the kitchen, and make me some pie!
What the hell would you know you fat sweaty mongoloid?
Don't call me fat buttf*cker!
You're such a fat f*ck Cartman,
That when you walk down the street people say,
God damnit that kid's a big fat f*ck!
Hey!
I mean your one screwed up little kid, do you understand?
He is a very disturbed little boy.
Ms. You want some Cheesy Poofs?
Yeah I want Cheesy Poofs!
Ms. You can have a ensy wensy bit can't you?
Well?
Ms. Just a wensy ensy woo-woo?
Okay!
Ms. I bought you some Cheesy Poofs and Happy tarts
God Damnit!
Ms. Just a wensy ensy woo-woo?
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
You bastards!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Say some thing Mr. Hankey (Ah)
Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Dude, Kenny is dead.
Dumb ass, what a retard!
Fatso!
Hey.
Dude.
Don't be such a little wuss!
Fruitcake!
Bitch.
Wendy T: No, I'm not acting like a freak!
Well I was standing out in a field
And I had this huge satellite dish
Sticking out of my butt,
And than there were hundreds of cows and aliens, and
Then I went up on the ship,
And Scott Baio gave me pinkeye!
What the hell are you talking about!
There are no stupid questions, just stupid people!
Barf is gross!
Nobody gives a rat's ass!
Lunchy munchys umm!
At least my mom isn't on the cover of Crack & Whore magazine!
Don't call me fat buttf*cker
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
You bastards!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Yeah I want da cheezy poof!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Hiddy Ho!
Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Holy Shit it's Jesus!
Pigf*cker!
Dude don't say pigf*cker in front of Jesus
Yay, believe in me, and ye shall find peace!
Wearing very very black shorts,
The king of all that is evil,
Barbera Striesand, Barbera Striesand!
I'm Barbera Striesand!
Barbera Striesand?
Barbera Striesand
Kick the baby!
Ike: Don't kick the baby!
Leonard Maltin
Sydney Potier
Sydney Potier!
Oh yeah.
Piss ass little hick!
You ugly scank!
Damn your black heart, Barbera Stiesand! Hey!
Why don't you stop dressin' me up like a mailman,
And making me dance for
You, while you go and smoke crack in your bedroom
And have sex with some
Guy I don't even know on my dad's bed!
This is pretty f*cked up right here!
Let us remember the good times, Kenny would have wanted it that way!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
You bastards!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Total weirdo freak!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Oh my god!
Oh my god
Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Dude Kenny is dead!
Oh!
Oh oh!
Ow
Well, Kyle's mom a bitch, she a big fat bitch,
She the biggest bitch in the whole
Wide world. She's a
Stupid bitch, if there ever was a bitch.
She's a bitch to all the boys and girls.
Monday, she's a bitch.
On Tuesdays, she's a bitch and Wednesday through Saturday,
She's a bitch.
Then on Sunday, just to be different,
She's a super King Kamayamaya beeyoch.
Have you ever met my friend Kyle's mom?
She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide
World. She's a
Mean old bitch and has stupid hair.
She's a B-B-B-B-B-bitch.
B-B-B-B-B-B-cause she's
A stupid
Bitch. Kyle's mom's a bitch
And she's just a dirty bitch.
Kyle's mom is a bitcha.
Why do you suppose that is?
Because I'm the son of the devil!
Uh huh that's a good start, why else?
Dude this is pretty f*cked up right here!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
You bastards!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Say some thing Mr. Hankey (Ah)
Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Dude, Kenny is dead.
Hello there children.
Let me sing you a little song
I'm gonna make love to you woman
Well you ain't Veiona Apple,
And if you ain't Veiona Apple I don't give a rat's ass.
What would drive a man to such a disgusting act?
My god that's disgusting!
Whoa dude, how do you have sex with a chicken?
Dumb asses!
Ow!
God damn it!
Dude!
Huh sick
Ah
You get you bitch ass back in the kitchen, and make me some pie!
What the hell would you know you fat sweaty mongoloid?
Don't call me fat buttf*cker!
You're such a fat f*ck Cartman,
That when you walk down the street people say,
God damnit that kid's a big fat f*ck!
Hey!
I mean your one screwed up little kid, do you understand?
