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I got all kinds of taste.;)
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(superduper piano riff)
We're gonna break out the hats and hooters
When Josie comes home
We're gonna rev up the motor scooters
When Josie comes home to stay
We're gonna park in the street
Sleep on the beach and make it
Throw down the jam till the girls say when
Lay down the law and break it
When Josie comes home
Pinch history feel the pinch blistering
Pinch me in my dreams cause i'm still not listening
X marks the spot on your calendar days
A beard half eaten smiled crawling with legs
Temper temper temperature
Temper temper temperature
Cuz were cut, dried, microwaved, safe in the knowledge that well all be saved.
Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
...and every breath that is in her lungs is a tiny little gift to me.
You wouldn't get far
Fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are,
Put your hands up ladies
(You wouldn't get far)
If you kept your legs closed
(It would be just a waste of time)
But you know...
I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes.
Can't you feel it, now that spring has come
That it's time to live in the scattered sun
you move like water, i could drown in you
and i fell so deep once, till you pulled me through.
Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis?
Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong?
It's swell to have a stiffy.
It's divine to own a dick,
From the tiniest little tadger
To the world's biggest prick.
So, three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas.
Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake,
Your piece of pork, your wife's best friend,
Your Percy, or your cock.
You can wrap it up in ribbons.
You can slip it in your sock,
But don't take it out in public,
Or they will stick you in the dark,
And you won't come back.
'm white which goes with everything but I can come in any color,
And I'm looking for the kind of girl that reminds me of my mother,
But it's hard to find a girl with a viper tattooed on her tushy,
And how many girls do you know that can play the harmonica with their pussies?
Like em' easy and hot and sweet like a Rice Krispie Treat, gee,
You know what I really want in a girl? Me,
I need to find a new vagina,
Any kind of new vagina,
It's hard to rhyme a word like vagina,
Calvin Klein? Kind of North Carolina,
Pour qui tu te parfumes ?
Pourquoi, ta sale ton cafe?
oh yea
In waves the ships have all sailed to the sea
Well do you wanna wait or leave with me tonight
Cross your heart and pray the ocean will take us all the way in...
no more credit at the liquour store.
all that we have hear is american made,
its a little bit cheasy but its nicley displayed,
well my toilet blew up yesterday afternoon,
the plumber told me never flush a tampoon,
this great information cost me half a weeks pay,
and my toilet blew later on the next day-ey-ey-yay.
A land of new hope and unknown pleasures
Oh come with me on this fine journey for we have nothing to lose but many things to gain...
Stop!
It's Hammer time.
The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm,
And we never knowed what it was called.
Some said it was a flower and some said it was weed,
I never gave it much thought ......
One day I was out there talking to my brother,
Reached down for a weed to chew on,
Things got fuzzy and things got blurry,
And then everything was gone!
Didn't know what happened,
But I knew it beat the hell out of sniffin' burlap.
I come to and my brother was there,
And he said, What's wrong with your eyes?
I said, I don't know, I was chewing on a weed.
He said, Let me give it a try.
We spent the rest of that day and most of that night,
Trying to find my brother, Bill.
Caught up with him, 'bout six o'clock the next morning,
Naked, swinging on the wind mill!
He said he flew up there.
I had to fly up there and bring him down,
He was about half crazy .....
The very next day we picked a bunch of them weeds,
And put 'em in the sun to dry.
Then we mashed 'em up and chopped 'em up,
And put 'em in the corncob pipe.
Smokin' that wildwood flower got to be a habit,
We didn't see no harm.
We thought it was kind of handy,
Take a trip and never leave the farm!
All good things gotta come to an end,
And it's the same with the wildwood weed.
One day this feller from Washington came by,
And he spied it and turned white as a sheet.
Then they dug and they burned,
And they burned and they dug,
And they killed all our cute little weeds.
Then they drove away,
We just smiled and waved ..........
Sittin' there on that sack of seeds!
The reply only with a line from a song threadQuote:
Originally Posted by GreenLadyOfDankDowns
"...And cigerettes and dope and mustard and balonee, liquor and whores."
I've had crabs, I've had lice, I've had the clap and that ain't nice.
Empty-handed and abandoned, we fell all sudden when the trap happened
Shirley loved when it happened, our house flooded and we felt enchanted.
yeah i can picture she was laying there, moonlight dancing off her hair
she woke up and took me by the hand
shes gonna love me in my chevy van and thats alright with me.
let the lovin take ahold of me cause it will if you let it
Don't turn your back on a brother like me, cause im one broke motherfucker indeed... DESPERATE!
" they did not listen they're not listening still.......perhaps they never will "
Well the cool breeze came on Tuesday
And the corn's a bumper crop
And the fields are full of dancing
Full of singing and romancing
The music never stopped
Because while Jesus is prayin,
Fuckin Craig is layin,
Every lady in the Testament.
You know what I'm sayin'?
I won't die for your sin,
Like my famous kin.
But if you've got a little sister,
Then there's room at this inn.
A problem, becomes a problem, when you lie to your friends, and you lie to people, and you lie to YOURSELF!
Some folks say smoking herb is a crime,
if they catch you smokin they're bound to drop the dime
Insufferable informa crazy fools wait
with their fingers crossed for you to break the rules
everybody must get stoned!!
Some call it tamjee
Some call it the weed
Some call it Marijuana
Some of them call it Ganja
Nevermind, got to legalize it
Don't criticize it
Legalize it, yeah, yeah
And I will advertise it
Take a bong toke...
I love rippin' outta bongs it gets me so so high
When I take a big toke 'looks like my eyes start to cry
Tears start to swell up when I take a huge hit
Of that bong biggie bong diggity dank dank shit
Tem um verso que fala da maconha,
Que é uma erva que da no meio do mato,
Se fumada provoca o tal barato,
A maior emocao que a gente sonha.
A viagem as vezes é medonha,
Da suor, da vertigem, da fraqueza,
Mas frequentemente é uma beleza,
Eu por mim experimento todo dia,
Se tivesse um agora eu bem queria,
Pois a coisa é da santa natureza!
(There is a verse which speaks of the weed,
Its a herb there is in the midst of the grass,
If smoked brings the so-called high,
The greatest emotion we can dream of.
The trip sometimes is scary,
Gives sweat, gives vertigo, gives weakness,
But usually its great,
If i can i use it everyday,
If i had one right now i would like so much,
Cause its from the holy nature! ) :jointsmile:
My knife it's sharp and chrome
Come see inside my bones
..death row is label that pays me
unfadable so please don't try to fade this
but uh back to the lecture at hand
perfection is perfected so my man'll understand
from a young g's perspective
everytime a homey dig out a bitch he's got to find a contraceptive
HENRY GOT TO MEXICO AND TURNED HIS TRUCK AROUND
HE’S TALKING TO THE MAN WHO HAS IT
GROWING FROM THE GROUND
HENRY TASTED, HE GOT WASTED, COULDN’T EVEN SEE
HOW HE’S GONNA DRIVE LIKE THAT IS NOT TOO CLEAR TO ME
Up and over we go
through the weight and undertow
I will float until I learn how to swim
Inside my mother in a garbage bin
until I find myself again
Again, oh, oh oh oh oh.
Everybody's looking out for him
'Cause they know Red's satisfies
Little girls love to listen to him
Sing and tell sweet lies
But when things get too confusing, honey
You're better off in bed
And I'll be searching all the joints in town for
Panama Red
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul?