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sLiMebALL driVeBye

 

Raised in a small town where guys and gals

tossed they’re private parts around

like a hot potato

when the music stopped

everybody got TWAT

hop scotch to the crotch shot

rock the shot spot

toss the cumquat to your crew

what you gonna do

with the cockatoo round your neck like a necklace

girls boys check this one off your check list

been done did that miss match maker

make me a wish find me a find

I wanna find a real deep-dish

bass with a bass line

take my no matter which state of mind I’m in

slime ball wheels grindin’

stealing kisses from the concrete

walkin’ like a zombie to a bomb beat

bombin’ hills built to spill

what’s your hobbie

drama abercrombie’s

bitch pays the big bucks

what’s up with the real chucks

dvs kicks it with finesse on my indie trucks

like a monster with Frankenstein posture off 64th and foster.

“I’ve got the mic in the right and the beer in the left

Bad breath in the mouth and the south in the step

I’ve got the mic in the right and the beer in the left

Bad breath in the mouth and the south in the step”

Cats with their felonies

portland with the melodies

pabst blue ribbon be give my belly be

stuffed from the carbohydrates irate

my date and I migrated from the east to the

west-side northwest of the southeast

to the southeast of the northwest

on a quest for change some people think I’m strange

for leaving gainesville caught in the scene

I mean I need a pain pill

down with the indo up with the window

top notch hot box pop rocks bimbos

in the closet with the fat deposit

corset on my foreheaded forehead I’m a hobbit

get around like frodo oh no

goin on tour through you town with a go go

dancer named shaqueeta hot like a heater

chicken headed clown with a pound of reefer

bumbin to the sound of the boom box speaker

peter you know you wanna meet her

“I’ve got the mic in the right and the beer in the left

Bad breath in the mouth and the south in the step

I’ve got the mic in the right and the beer in the left

Bad breath in the mouth and the south in the step”

I come from the land of coochie

oooh she’s wearing daisy-dukes she’s a hoochie

tanning bed groopie don’t sue me miss beauty

gob your eyes with dies and guys slide you roofies

I’m a goofy foot

on my way to West-Lynn best when dryness

soakin’ up my eyelids excited brightness

beaming through the skies highness

slashes sounding like crashes and violence

old school stylist

cutting up the creet like a beat

cut up by a deejay

we stay in the deep end

creeping faster than the freeway

pumpin’ corners everyday

“I’ve got the mic in the right and the beer in the left

Bad breath in the mouth and the south in the step

I’ve got the mic in the right and the beer in the left

Bad breath in the mouth and the south in the step”

 

BeRtha Vs. UrsuLa

 

Anger I said I’m danger

I’d like to hang your platta-pussy on a hanger

And watch it dangle until it strangles

Your point of view from each and every different angle

Your tongue is tangled all mingled mangled

I tied it like a bracelet tight around your ankle

No circulation left an abrasion

Sage plus sage equals a rage n equation

Go throw some dishes she’s fuckin’ vicious

Takes built up anger out on others when she wishes

For satisfaction a slight reaction

leaves her a borne again bitch straight laxen

From all her bitchin’ I started twitching

Shitin’ shaten yapity yapen and spittin’

Woke up a monster hauled off and punched her

I put her in a place that straight stumped her

“She needs a coffee cigarette 10 hours of sleep some weed and yet

She’s still a monster in disguise there’s no surprise to me I bet

She’ll try to bring me to her level

Oh so low it can’t be treble

She’s a heavy metal devil shittin’ bricks and throwin’ pebbles”

M e l o d – to the suck these

And while you’re on your knees

Clean your platta-pussy

Cause it smells funk

All up in you punk bitch

Funk that I won’t funk with

Smellin’ not so scrumptious is

This house smells like the devil turned it out

Ass to mouth, mouth to ass matter fact it smell like crap

hanky couldn’t handle that

Permeating through the walls

I’d rather smell the balls of bats

Liven like white trash

Maggots on my eyelash

Roaches on my eyeglass

They wanna bypass

get out run for your life

I’d like to see you as a wife

Mrs. rainbow not so bright

Clean you stench our fuckin’ fight

“She needs a coffee cigarette 10 hours of sleep some weed and yet

She’s still a monster in disguise there’s no surprise to me I bet

She’ll try to bring me to her level

Oh so low it can’t be treble

She’s a heavy metal devil shittin’ bricks and throwin’ pebbles”

