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Star trekkin across the universe On the Starship Enterprise under Captain Kirk Star trekkin across the universe Boldly goin forward cause we can't find reverse Luitenant Uhura report! [Uhura] There's Klingons on the starboard bow Starboard bow Starboard bow There's Klingons on the starboard bow Starboard bow Jim Analysis Mr.
This might be a good time To replenish your napkin Supply let us take a short break now relax Relax what do you want? (speaking Klingon) i don't speak Klingon (speaking Klingon) no where is the bathroom? Do you know anyone here? No, I don't know anyone here Are you transporting Tribbles?
Some days he feels so empty Just a talking head Married to a Klingon Who could cream him in the press God could detonate him God's the one we pick to curse us And 35 years pass him Like an evening at the circus Don't sacrifice yourself Sacrifice yourself Surprise yourself Don't sacrifice yourself There it is, the look, the winner you Once talked of being Give her one last kiss and Dive right out the window screaming No truth decent, It was summer from the waist down She blew the troops right off your feet She tells you she's God's grammy Don't sacrifice yourself Sacrifice yourself Surprise yourself Don't sacrifice yourself Her, the only game in town, a queen of competence Blind in front of mirrors, proving nothings says a lot Wham bam thank you Charlie Vanity is all You wander lonely to the scene A crawling up the walls Don't sacrifice yourself Sacrifice yourself Surprise yourself Don't sacrifice yourself
I used to play that pinball, I used to go outside I had to spend my money, get on your bus and ride I used to go out dancing, put on my high-heeled shoes Get in my short black Chevy, go on a downtown cruise I feel a little bit mixed up, maybe I'm obsolete All us pinball pool sharks, we just can't compete Space age whiz kids kids Leaders in the field Pioneers of research Space age whiz kids Arcade mothership monsters, laser beam blast shield eyes Full on space age madness, make-believe satellite skies Alien ships approaching, there's trouble in sector five Left hand on the joystick, right hand hyperspace drive Space age whiz kids kids, Space age whiz kids Space age whiz kids kids, Space age whiz kids Space age whiz kids Space age whiz kids Space age whiz kids Space age whiz kids They got nothing to do, put another quarter in Pay those space age dues Donkey Kong high score, Pac Man's on a roll Klingons on the warpath, whiz kids on patrol Space age whiz kids, Space age whiz kids Space age whiz kids, Space age whiz kids Space age whiz kids, Space age whiz kids Space age whiz kids, Space age whiz kids I like space age whiz kids I like, I need, I need quarters, quarters!
Call me Tshutshe.B Born with stubbornness Came from the ghetto No more ghetto 1000 breaks the eggs 2H created a monster We, Klingon music Klingon, Klingon, Klingon-Kahlush Klingon-Kahlush, Klingon-Kahlush, Klingon-Kahlush Klingon-Kahlush, Klingon-Kahlush, Klingon-Kahlush Listen Kushakhakukra kru-kru-kakukish-krukush Kurakhureh!
I should have know that you were only just fifteen You had a scowl like a Klingon beauty queen Old enough to stand out but to young to stand with pride So uncomfortable in your messed-up skin And the cool parties never let you in I can still relate to being so high and dry Don't cry...
All you Trekkies and TV addicts Don't mean to diss, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges I'll grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle-nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Glidin' in the glades And like Lorne Greene you know I get paid Like Caprese and with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfuckin' "Nick at night" With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm, 'cause my farm ain't fat So what's up with that?
All you Trekkies and TV addicts Don't mean to diss, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges I'll grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with the needle-nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha With the ill boat you've never seen before Glidin' in the glades And like Lorne Greene you know I get paid Like Caprese and with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfuckin' "Nick At Nite" With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm, 'cause my farm ain't fat So what's up with that?
Happy Days is my favorite theme song I could sure kick your butt in a game of ping pong I'll ace any trivia quiz you bring on I'm fluent in JavaScript as well as Klingon Here's the part I sing on You see me roll on my Segway I know in my heart they think I'm White and nerdy Think I'm just too white and nerdy Think I'm just too white and nerdy Can't you see I'm white and nerdy?
