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4. | Football Trivia: Who Was It? |
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6. | Intermission |
7. | Football Trivia: A True Legend |
8. | Rio Bravo Remix |
9. | Genesis 12a |
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11. | Testing |
12. | Chad's In Hi-Fi |
13. | Kerry Getz |
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15. | Step To CKY |
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18. | Jamie's Message |
19. | Arto / Rowley Part |
20. | Lynyrd Skynyrd |
21. | Shitty Christmas |
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24. | Whiter Trash |
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28. | Foreign Objects #10 |
29. | Disengage (Demo) |
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31. | The Human Drive in Hi-Fi / Ass Viking / Disengage (Soft Funk Remix) |
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1. | Ballsack |
2. | Dog Fence |
3. | Ass Voice |
4. | Shut Up For A Second |
5. | Hans |
6. | Flooded Basement |
7. | Rent-A-Tent |
8. | Order |
9. | Nooo! |
10. | Photo |
11. | Sloppy |
12. | Steve's Bag |
13. | QVC |
14. | Shitbar |
15. | Bonnie |
16. | Star 69 |
17. | Open the Gate! |
18. | Cocksucker... |
19. | Centerstarship |
20. | GI Joe |
21. | Fingers |
22. | Fe-Fi-Fo |
23. | Cap'n Crunch |
24. | Dunkin Donuts I |
25. | Dunkin Donuts II |
26. | Dunkin Donuts III |
27. | Kung-Fu |
28. | Echo |
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30. | Rambo |
31. | Eagles Tickets |
32. | Vacuum |
33. | Car |
34. | Tung |
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You better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout I'm telling you why
Cause I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you! Fuck!
He's making a list, he's checking it twice
He's gonna find out who's a fucker...
And nobody's getting fuck! You hear me?
Nobody's getting any toys! FUCK!
Nobody's getting fuck!
He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake
He doesn't know a god damn thing 'cause the whole fucking thing is fake
"Santa, is there anything I can do?"
"Is there anything you can do? You can GET BACK TO WORK!"
You better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout I'm telling you why
Cause I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you! Fuck!
He's making a list, he's checking it twice
He's gonna find out who's a fucker...
And nobody's getting fuck! You hear me?
Nobody's getting any more toys! FUCK!
I want some fuckin sleep
He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake
Your stocking's filled with coal because you're a spoiled brat-ass dick
You better make sure you learn how to spell
Cause if you don't you're burning in hell
Santa Claus is coming, I said Santa Claus is coming,
I said Santa Claus is coming, I said Santa Claus is coming,
Santa Claus is coming to town
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F-F-F-Foolin
Stop foolin myself f-f-f-faggot
Jess is a faggot, a f-f-faggot, YEAH!
Fuckin FOOLIN' F-F-F-Foolin
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I spent 20 years trying to get out of this place
I was lookin' for something I couldn't replace
I was runnin' away from the only thing I've ever known
And like a blind dog without a bone
I was a gypsyu lost in the twilight zone
I hijacked a rainbow and crashed into a pot of gold
I've been there, done that, I ain't lookin' that
The seeds I've sown, saving dimes, spending too much time on the telephone...
Who says you can't go home...
Who says you can't go home
There's only one place that call me one of their own
Just a hometown boy, born a rolling-stone, who says you can't go home
Who says you can't go back, been around all around the world and
that's a matter of fact
There's only one place left I want to go, who says you can't go home
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright...
I went as far as I could, I tried to find a new face
There isn't one of these lines that I would erase
I left a million mile of memories on that road
And every step I take I know that I'm not alone
You take the home from the boy, but not the boy from his home
These are my streets, the only life I've ever known, who says you can't go home
Who says you can't go home
There's only one place that call me one of their own
Just a hometown boy, born a rolling-stone, who says you can't go home
Who says you can't go back, been around all around the world and
that's a matter of fact
There's only one place left I want to go, who says you can't go home
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright...
(Guitar Solo)
I've been there, done that, I ain't looking that
It's been a long long road
Feels like I've never left, that's how the story goes
It doesn't matter where you are, doesn't matter where you go
If it's a million miles aways or just a mile up the road
Take it in, take it with you when you go, who says you can't go home
Who says you can't go home
Taken from
There's only one place that call me one of their own
Just a hometown boy, born a rolling-stone, who says you can't go home
Who says you can't go back, been around all around the world and
that's a matter of fact
There's only one place left I want to go, who says you can't go home
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright...