Go cry to mommy bout your issues

Wipe those tears with beers and tissues

Misuse time with petty nonsense and

I’ll smack sense in your conscious

Wastin’ space up in my kitchen betty crocker keep on wishin’

Cause the only thing I’m dishin’ to the outhouse is your bitchin’

My bitchin’ my bitchin’ is not my disposition

But I found ants on the stove top in the dinosaur position

Eatin’ the cake you left out late last night

Lickin’ icing off each others toes despite

Me and my essential  need to be tidy

Neat straight sparkling

you need a man like mr. clean

he’ll do your dishes he’s a dream

he’ll do them till he’s blistering

but until then you deal you with me

s a g e me so bubbly and pissed

go to hell you’ve been dismissed

you dirty bitch clean your mouth so you can kiss

my ass porno-mags and the rags and the flab

of the hags and the shwag in your bag what a drag

zip your lips and be glad coochie snag having

dank ass douche bag you even made my pooch mad

found your peas in my drain

Will you please, please explain

Why you think your sink is cleaner than mine

Its just the same

Leaving coffee grounds up on my counter stank shorts on my porch

I’d like to light your lifestyle up with my scorching torch

Settin’ fire to desire of runnin’ this house like an empire

You think your higher well go fuck an oscar-myer

Cause I’d hate to yank your string pull your stool or toot your twat

Appreciate the dust under your bust it’s what you’ve got

 

“She needs a coffee cigarette 10 hours of sleep some weed and yet

She’s still a monster in disguise

there’s no surprise to me I bet

She’ll try to bring me to her level

Oh so low it can’t be treble

She’s a heavy metal devil shittin’ bricks and throwin’ pebbles”

 

juNk

I like junk cause I’m punk

Delinquent to my body

Got the feeling for the flavor of the funk.

Cause I’m drunk I could hump sugar daddies in a caddy

with the thump in the rump lift the trunk

like a skunk for a chunk of the scrumptious

bunches of munches sun chips and punches

punchin’ your munchin’

hunchin’ your crunchin’ with munchkins in London

I don’t know why but I’d die for a funion covered in grease

I at least need a piece of the tease on my knees

Beggin’ you please!!!

Give me a bite of the hype or ill swipe

right from under your nose all your clothes

from your head to your toes like the pros on ho-hos

I can flows till you throws

candy at my feet

tappin’ to sweets

I’m apart I’m a piece

I’m a handy candy rapper unwrappin’ candies

“Slowly down the hatchet goes

no carrots corn or cabbage

She’s a cotton candy queen

Growin’ out her jeans

Slowly down the hatchet goes no carrots corn or cabbage

She’s a cotton candy quEEn

And the junk makes her scREAM”

I go goNUTs for doughnuts

dorritos cheetos burritos taquitos

I could eat gazebos

deep fried see I got the taste for the tasty

my tongue has a mind of it’s own and it makes me crave

i’m a slave to the craving for sweet

unique treats like shredded wheat’s

and toaster stroodles I eat ‘em with my poodle

when it’s greasy i’m easy mickey-d he likes to tease me

I can order from a car in a bar

 and it feeds me till I’m stuffed

Fuck puffed rice

Two bowls down scrounging for a pizza slice

Chowin’ down on air doesn’t compare

chicken pad-thai makes my nostrils flare

no I don’t wanna share

this peanut butter cup baby cakes stuffin’ my face

grubbin’ what it takes to make me feel complete

general tao’s spicy sauce is the sauce for me

with that MSG that doesn’t like saucy

up your hole goes a whole head of broccoli

don’t panic if it’s not organic

manic hammock full of prunes keep your gas to yourself

and relax with a moon pie

I will eat junk food till I die

cause my taste buds wanna live life

dancin’ on my tongue like I’m hung hi

Ho it’s off to the pantry we go

with twix and pixi sticks on the brain

If I had it my way I’d be a candy cane

“Slowly down the hatchet

goes no carrots corn or cabbage

She’s a cotton candy queen

Growin’ out her jeans

Slowly down the hatchet goes no carrots corn or cabbage

She’s a cotton candy quEEn

And the junk makes her scREAM”

My teeth black like licorice

zits have a itty bitty clitoris

envision myself as ridiculous

comical on candy bubble yum mandy

found gum in her bum and it was kinda sandy

I’ll chitchat with a kit-kat if ya get back

I’m gonna hit that cat up for a snick snack snicker

Steal the malt out your liquor my hips are hipper

The more I eat my figure

matters less won’t impress with my body weight or breast

Just my mind sole and rhyme and the time I invest

Into stuffing my face full of shit

I mean yesterday I even gave the toilet a lick.

