amazing lyrics thread

[creamcorn]

i still dont know if this thread is meant to be sarcastic or not

[Wasim]

i still dont know if this thread is meant to be sarcastic or not

lma

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[zembleborf]

Punch 'em in the dick! Punch 'em in the dick!
Motherfuckers talk shit -- Punch 'em the dick!

Yo! Look at that chump! See the way that he struts?
Don't kick him in the rump, go nuts on his nuts!
Just pop a squat, start lettin' off the shots
Like knock-knock-knock, just cold-cocked his cock!
To all the cock-knockers, nut-crackers, ball breakers,
Peter-beaters, keep on boxin them baby-makers
With a sock to the jock, better make that a double
Just a couple rounds of knuckles beneath the buckle & he'll buckle!
If you're in trouble, give him some urine trouble,
Hand him his balls and tell him, "Better learn to juggle!"
Turn his pebbles into rubble, make him wonder what mighta been
Make it so the south will never rise again!
Now every man claims to be the toughest and the meanest
But watch your crotch cuz soon the losers will be the wieners
And the winners in all the gladiator arenas
Are always the ones who go straight for the penis!

Chorus

I'll give your willy a welt like you aint never felt,
Soon as I've knelt, I'ma pelt ya below the belt
Like BANG! Bust 'em in the wang like it aint no thang
Now you really can't hang!
But you ain't gotta be a dude, shit I'll dick-punch a chick
Cuz I don't discriminate when I punch em in the dick!
Whether Suzy Homemaker or a floozy home-wrecker
I'ma deck 'er in the pecker motherfecker!
It could be yo' mama, better be no drama,
You could be the Dalai Lama, I'ma still put it on ya
With a right, left, right, left - you're dick-punched!
Then you say, "Goddamn my shit's crunched!"
Scrotum? Hell it damn near killed him!
I don't care if you live in Bodom, man, forget about children!
You ain't gotta know Kung-Fu to bust some ninja shit
Fuck Sun Tzu, you wanna learn the art of war?
Just punch em in the dick!
Chorus

We got a brand new dance, it's called, "Punch his
ass right in the dick." (x2)

Any o' you snotty kids be talkin' shit,
I'ma drop a fist on your naughty bits
I got punches a plentiful, you bet yer rear end it'll
Sting when I start swingin' on ya genitals,
Cuz then it'll swell up, all outta proportion,
Lookin' like an eggplant forced in through your foreskin
Nevermind abortion, forget vasectomy,
I got yer birth control: POW! Nut check, homey!
Yo, I'll punch God in the dick, I'll punch Mary in the dick
I'll punch Jesus Christ in the dick
I'll punch Cheney in the dick, I'll punch Powell in his colon,
I'll punch George in his bush, I'll punch Condoleeza Rice in the dick!!!

Chorus

Fitna punch 'em in the dick
Watch me punch 'em in the dick
Love to punch 'em in the dick
Born to punch 'em in the dick
Forever punch 'em in the dick
Sucker punch 'em in the dick
Fruit punch 'em in the dick
Hawaiian punch 'em in the motherfuckin' DICK!

[jebxz]

But selling acid was a bad idea
And selling it to a cop was a worse one
The new law said seventeen year olds could do federal time
You were the first one so I sing this song for you
William Stanaforth Donahue
Your grandfather rode the boat over from Ireland
but you made a bad decision or two
yeah.

[zhicago]

His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took of all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid

[unclephil]

Suck a camel's booty hole
Suck a camel's booty hole
Suck a camel's booty hole
Suck a camel's booty hole

[GenericTwat5554]

I had a baby named Jane
She could shake that thing
Said her Daddy used to hang
With Johnny Coltrane
She sang a soul train
With her friend named Jen
Her booty was bigger than a Mercedes Benz
Jen was a herdy-gerdy-dirty little girly
I heard it from a birdy
She could cook a mean turkey
With gravy..baby baby baby
Baby was jens best friend, and maybe..
If you were lucky,
Licky licky, sucky sucky
Mickey mickey, fuck me fuck me
More junk in the trunk than a honda
I know you wanna do the JANE FONDA

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor.
Work it out, shake it little momma
Let me see you do the jane fonda.
Five, six, seven now
If you dont know, let me show you how
To work it out..work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

I had a princess, queen of incest
She was inbred but Jean had big breasts
And big eyes and a big ass to match
Jean wasn't fast, she was easy to catch
Then came Molly your hood from Hollywood High
So fly she was trans-atlantic
She was a manic depressive(manic depressive)
Which was impressive,
Very impressive, I had to test it.
Tasted like chicken and was lemon scented.
She took me home to her momma
I taught them both how to JANE FONDA

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor.
Work it out, shake it little momma
Let me see you do the jane fonda.
Five, six, seven now
If you dont know, let me show you how
To work it out..work it little momma
I know you wanna do the jane fonda

I had a girl named Dana
From Santa Anna
She was a waitress at the copa cabana
She was slammin and her ass was jammin
Like Janet Jackson in the Rhythm Nation
Her brother Jason had a girl named Grace
You could see her ass from outer space
So I landed on the planet
And planted a Mickey Av flag in it, damnit

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor.
Work it out, shake it little momma
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda.
Five, six, seven now
If you dont know, let me show you how
To work it out..work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor.
Work it out, shake it little momma
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda.
Five, six, seven now
If you dont know, let me show you how
To work it out..work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

[Ashington]

Your romantic rights are all that you got
Push them down son it's more than just lip
C'mon girls I know you know what you want
C'mon, C'mon now and give them all shhhhh
You're beating walls now you just won't quit
You play with shapes but they just won't fit
I know you love me you don't know what you like
You're watching TV I stay up all night

I don't need you
I want you
I don't need you
 I want you

South Carolina kid is heating things up
His wounds are bleeding and we're filling the cup
This game will save us if we don't die young
C'mon, c'mon now yea have some fun

Come here baby I love your company
We could do it and start a family
She was living alone unhappily
We could do it, it's right romantically

Come here baby I love your company
 We could do it and start a family
 She was living alone unhappily
 We could do it, it's right romantically

Come here baby I love your company
 We could do it and start a family
 She was living alone unhappily
 We could do it, it's right romantically

Come here baby I love your company
  We could do it and start a family
  She was living alone unhappily
  We could do it, it's right romantically

I don't need you
I want you
I don't need you
 I want you

I don't need you
 I want you
I don't need you
 I want you
I don't need you
 I want you
I don't need you
 I want you