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Football Trivia: Who Was It? |
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You know what makes me happy
The things that make you sad
The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
I found my indecision
The product of the media grime
The feel that I control have you press rewind
And now I'm on the wings
Hoping that you'll hear
Don't bother to respond
You love to hear me again
And when the sun beams down all of your lies
Close, close, yeah close the light
The sky's all grey in the barracks I know I'm a lousy hero
The classic i can feel is that of a memory
And you are peering down through parascopic eyes
Close, close, yeah close (conscience)
I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
We'll drive the band to Shippensberg
And hope that we get played
And in the end of a season
The voices turn it all off
The things that were so meaningless
'Til the next one comes along
I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
We'll drive the band to Shippensberg
And hope that we get played
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Football Trivia: A True Legend |
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I want cheese but I can't digest the shit
I'm on a leave in the middle of Washington
These are some of the things I can't eat
It's yogurt, milk, and cheese that makes me shit
I can not not not have nothing
But when I eat dairy my bowels do flow
Uh-oh I think I shit myself (ohhh!)
I had some ice cream and...
I'll be back, I'm goin' to the can!
He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts
He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts
He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts
He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts
Surpass the old with it's temporal spins,
I got the balls,but the boss will win, I say
I gotta walk and I'll walk again, I say
I'm belly up, I might break down, oww
Putrid instincts
Stop putting down, I'm losing this time, yeah
WASTE OF LIFE, I'LL BEAT YOU DOWN
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Rising up, back on the streets!
Took my time, took my chances!
Now im here, prepared to survive,
Want to stay alive, FUCK YOU, die!
The eye of the tiger is the cream of the fight!
Rising up to abolish your father, fuck you!
Just a man and his will to survive
I kill you, you eat my shit and die! Fuck you die!
You drink my god damn piss!!
Oh my god I could have fucked you in the first place
I shit in your father's fuckin face
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You can't stop it if I stop you I can
Here comes Jess, the garbage man
Ooh ahh, I'll page ya on your face and then I'll place ya
Inside of my cell room, where we can fuck you in the ass with a broom
And a baseball bat, swing for the reaches
Swing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitches
Cut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleed
We used to call pants britches!
Ha yeah oh no! Yes yo no Mr. Homo
All right let's settle down it's time for class and Mr. Robins Brown
Aw, yeah suckas, gather up! It's about time you busted a nut!
'Bout time you let go, bout time
You found out retarded people are slow
But there's more to recite cause they can't hide their true feelings
True stealing I'm jumpin' all for you
Can you feel my card hand dealing? I'm dealin lucky numbers
And if you're the next one you might stumble down that
Flight of stairs, but I don't care there ain't no help for you
There ain't no repair you might end up make you bleed
You ain't movin, Christopher Reeves Oh no! Oh no!
Yo I'm still me, I'm still the same, I'm still the same I ever been
I'm still the betta best best that there ever been
And then I pissed down my throat I tried to row a boat
I tried to see Ryan Gee float but he just can't
He took off his pants he put frogs and ants right up his ass
Creepin' around, he was in a dream tryin to scheme
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Who wants to taste my general tso...you want to taste my general tso
I'm-a give it to you now
Who like my chopstick
hit you when I shit with my little-ass dick. Yellow
If you wanna see me eat Jell-O
I never seen nothin' like you before
I can kick you higher than you can kick me
I can kick you way up into a tree
Who wants a taste of my oo-long tea? Ho ha ho ha ho chi chi
Everybody in the phone book name Chang wanna see my wang?
Neva Good God hit the gong with a bang. WAAA?
Everybody wanna see me throw a fireball but that's not right not in real life
You will fall down and break a leg
Everybody wanna see me break a leg? Well I don't
but I like fried rice and I got lice
Ching chow woah ching wang woo wice
that ain't nice Four for the cookie I only touch it twice
Delivery is free but not from me I only charge a dolla fifty
fifty five. wanna see me GO GAA? Hit you with the lang. HAI YA!
War when I hit you with the shit do a split
Take a shit have to go eat my shit kung-fu
Want my buffet? You fucking gay, ah
Wai-lo hit you with the hay Stay the fuck away
Hit you in the balls. Only Americans eat duck sauce
And my soy sauce is for you, I can put it in your shoe
Watch this- I can tiptoe while you take a piss
In my bathroom spy on you while your little boy shits
WAAAAAAAAI-YAH!