Alternate ending……

*Into stuffing my mouth full of fat

Try this at home and have a heart attack.*

“Slowly down the hatchet

goes no carrots corn or cabbage

She’s a cotton candy queen

Growin’ out her jeans

Slowly down the hatchet goes no carrots corn or cabbage

She’s a cotton candy quEEn

And the junk makes her scREAM”

 

WHitE liEs

Took a drug test at a hospital

Peed out some weed that’s impossible

I only smoked the dope on Halloween

Got a new job gotta keep my myself clean

Cut what’s up that just ain’t my style

Old fogies told me dress you best and smile

Reeee I don’t think so try again

Givin’ in to the man to buy a 10¢ pen

At the interview dressed to impress

Why do we lie to buy success?

This concept sucks like a chemistry class

Ya want to get hired conform bitch-ass

I’m a strong believer of the truth

If you don’t believe me ask my tooth

Lost it on a sub from the grocery store

Money in my pocket but I’m a cheap whore

Stuck it in my jacket got it home and took a bite

Lost my front tooth with my appetite

Instant karma kicked me in the shitter

Balled up poop and some sticky kitty litter

If you agree repeat after me

Shove it up your snatch with a daiquiri

I asked this girl how she got her job

She said you gotta screw or slob the knob

Now I’m not the type of bitch down to kiss ass

But in order to buy beer you have to make the cash

I try to bite my tongue sometimes

But when it comes to truth I’m fighting crime

“I’m not who you wish I was you wish I was”

When I see servers smile I snatch it from their face

You’d have to be a mental case to be happy in that place

At work I go bizerk and try not to use my mouth

But when it gets dirty we all know I’m from the south

I bet your curious how I lost my last job

lied to get hired told the truth and got robbed

I guess this is another one of karmas little games

now I’m unemployed and theirs trauma to my brain

This situation is a little different from the rest

To landed the job by adding tissue paper to my breast

I also wore eyeliner and an absurd amount of blush

To cover up the pimples the wrinkles the crust

High heels make me tall I just lost ten pounds

Now the legs are long enough to spread a mountain

Go around

So why do you say you want to hire me today

I talk back act wack slack and jack snacks 6 packs

And laugh at ass cracks and flashbacks

drink stacks of fat flasks

And come to work smashed

So show me the door we’re not hiring anymore

We don’t want your kind selling wine in out store

“I’m not who you wish I was you wish I was”

Tisk-tisk-tisk what a risk I’m a product selling shit

Marketing myself as the perfect little fit

Well I’m not it’s a lie if I don’t eat I’ll die

And that’s the only reason I ever even apply

I don’t give a dam about your bullshit franchise

Besides I got hired cause I told white lies.

When I grow old I’m gonna buy you out

Start my own restaurant called a foot in your mouth

And then when I’m ready I’ll post an add

And hire your daughter just to make you mad

Jenny your not smiling that’s a big mistake

It’s too bad that your dad taught me how to be fake

Oh what’s this you say you’ve had a bad day

Well mama should of taught you don’t talk back ok

This isn’t working out here’s your last paycheck

Jenny you weren’t smiling what the fuck do you expect

Die bitch die

Your goin’ down now

“I’m not who you wish I was you wish I was”

 

Garbage Pail Kid

 

Yeah so I’m melodically saucy

I like to frolic in the chronic with my posse

Don’t wear make up so my lips are never glossy

And If I do I apply it on sloppy

Everything I own is from a garage sale

When I was a kid I played the drums

on a garbage pale

Cause I was a garbage pale kid

always bidding for something better

with my friend double heather

she had two mouths two heads

and ate more cheddar

than pourin’ lauren poured martinis for leaky lindsey

always in a frenzy playing in her snot

getting’ caught by peg-leg peter on his teeter

not without my totter cause he’ll slaughter

like tongue-tied tim i’ve got a whim

that his tongue is lethal when the lights go dim

his tongue is longer than the nile wrapped around vile kyle

drinking bile with disgustin’ justin’ it makes them smile

but gives me a chill foul phil

your breath be stank what’s the deal

your all mixed up mitch

half your body’s got a twitch

and it looks like you’ve been ran over

yo jo-blow peepin’ tom’s creepin’ through overflow’s window

he needs to use the potty scotty

ate a hot tamale and couldn’t stop the flow yo

“garbage

uh hu uh hu

yeah all we really want is

garbage

uh hu uh hu uhh yeaaaaah

garbage un hu uh hu

yeah I’m a fuckin’ piece of garbage

uh hu uh hu ooh yeaaaaah”

