Jonathan Something – Outlandish Poetica

I am somewhere in between the silver surfer’s dreams Of Fantastic-4 erotica and doing something mean Oh, will someone please just stop me ‘fore I say something obscene I’m not intending to offend, I’m simply trying to set the scene So, there I was just walking down the middle of the street When in flies Larry Bird and the ’86 All Star Team Yea yeah I said, hey Larry man, yes it’s been a real long time He said oh Jonny Baby could you maybe spare a dime? I said I’m sorry Lar’ but I just don’t carry that kind of cash Not since the great depression and that whole stock market crash He said okay I understand, I’ve picked up on your clue and that was that and Larry and the whole team off they flew Oh ooh oh So, I just kept on walking 2 or 3 feet at a time Until I found myself a standin’ where the sun don’t seem to shine And despite the lack of sunlight the reality was clear I was currently residing, halfway up somebody’s rear I yelled up to the heavens and the heavens yelled right back A monumental roar that knocked me flat out on my ass. Suddenly I’m sitting in the belly of the beast The beast and all his brothers are just staring back at me I feel like saying something, but before I get to speak I’m upside down and bleeding, cut wide open cheek to cheek They do the sacrificial dance and feed me to the boar But I come back resurrected 10 times better than before Now with one eye split wide open and 5 women on one arm I tell the beastly brothers that I mean no one no harm I grab my shoes and jacket and start to walk out the door But then I realize my trousers feel much lighter than before It must have been my ego that had blinded me to see That I’d been bested by the one and only number “33” Larry Bird really pulled the wool over me, uh huh

Jonathan Something – Fine

And I said I’m fine (he’s fine) I say I’m fine (so fine) I say I’m fine (he’s fine) I say I’m fine (so fine) I say I’m fine. I am falling to pieces in the dugout of my middle school Bathe the new life and bathing in my own spit and drool As I break the silence saying to the air, let’s fight As small child pokes his head in and asks if I am alright And I said I’m fine (he’s fine) I said I’m fine (so fine) I cut my finger on the stem of a martini glass I held it too hard in one hand and broke it right in half As I break the silence, saying whoops, Oh, silly me Somebody call my vampire, he’ll come and lick this blood of me I said I’m fine (he’s fine) I say I’m fine (so fine) I say I’m fine (he’s fine) I say I’m fine (so fine) However cold, I feel unhappy when I’m on my way to be An extraordinary asshole with a bachelor’s degree.

Dilly Dally – I Feel Free

We’ll start again in a moment of silence Still couldn’t be friends, but I want you to find me when I make sense Man, ’cause this already hurt you back then Come, come Try to stay ’cause this already hurt you Back then, so far behind you I feel free, and I want you to find me I feel free, and I want you to find me [Instrumental break] We’ll start again in a moment of silence Still couldn’t be friends, but I want you to find me when I make sense Man, ’cause this already hurt you back then Come, come Try to stay ’cause this already hurt you Back then, so far behind you I feel free, and I want you to find me I feel free, and I want you to find me [Instrumental break]

Elliott Smith – Some Song Lyrics

Hello, hello, hello (This is a rock song.) Loud, loud, loud It’s a junkie dream, makes you so uptight Yeah it’s halloween tonight and every night See you scratch your skin Your sandpaper throat You’re a symphony, man, with one fucking note Charlie beat you up week after week And when you grow up you’re going to be a freak Want a violent girl who’s not scared of anything Help me kill my time ‘Cause I’ll never be fine Help me kill my time You went down to look at old Dallas town Where you must be sick just to hang around Seen it on TV, how to kill your man Then like Gacy’s scene a canvas in your hand Better call your mom, she’s out looking for you In the jail and the army and the hospital too But those people there couldn’t do anything For you Help me kill my time ‘Cause I’ll never be fine Help me kill my time Help me kill my time Help me kill my time ‘Cause I’ll never be fine Help me kill my time