I can kick you if you don't pay the bill
And if you want a little mint, that's fifty cent, bitch
Everything cost a little bit
So don't expect nothin for free, at least from me Ching Chang Chewie
I got you from Taiwan city and Hong Kong
I just smoked a bong and I can do it all night long
And don't mistake me for a Viet Cong
I can get you and tackle you take you never see me
When I get you and make you
Rope you up and put you in a bamboo cage and make you feel all my rage
Poke you with a little stick till you page your buddies to come napalm me
God damn that shit burned blew away my whole city
Ho Chi Minh Shoot a load on your chin
God damn thats a sad goygo goodbye
And if you wanna come on in
You can work in to my world where the yellow shit begins HAI YA
Can't be tamed
I got shit to control your brain and it's called
Egg Foo Yung, En Lo Main
So come on in baby and have it just the same HAI YA! HAAAAAH!
No wok tow ung di day
HA, I don't suppose ha haha Huh?
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Up on the housetop Santa Clause
He was fidgeting with his balls
Down to the chimney with broken toys
To fondle all the little boys
Ho, ho, ho, hey lets go
Santa's gonna give us all a blow
Up on the housetop, Suck my dick
Barbara Jean's ass makes me sick
Up on the housetop Santa Clause
He was fidgeting with his balls
down to the chimney with broken toys
to fondle all the little boys
Ho ho ho, hey lets go
Santa's gonna give us all a blow
Up on the housetop, click click click
Barbara Jean's ass makes me sick
Up on the housetop Santa Clause
He was fidgeting with his balls
down to the chimney with broken toys
to fondle all the little boys
Ho, ho, ho, hey lets go
Santa's gonna give us all a blow
Up on the housetop, Suck my dick
Barbara Jean's ass makes me sick
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On the first day of christmas my true love gave to me,
A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the second day of christmas my true love gave to me,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the third day of christmas my true love gave to me,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the fourth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the fith day of christmas my true love gave to me,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the sixth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
SIX UCLAMINGS,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the seventh day of christmas my true love gave to me,
SEVEN CHICKEN GIZZARDS,
SIX UCLAMINGS,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the eighth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
Eight doo-doo-DOO-doo,
SEVEN CHICKEN GIZZARDS,
SIX UCLAMINGS,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the ninth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
NINE, AND
Eight doo-doo-DOO-doo,
SEVEN CHICKEN GIZZARDS,
SIX UCLAMINGS,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the tenth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
TEN DEBBIE GIZZARDS,
NINE, AND
Eight doo-doo-DOO-doo,
SEVEN CHICKEN GIZZARDS,
SIX UCLAMINGS,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the eleventeenth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
ELEVENTEEN S.T.L.D.'S,
TEN DEBBIE GIZZARDS,
NINE, AND
Eight doo-doo-DOO-doo,
SEVEN CHICKEN GIZZARDS,
SIX UCLAMINGS,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the twelth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
TWELVE TUNA-TWAT,
ELEVENTEEN S.T.L.D.'S,
TEN DEBBIE GIZZARDS,
NINE, AND
Eight doo-doo-DOO-doo,
SEVEN CHICKEN GIZZARDS,
SIX UCLAMINGS,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
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Lock my up inside my room
Keep my where I wont let loose
Leave a monster in my bed
Don't forget me, I'm not dead
You forget my memory ????
Maybe I was ????
You forget my indecision ???????? control
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Woke me up to my own ????
Dropped
People ask me ???????????? innocence is ???
???? dropped me on my head ?????????
Living on my own ?????????????
????????
Woke me up to my own ????
Dropped
Dropped
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Some people don't know
Don't know what is wrong
So they're knee deep
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Alright. This is me...shittin'
(Sounds of a bowel movement)
Oh
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The mirror doesn't look like them
I guess it never will
What would you say
If I took a piece for me?
Happiness is your best friend
It doesn't appeal to me
Have you ever seen me?
As I talk it lets you down
You're finally used to me
But they never talk your way
The universe is in your hands
That doesn't appeal to me
What would they say
If I took a piece for me?
Happiness is your best friend
It doesn't appeal to me
Have you ever seen me?
As I talk it lets you down
You're finally used to me
But they never talk your way
The mirror doesn't look like them
I guess it never will
What would you say
If I took a piece for me?
Happiness is your best friend
It doesn't appeal to me
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Hello?
Hey, Whats up?
Hey, Who is this?
Nothin', God dude. I want to slip it into you so bad. What are you doin' tonight?
(Hangs up)
(Laughs)
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