hey ray decay where’d your teeth go

I found um on a candy cane in the streets so

You better stop eating sweets fore your dead ted

He ‘s a zombie with 28 days left

Bust a nut bob fry me fryin’ brian

hairy mary’s scary carrie I ain’t lying

heaven steven grew up  threw up and started crying

atom bombs head blew off he couldn’t stop dieing

so nervous rex sexed leaky lou

there was six holes in her body

he didn’t know what to do

so he screwed every hole and left his soul to bony joany

then gave fat mat an enema because he was her homie

tony flippin’ phony don’t belong

ding dong in this sing along songyour a ching-chang-chong

gone like buds in a bong tony full of  baloney see

I’m garbage pale kid when I get saucy

with my posse

Gotta foul mouth I can get loud

loud enough to make your

mama’s mama bend down

In Bahamas now

On a cruse with the one’s and two’s

Getting loose like my cooch with boozing bruce

On the mic I just might bust a backbend

and show the pubes tonight

That’s right but I won’t go to jail

So they’re throwing me back in the garbage pail

“garbage

uh hu uh hu

yeah all we really want is

garbage

uh hu uh hu uhh yeaaaaah

garbage un hu uh hu

yeah I’m a fuckin’ piece of garbage

uh hu uh hu ooh yeaaaaah”

what’s up chuck don’t give a fuck about a buck

he robbed bob blow job for a snob of a slut

what

ya better ask somebody

before you slain wayne bring the pain

check the mange on his body

besides stir fried clide he’s looking haggy maggy

nappy dread head fred’s got no cred and he’s happy

a garbage pale kid not a golden gram

ask him who he is he’ll tell ya

I am

saucyyoda got the A.D.D.

your sloppy vagina can’t phase me

tits and ass think fast I’m nasty

besides the rhyme I’m an absentee

s –A- u -C- y –Y- o- D -a

sarcastic slapstick bitch wit no kick flip blast it

mother-fuckers wanna test my skill crap-tastic

wanna kill bill well ya will get wrestled

dazzled by screwballs

i’m too tall for rue paul could fool ya’ll

I’m a bull-shitter

black belt in kung-pao

hung like a one titter.

no glitter glamour gleam

shitty tight pants seem like they rip

on the mic entice me if you like

don’t bite my doo pile

I’ll work here while

write ups overload in my work place file

always absent minded big behind-ed

my minds on my mind but I still can’t find it

cause I’m thinking of a master plan

a garbage pale kid with no attention span

top of the dome 20” chrome a golden child

no chicken off the bone

when I’m alone I’m always in the zone

ET mother-fucker not gonna phone home

“garbage

uh hu uh hu

yeah all we really want is

garbage

uh hu uh hu uhh yeaaaaah

garbage un hu uh hu

yeah I’m a fuckin’ piece of garbage

uh hu uh hu ooh yeaaaaah”

 

OnE Legg-ED JeSsE

“Go to schoolGet a job

Work your way up to the top

Any more suggestions for me

Ladi-dadi-dadi-da”

Milk-milk lemonade

Round the corner goes my grade

A + for DoubleDutch

Little did you know that the angles cuss?

And devils primp

Do you believe in minuses?

Your highness is one the finest vaginas

make me blush

I have a crush on an f plus so what I suck at certain stuff

To be specific book smart makes me fart

I’d rather push a shopping cart

Full of junk one leg-ed jesse got me drunk for my first time

I saw the sign the sign says

Stay away fool school turns you into to a tool

I’m like a b-52 you know my love shack includes

Use gemini’s cause I’m to broke for techniques

I’m gonna stroke my fifteens I streak and hope someone’s here

To sing some dope melodies smoke trees and scratch till I freeze

Up like a train record crate I take my time to meditate on mixes

Like rob swift I’m swift with swiftness

Not quite that tight

Monkey business

“Go to schoolGet a job

Work your way up to the top

Any more suggestions for me

Ladi-dadi-dadi-da”