He is a very disturbed little boy.
Ms. You want some Cheesy Poofs?
Yeah I want Cheesy Poofs!
Ms. You can have a ensy wensy bit can't you?
Well?
Ms. Just a wensy ensy woo-woo?
Okay!
Ms. I bought you some Cheesy Poofs and Happy tarts
God Damnit!
Ms. Just a wensy ensy woo-woo?
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
You bastards!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Say some thing Mr. Hankey (Ah)
Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Dude, Kenny is dead.
Dumb ass, what a retard!
Fatso!
Hey.
Dude.
Don't be such a little wuss!
Fruitcake!
Bitch.
Wendy T: No, I'm not acting like a freak!
Well I was standing out in a field
And I had this huge satellite dish
Sticking out of my butt,
And than there were hundreds of cows and aliens, and
Then I went up on the ship,
And Scott Baio gave me pinkeye!
What the hell are you talking about!
There are no stupid questions, just stupid people!
Barf is gross!
Nobody gives a rat's ass!
Lunchy munchys umm!
At least my mom isn't on the cover of Crack & Whore magazine!
Don't call me fat buttf*cker
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
You bastards!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Yeah I want da cheezy poof!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Hiddy Ho!
Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Holy Shit it's Jesus!
Pigf*cker!
Dude don't say pigf*cker in front of Jesus
Yay, believe in me, and ye shall find peace!
Wearing very very black shorts,
The king of all that is evil,
Barbera Striesand, Barbera Striesand!
I'm Barbera Striesand!
Barbera Striesand?
Barbera Striesand
Kick the baby!
Ike: Don't kick the baby!
Leonard Maltin
Sydney Potier
Sydney Potier!
Oh yeah.
Piss ass little hick!
You ugly scank!
Damn your black heart, Barbera Stiesand! Hey!
Why don't you stop dressin' me up like a mailman,
And making me dance for
You, while you go and smoke crack in your bedroom
And have sex with some
Guy I don't even know on my dad's bed!
This is pretty f*cked up right here!
Let us remember the good times, Kenny would have wanted it that way!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
You bastards!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Total weirdo freak!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Oh my god!
Oh my god
Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Dude Kenny is dead!
Oh!
Oh oh!
Ow
Well, Kyle's mom a bitch, she a big fat bitch,
She the biggest bitch in the whole
Wide world. She's a
Stupid bitch, if there ever was a bitch.
She's a bitch to all the boys and girls.
Monday, she's a bitch.
On Tuesdays, she's a bitch and Wednesday through Saturday,
She's a bitch.
Then on Sunday, just to be different,
She's a super King Kamayamaya beeyoch.
Have you ever met my friend Kyle's mom?
She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide
World. She's a
Mean old bitch and has stupid hair.
She's a B-B-B-B-B-bitch.
B-B-B-B-B-B-cause she's
A stupid
Bitch. Kyle's mom's a bitch
And she's just a dirty bitch.
Kyle's mom is a bitcha.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Chef Aid: The South Park Album is a 1998 soundtrack album based on the American animated comedy series South Park. Several well-known artists perform on the record, which was mainly produced by Rick Rubin. Chef Aid contains a number of songs from and inspired by the show, while other songs are largely independent from South Park. The album was released during the show's second season, shortly after the broadcast of the episode called "Chef Aid", which features many of the stars and songs that appear on the recording. Soul singer Isaac Hayes appears in character as Chef throughout the album, which mimicks a live concert.
Chef Aid: The South Park Album was made available in 3 different versions: "Clean", "Explicit", and "Extreme". The Explicit version contains profanities (including "fuck") and carries a Parental Advisory sticker, but it is still censored, even for lesser profanities, such as "goose shit". The Extreme version is completely uncensored.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s):
Soundtrack, Comedy, punk rock, soul, hip hop, alternative rock Chef Aid: The South Park Album was made available in 3 different versions: "Clean", "Explicit", and "Extreme". The Explicit version contains profanities (including "fuck") and carries a Parental Advisory sticker, but it is still censored, even for lesser profanities, such as "goose shit". The Extreme version is completely uncensored.
-Wikipedia
Length: 76:42
Released: November 24th, 1998
Year: 1998