Doja Cat – Popping Lyrics

(x4) [Verse 1] Get the point You don’t get my point (Ain’t popping ) You ain’t winnin’ you ain’t gettin’ points (Like I do ) Just be sharp, just like me I pop Like a bubble butt Careful when it drop You baffoon popping like balloon NPR drop my fucking tune I’m so powerpuff I am so cartoon I’m hunting wabbits you a looney toon We pop a bottle then I pop my fuckin poon Been the queen since I was in the womb I’ma iPod you’re a fuckin zune Out my bubble lil bitch give me room Fuck out my bubble like Glinda No clarinet out my bubble like squidward I am that bitch cuz I sample Nintendo No sugar coat out my bubble like Splenda [Hook] Get out my bubble If you ain’t popping like I am Bitch you ain’t popping like I am Bitches ain’t popping like I am If you ain’t popping (x8) No one wants to be me! I’m sensitive you know [Hook] Get out my bubble If you ain’t popping like I am Bitch you ain’t popping like I am Bitches ain’t popping like I am If you ain’t popping (x8) No one wants to be me! (x4) [Bridge] You could shade but it’s factual You ain’t team if you ain’t popping like this Bet you dream bout being popping like this It’s a shame you ain’t popping like this This don’t come natural Workin’ hard on a 9-5 shift Everyday’s just another celebration All you fakes need get how I live [Sample] Thank goodness, I found you! Fine! Nope, bubbles! Did you stop the giant ant? Why don’t you say anything? Oh, I get it! I’m not listening [Hook] Get out my bubble If you ain’t popping like I am Bitch you ain’t popping like I am Bitches ain’t popping like I am [Post Hook] If you could shade but it’s factual You ain’t team if you ain’t popping like this Bet you dream ’bout being popping like this It’s a shame you ain’t popping like this This don’t come natural Workin’ hard on a 9-5 shift Everyday’s just another celebration All you fakes need get how I live [Sample] First you take the pink and then some blue And then the green and then more pink And then a dash of blue Coloring, coloring, coloring Grab another color, doo dee doo! [Sample] …

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Head Shot Lyrics

[Intro] Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Yeah, yeah [Chorus] All I took was one shot, it was a head shot, nigga Still on the block, one in the head to my brand new Glock, nigga Ain’t worried ’bout no opp, nigga, them niggas pussy, they ain’t no killers I keep the chopper with a banana clip for monkey niggas Headshot that nigga, ooh, headshot a nigga Headshot a nigga, ooh, one shot, nigga Headshot, nigga, headshot, nigga You gon’ drop, nigga, ooh, headshot that nigga [Verse] Yeah, nigga play pussy, get fucked Nigga better run, better duck When I catch him, he run out of luck I pull up and hop out a all black truck Real hood like the all black Chucks Put that lil boy in the tux Wrap him up like a fruit roll up Ain’t no limit on my soldiers Aim for his head and his shoulders Yeah, sensei, I keep two guns like nunchucks Bitch nigga, you ain’t got no nuts Hole in his head like a donut Hit him with the stick, get smoked like dust, yeah These niggas Coogi Chopper gon’ knock off that Kufi No job, go to work with that toolie Yeah, chopsticks turn him to sushi Shoot out the clip like a movie We got the guns like Toys R Us F&N with the 30 clip tucked Killers, they wait in the cut These niggas talk too much Ain’t gon’ do none of that fuss You gon’ die slow like ‘Tuss Chess moves, set him up Better watch hoes you fuck Nigga, you don’t even know who you can trust I send a blitz, a rush [Chorus] All I took was one shot, it was a head shot, nigga Still on the block, one in the head to my brand new Glock, nigga Ain’t worried ’bout no opp, nigga, them niggas pussy, they ain’t no killers I keep the chopper with a banana clip for monkey niggas Headshot that nigga, ooh, headshot a nigga Headshot a nigga, ooh, one shot, nigga Headshot, nigga, headshot, nigga You gon’ drop, nigga, ooh, headshot that nigga

BlocBoy JB – Woah Lyrics

(Huh) We at- we at your door like Jehov’ (word) Strap your legs up, tie ’em up like Girbauds (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah) Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah) Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah) Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah) Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah) Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah) Woah, woah (woah, ha), woah, woah (woah, ha) Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah) [Outro] Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (light show) Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (that’s on my momma) Ice cold (word), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (word, word) Ice cold (huh), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, woah, Clay, woah My gun don’t make noise, I call for compression Soft like ranch dressing, I’m fly like the Jetsons You went to jail and you made a confession Ooh, you told (yeah) Why would you tell on your bros? [Intro] Ooh, I just went to- Ha (and I’m in that motherfucker fly) Yeah (hold up, with the [?] gon’ die) Aye (pull up with the bitch right now) Mm (she gon’ suck me, pacifier) Yeah (I don’t even, I don’t even, hold up) Oof (yeah, yeah, yeah, aye) Damn, Denaro [Verse 1] I got them keys like Alicia (Alicia) Your bitch on my side just like a beeper (word) I be fuckin’ on a skeezer (huh) Aye, bitch, I smoke indica, I don’t do sativa (gas) Fuck on your bitch on the first night I meet her (I meet her) One thing I hate is to follow the leader (that’s on my momma) Plenty hoes in the mall, I’m a cheater (yeah) Rock and roll with your bitch, I’m the Beatles (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah) Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah) Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah) Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah) [Verse 2] I’m lyrical, I load the Glock while I’m eatin’ my cereal Check out the Gucci and Louis material You spent your backends at Superior (huh) That’s what it cost to purchase my interior (yeah) Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show Play with me, bitch, I’ma light your (brr) Load up- load up the Glocks, Dracos, and them .40s Shoot from the line like I’m Jordan (swish) You- you on that line like you snortin’, aye …