Work-work make yourself wealth worth-worth

Something more than dirt-dirt

You suckers think I’m nothing cause I’m not your lying lawyer

Nurse doctor dentist I’m a minis to my employer

annoyer with a variety of beats and samples

knocking socks off mantels you can not handle cause

I’m gonna destroy your system like an animal listen my vision

Cuts with precision and splices life with musicians

Without the music folks well where the hell would we be

Living in pleasantville so unpleasantly

Go to school get a job tell your teach my names bob

School is great I love to learn I have a question

Wait your turn

In LMS I learn bout sex college brought me no success

All the time that I invest should be for me not to impress

Feel the beat write the rhyme I tell my parents from time to time

School just doesn’t do it for me matter fact the teacher’s boring

Sip your coffee hug your chalk I’d learn better on my own clock

In class I’d sit back and doodle blocking contact to my noodle

Then when I re-turned home I taught myself bout microphones

I think it’s as plain as can’t you see I mean my name is melodie.

 

Angel Wieners

 

Stop- My style’s stickier than snot

Put your hand up on the mic and you might get shocked

Cause I’ll shock ya

Sharp like the blade of helicopter

Turn over in your grave and tell me I’m a smooth talker

Smooth- When I flow I sooth

You’ll be freakin’ when start to do the moonwalk on your boobs

Be bouncin’ I’ll be bringing down the mountain

Flowin’ like wianer of an angel in a fountain

Flowin’- if your g-string showing

I’ll snap it soooo hard your red rosie cheeks are glowin’

Ho-in’- on the avenue your blowin’

Need a dump truck cause your dumbstruck

with the ass you’ve been towin’

Behind- wanna battle better rewind

My styles so raw it shrank your bra to say a 3 times

Oooooh- now you don’t know what to do

stuck with mother hubbard in the cupboard of my shoe.

“lift your skirt flash your mom

she ain’t got no panties on

hide your cobwebs close those legs

tiny spiders in your head”

Freeze- my styles greasier than chucky-cheese

If your feeling saucyyoda then you might feel fleas

Cause i’ll bite you or someone else that’s right beside you

Invite you to my house and bite your blouse just to fight you

War- What this country’s livin’ for

Testosterone moanin’ bonin’ over who’s hardcore

Hardcore- I’d rather be livin’ in cardboard

Than see what our president has in store

For this country’s dumber than when humpty dumped me

Off the wall broke my fall egghead lumpy

Egghead- might as well be a dead head

Walkin’ through the streets playin’ footsy with a red head

ya meth-head your chillin’ on your death bed

You’d take a hit but you don’t have a breath left

Well neither do I Put the crack pipe down before you crack and die.

“lift your skirt flash your mom

she ain’t got no panties on

hide your cobwebs close those legs

tiny spiders in your bed”

Break-my styles juicer than steak

Put your hand up on my sauce and I’ll cause earthquakes

Cause I’ll shake you take you to my backyard and make you

Rake up these leaves spreading peace on my debut
CD- all you suckers got a TV

Getting’ sucked in the zones too fuckin’ easy

Easy- doesn’t take much to please me

A pen and a pad I can write something sleazy

Sleaze- fuck all these college degrees

Better learn what they want you to know

Or you’ll be on your knees Beggin’

for a dollar of warmth from a leggin’

On the courner humpin’ trees for kevin

to put a dollar in your jar

A dollar ain’t even a trip to the bar

“lift your skirt flash your mom

she ain’t got no panties on

hide your cobwebs close those legs

tiny spiders in your head”

 

RoTten oRangEs

 

I shot out a rebel

Like a fruity pebble out my nose

Always skippin’ ballet cause I hated tights and bows

Oh ya know I shoot pool from in between my toes

It’s the jam shake your man rip your panty hose

flows to the east flows to the west

flows to your cleavage even if ya have tiny breast

say nope to soap say yes to rejects

I’ve got sixteen mystery machines on a quest

Looking for my marbles but their lost

So I’m washin’ your mouth out with porno flicks

to make you gargle and spit

Like a blitzed heifer

Asshole up and sphincter eyed

I’ve got the flow that makes you wetter

Than neffretiti wearin’ no sweater

Believe its better hard as nards sicker than shredders

Tawana-kiss swivel rockin’ knockin’ you to bliss chicken shit

Shocking to you reminisce

of the time your girlfriend held your penis when you pissed

“Ohhhhh

you are not the average girl”

I’ll order sex on the t-rex at a cock bar

And if you refuse to serve my drink

I’ll snap you with my training bra

Cause I can and I will and I want to

haunt you like the peek of a bad dream

who stole the peanut butter flavor out your ice cream

like a moose I lay tracks but with wax

I attack habitats got a fat fanny pack

it’s so hard being a rebel cause rebels get smacked

At Christmas thanksgiving and Easter time

My mama smacked me in my rebellious mind

I never knew a holiday could be this dam divine

So I straddled the turkey and stuffed his behind

Full of hellion rebellion shit

I’m 2 midgets too quick

For the bitch I scissor kick

Mind of a ginger bread house cut with brick

I am the root beneath and we conflict

Like me and mom my dad my teachers and my boss

When your cookin’ in the kitchen add the yoda to your sauce

Barbeque alfredo prego tomato and terriaki

microwave your rave and heat up your saki

kinda like a walky-talky

cutting up in class harassin’ math teachers with broccoli

so sue me do me slap boobys if your full

of this place bumbin’ bass I’m a heart pumpin’ rebel

“Ohhhhh

you are not the average girl”

I’ll stick my face in a cake to see if its real

Then ask the workin’ manager if I can make him a deal

I’ll give you the fattest part of my ass and half an apple peel

and if that’s not good enough I’m gonna make myself steal

lizzy’s reece-piece out her lunch box

this year I got a measly stocking full of rocks

And lots of sticks and stones

Thrown at my body not breakin’ my bones

Cause my buns are made of cheese

They shield me from the good and instigate the real

rebel inside of me

roll down window cause I gotta go pee

“Ohhhhh

you are not the average girl”

Alternate ending…

Cause I think I’m a bad ass

Learned the hard way but not that fast

Now I’m 26yrs old going on twelve

In two more I’ll be the first 10yr old in hell

 

LicKety split

 “Just my Cherry go round

She’s a Cheery go round

Watch her cherry go round

my my Cherry go round

oh no cherry go round

don’t look down Cherry go round”

Oh one day she’ll find the guy

missing link puzzle piece to her cherry pie

fly cherry your so very contrary

a marry little ho on the prairie like the house

there’s a hole in her heart like the wall for a mouse

cherry’s soul wants a dead beat alcoholic for her spouse

she feels empty longing something sweet

symmetrical chemistry

missing these last pieces to her pies

guys come and go like thunderstorms and

snow and jiggly asses of cheese

cherry flows like bumble bee honey in a cup of tea

spoon moving your cherry go round

round your head 360 degrees

mrs. Cock-block tease

not even Mr. Freeze could receive the keys to her fridge

as he hoisted  her bridge where it’s moist and cold

he found a 6 pack of hinnies and a crisper full of gold

“Just my Cherry go round

She’s a Cheery go round

Watch her cherry go round

my my Cherry go round

oh no cherry go round

don’t look down Cherry go round”

Now Shy girl cherry picks guys like a dingle-berry

Not too soft too hard too mushy or too hairy

cherry has an open mind when it comes to men

She looks deep inside to find the what’s within

One day she found a man made of tin

With a heart full of sin and soul full of coal

He reached deep in her bin it was her heart that he stole

With a soul full of coal and a heart full of sin

Cherry knows now she has to look deep within

To find the right man not no klutz or chicken

Cherry wants it to begin with manic depression

expressions boners fries and sessions

Confessing how he’s pissed

Real punks open up like a bottle of schlitz

If the hole in her heart heels from the dong between

Together they will cream

like two fucking donkeys in the spring

“Cherry a tree built could be bitter Berry

She’s sweeter than sweet can be Contrary

She’s Cherry so quite Contrary

Cherry”

 

pUbe sERvicE

Hi there fuck you

how are you two doing today?

my name is saucyyoda I will be your server so stay

right here

I’ll be back with your coffee cream sugar spoon napkin

I need an aspirin to get through this contraption

Machine

robotical being team

we make it happen its not a dream

my fuckin’ cream of the crop

I serve slop pop and two smoking twats on a tray

I’d be a curly pube if I had it my way

If I was a pube I’d be in the food on top of your plate

Stuck to your chin from the din-din

you ate in front of your date

The one you hate

and vise-versa did not mean to hurt your ego

Why don’t we go to a place called the pube on my face is evil

How’d you like your taco hand fed through a burrito?

In your veins via needle pumpin’ breakfast chorizos like ceelo

Come and get your soul food I told you

Mother-fuckers wanna hold you

responsible for there bad day didn’t order this that way

take it back or say good by tip hello good ole shit min wage

“Coke sprite diet ice

Stabbed you in the lemon slice

Who are you to say what’s right

Chop-chop-chop and then you die”

Chicken beans or beef answer now or lose your teeth

one by one what would you like honey bun besides a queef

past your neck gotta sec you forgot to bring the check

bag and box watch the wall before you wreck yourself to hell

if he rings the bell one more time

I’ll climb the wall to sniff my own behind

I’m but naked do you mind

no I don’t have time for this miss

the movie starts at six

and I gotta see billy-bob and silly-sue kiss

we want swiss cheese striptease the pube in your foods history

down the hatchet like the rabbit why you had it’s a mystery

solved by the ones involved me and Mr. wizard see

our chemistry’s energy can defeat you with symmetry

cause we don’t give a flippin’ toppling tippin’ pop up in your

lap dance from my dog if you keep up this behavior

fuck you and your potater

I’m a can I get a refill

we kill whiners in diners like mr. t we give shiners to miners

so keep up with the rants raves chants save

cramps invade you in your grave

when you treat me like a slave

I’ll beat you with my lave cut you off from what you crave

and weld you into something kids are humping in parades

“Coke sprite diet ice

Stabbed you in the lemon slice

Who are you to say what’s right

Chop-chop-chop and then you die”

Coke sprite diet ice

margaritas my delight

eighteen hundred different types

cuervo gold lime slice

salt around the rim is right

salivatin’ at the sight

quench your thirst or hurt your bite

this ones good but not quite

strong enough tough guy

shut your face and shut your eye

go to sleep and don’t your cry

mama’s here to tell you why

daddies not because he got on my last nerve

disturbed me till I served him this and that

chop-chop-chop

who am I robo-cop

so you say you want some slop

I’ll give it to you proper just for fun like cindy lopper

cause girls just wanna have fun

I’m not marry poppins bitch

I think outside the bun

so make it snappy place your order make me happy leave a quarter

contribution to the fusion of this robotic illusion

if your using me for service appreciate the time I take

or else the food is worthless

cause I placed a pube up in your steak.

“Coke sprite diet ice

Stabbed you in the lemon slice

Check your food before you bite

Chop-chop-chop and then you die”

 

KnobHoppers

 

My boyfriend’s back and I’m gonna be fucked

How did he know I’m a fuckin’ slut

What can I do to make it up to him

Oh yeah I know I’ll just fuck all his friends

What?

You know we’re sluts

We could give 2fucks what you think about us

Some of us thin some are fatter than a bus

Like chris rock says ya gotta love the crust

We got muff that make you wanna knock dust

Off that p-u-s-s-y

I might be old but my folds still tight

Tight like your cooch were all hoochies of the night

After the drank we move on to the dong

Some like ‘em fat short skinny some long

Some like ‘em without a condom on

I like (clear throat) king-kong in a thong killer g-string

Thing-thang-wadda-wadda-bing-bang-bong

We sing willy-silly songs in the bedroom at are moms so

Come on come on come on

Aundrea, stephine, tracy, and tom

Ménage-a-twat at a quarter past twelve

Me shell my bell

He screwed you in a tutu and you better not tell

She cheated on Popeye with the farmer in the dell

Were sluts that’s what we got to say for ourselves

“My boyfriend’s back I’m gonna get fucked

How did he know I’m a fuckin’ slut

What can I do to make it up to him

Oh yeah I know I’ll just fuck all his friends”

Nobody knows but us that were sluts

Searchin’ for the scrotum with the biggest fattest nuts

We hush and fuss and cuss till we bust

He wants it bad and she wants it rough

So who you gonna call to help you with hard-ons

Call us were sluts were given hard bargons

Pardon me but I think I misheard

We fuck ‘em then leave ‘em and treat them like dirt

Disturbed distraught discombobulated

I don’t even know you we never even dated

We screwed too many dudes that our memory faded

Are you sure we dated?

“My boyfriend’s back I’m gonna get fucked

How did he know I’m a fuckin’ slut

What can I do to make it up to him

Oh yeah I know I’ll just fuck all his friends”

Spread eagle in the back seat feet out the taxi

Were fuckin’ sluts so what you were last week

Ask me what’s our names and I’ll shoot

Cunt Slut indie grab Whore Hooker Tooth

We’ll do it in a phone booth we’ll do it in a barn

Were doin’ farmer in the del on old Mcdonald’s farm

So what

You know were sluts

So what’s the what’s the what’s the big fuss

You know you want to be like us we fuck stuff!!!!

 

Pantie FlosS

 

Sittin’ on a stool with a beer in my hand

Usin’ my blow up doll’s leg for a mic stand

Tryin’ to write with my right hand telling me

I don’t know about you but I’m blocked

from my brain to my sock

Nuttin’ shootin’ though my vein to concoct

a solution to explain

no institution in the membrane

stuck like chuck in the muck of my luck

what the fuck this sucks but I’m never givin’ up

Trapped from the rap like a rat in a cage

I don’t know about you but I’m dazed and confused

I feel phased and abused by the passion

Writing is the only way for satisfaction

Action serves it’s purpose

When the words jump from the surface

Commas comin’ with the shirtless

Parentheses sentence be walkin’ like an entity

Possessed with energy

What’s your major malfunction I’m wonderin’

if I had an adjective this bass would be bumpin’

Chillin’ in the land of oz with quad and munchkin

Eatin’ dumplins dunkin’ dounuts until somthin’

Caught my breath like a kiss of death by surprise

I grasped for air and all these butterflies

Dadadadadada

“Dadadadadadada dadada dadada”

Electricity shocks through my sock to the top of my tiptoe

It’s way up the side of my thigh

to my hipbone connected to the pitch tone

Bass line fatter than your face tappin’ to the pace sign

Shines finely rhyme vines crawlin’ up my lifeline

Spine-binded by my sciatic nerve pinched me with epiphany

Tickely tackeled me jackin’ me

up to the neck bone section of a chromosome

Stepping on an o-dome so and so flowin’ to the shoulder flow

slow and low down the elbow

Lets go hell no inchin’ to the wrist yo

It’s the fingertip tiptoe

“Dadadadadadada dadada dadada”

Head shoulders knees toes

Picture me flows in pantyhose

City of roses and a pocket full of shit

Stuck in a rut suck this bitch

Put the finger up and showed the finger tip

Skip to the grip on your toe

Goin into spasms like an organism

got the gadget make you get it in a go go

Po po on my tip like a yo-yo no strings attached to the crack

and the head to the neck and the shoulders

to the backside front-side switch stance & ollie

ollie over obstacles popsickles and salvador dali while i’m at it

not a bad habit or a hobby

Sound waves appear as veins runnin’ through my body.

“Dadadadadadada dadada dadada”

 

HelMet HeAd

 

Woke up on a lawn at half past eight

Sleeping with a forty and a record crate

I said

“oh know what did I do?”

With a tampon in my nose a new tattoo

Bike helmet on my head

Dog shit for a bed

Who knows what I said

Or did di did di did did di did di did

I try to collect my thoughts retrace my steps replace my loss

But the only thing I see is a big blank fuckin’ memory

So what am I to do, can’t find my car can’t find my shoe

The Only thing I found was you.

“Blacked out

Woke from the dead with your ass out

What did you do when ya passed out?

Who the hell knows?

That’s the way it goes

Who knows”

Wipe drool from your mouth

And look around there’s no recollection to be found

Brain- brain it’s all up in the brain

Last thing to my knowledge was the mary-jane

Bring it back bring it back 2 twelve packs and a jack ago

I was all about the practical as a matter of factual

I was only havin’ 2 then I had to go

Uh oh and before I new

Can’t find my car can’t find my shoe

Now here I am ya see

With some guy lying next to me

wEll what do I do now

Do I wake him up do I leave without?

Ever knowing what I did

Da did di did di did did di did di did

“Blacked out

Woke from the dead with your ass out

What did you do when ya passed out?

Who the hell knows?

That’s the way it goes

Who knows”

Woke up to a plate that’s been erased

No feeling thought smell touch or taste

Looked down to find a trace

As everything falls into place

Last night I rode my bike

Downtown to common grounds

And the rest is history

Found a clue but the dudes still a mystery

“Blacked out

Woke from the dead with your ass out

What did you do when ya passed out?

Who the hell knows?

That’s the way it goes

Who knows”