The Klingon bastards flies around always ready for some war They don't care about any rules at all as long as they can kill some more Evil barbarians without discipline unpredictable death machine With their cloaking device they remain invisible until the time has come to appear right ahead of us and obliterate everyone If you ever would give them a helping hand you can be sure they'll chop off the arm Never, ever, never trust a Klingon you will always regret it Never, ever, never trust a Klingon you will never forget it
Trek Wars Trek Wars You’ll get the saber or the phaser if you onboard Trek Wars Trek Wars Klingon good or face the choke hold from the Sith lord Trek Wars Trek Wars You’ll get the saber or the phaser if you onboard Trek Wars Trek Wars Klingon good or face the choke hold from the Sith lord You brainstorming but you clouded with doubt The Mandalorian ain’t hitting my midichlorian count Lost in space and air time is a drought So Bob may truly show the Robisons family what the dangers about The enterprise for the next generation More drive than Anakin with his pod racing Saying, that the conversation we ain’t used to Go over your head you’ll get mauled like count Dooku Sick like McCoy with the doctor voids with a Vulcan touch from Nimoy, prosper with ya boy Slashing thru the droids about a half million to go But I’m built to last like R2 to C-3PO Trek Wars Trek Wars You’ll get the saber or the phaser if you onboard Trek Wars Trek Wars Klingon good or face the choke hold from the Sith lord Trek Wars Trek Wars You’ll get the saber or the phaser if you onboard Trek Wars Trek Wars Klingon good or face the choke hold from the Sith lord Beam me up Scotty I’m dolo like Solo Times get Chewy on stun is a no go Feel it first person like a GoPro Leave these body bag of words like it is in the intro I play my role because it’s a factor He the greatest ever in the words of William Shatner What I’m after is a skill so strategic that I can wield 4 sabers like I was general Grievous So you can leave all the speeches to Captain Kirk and Picard On a roll like BB-8 from afar I ain’t doing y’all favours Went through the song without mentioning Skywalker or Darth Vader Trek Wars Trek Wars You’ll get the saber or the phaser if you onboard Trek Wars Trek Wars Klingon good or face the choke hold from the Sith lord Trek Wars Trek Wars You’ll get the saber or the phaser if you onboard Trek Wars Trek Wars Klingon good or face the choke hold from the Sith lord
You put the bodies over here Captain You put the bodies over here Space You put the bodies over here You have no honor You put the bodies over here Engage You put the bodies over here Space, these are the voyages of Worf, the Klingon commander In his never-ending battle where he faces his enemies fearless And with honor You put the bodies over here Worf is a Klingon You put the bodies over here Assimilate this You put the bodies over here I said Worf is a Klingon You put the bodies over here The captain says engage You put the bodies over here You put the bodies over here You put the bodies over here You put the bodies over here You put the bodies over here You put the bodies over here You put the bodies over here You put the bodies over here You put the bodies over here You put the bodies over here You put the bodies over here
On a mission to a station we ended up in the bar There were Klingons and Cyrano, a trader who had travelled far Uhura couldn't resist the fluffy thing he had for sale So she brought it to the Enterprise, which proved to be a big mistake Trouble with tribbles, multiplying rapidly Overwhelming the starship, cute little enemy Meanwhile at the station similar problems The cargo being eaten and obviously poisoned But Klingons and tribbles don't like each other at all So a spy was revealed and the plot as well, but what to do with every furry ball?
the ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky i fumble through my fuzz and buzz mr. i tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit meet me at the port with the nickel bags and shit tell my pops i'm out earthbound with the crew he said butterfly may the boogie be with you left my moms a note with these quotes on a trunk it says i split to earth to resurrect the funk a dozen snapple pops and a little box of beats travellin through space with the funky funky beats stopped at pluto to cop some petrol met some klingons and got our things on cruisin warp 6 with mr. wiggles in the mix hendrix passin peas star child get the fix the saucer shook the heavens with the blooms and the blams because when we hit new york - shazam we droppin like a comet and this vulcan tried to spock it these martians tried to do it, but knew they couldn't cop it the others from our brother planet lands in the flesh from up in sector 6 yes y'all and it's good to be here when we landed up on lex stirrin up the ground with the sound of doug e fresh and the hard rockin kids that did it for the black with the pumas on their feet and the barmas on their back we learned and we earned it so you know you got to hand it we planned it when we left how to freak it and to slam it add a ladybug transformation is complete for the metamorphosis from the box to the jeep and it's good to be here gettin fly with the raps we love it where we from but we kick it where we at bumpin out with somethin that pops and transcends dps baby it's slim but not thin in amongst the pebbles we rocks on your blocks soakin in the ghetto for kids that have not slappin on some skin when we slam check the cheers so we greet their virgin ears with a kiss it's so good to be here we jazz up the streets to prove we have beats fat jazz fat style and the sound so sweet and there ain't no doubt that you got to check doodle, silk, butter, mec it's so good to be here yeah baby that's the style the jazz can fill a club or papers by the pile just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you at the boomin funk hut it was the afro with the butt so to the flam lovers that crowd in dark spots so see em kick the lingo and grip that little crotch now we have arrived with crazy boogie sounds get yourself a mate today's to boogie down this is all we know we feel it when we slams you could hear the love, it comes out in our jams the hiphop diggin cats just deliverin the words from the ghetto-dwellin youth to the bourgies in the burbs and it's good to be here
Say something droid tj would say I believe in all kinds of creatures No no no Klingons Andorians Tellarites Romulans Daleks Cybermen Don't forget sontarans Sarlacc pit I can think of all kinds of creatures hey ah Klingons Andorians Tellarites Romulans Daleks Cybermen Sarlacc pit Its space raining There is space rain I think its getting wet It is getting space wet from this space rain Oh
I should have know that you were only just fifteen You had a scowl like a Klingon beauty queen Old enough to stand out but to young to stand with pride So uncomfortable in your messed-up skin And the cool parties never let you in I can still relate to being so high and dry Don't cry...
Oh the trouble with tribbles is they never stop They eat all your grain then they start to pop From one to a dozen then a hundred they'll be Tribbles breed trouble exponentially Dax lights up please let us find Koloth tonight O'Brien says was that Kirk then they fight Worf shakes his head I will not discuss As chaos erupts with the Klingons and us But under the grain the truth lay bare The Klingons had poisoned what was hidden there What happened to my coffee and my cordon bleu This tribble is dead and that one is too Oh the trouble with tribbles is they never stop They eat all your grain then they start to pop From one to a dozen then a hundred they'll be Tribbles breed trouble exponentially So keep your circuits open keep your grain in your sight And beware of the critters that breed overnight But with a Klingon roar and a transporter's beam We rid the Enterprise of this tribbling scheme Where there'll be no tribble at all
Who She's a Gorgon, and A little, and Dalek A master time lord too These are not the droids that your looking for These are not the droids that your looking for These are not the droids that your looking for These are not the droids that your looking for She's a little Star Wars, and A little Star Trek, and A whole lotta Dr. Who She's a little sith lord, and A little Klingon, and A master jedi too She's a little Star Wars, and A little Star Trek, and A whole lotta Dr.
This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow but you don't hear me though Live in stereo, pumpin loud until your speaker blow Ghetty-o slang pro, sling rap for cash flow Keep it live from the intro until the outro Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect Best connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check Bring em round the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes y'all niggaz goin down I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the outcome Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum Forty-five bar seminar, ghetto rap star Slide like water rats through the Staten Reservoir Swingin swords cut your mic cord, snatch ya rap awards Commercial cats fuckin up the game, that's why I crash boards Break laws, wired jaw, keep on tryin yours Hardcore, something that my street niggaz is dyin for Snatch your neck and the dope fiend, Golgo 13 Professionals wit no things, say no more Check my Dogs at the Reservoir Gourmet special of the day is n*gga Souflee, pusher gotta pay And the games people play, John J. back around the way Fish filet, Mister DJ, turn it up a notch Hit the replay, for dirt bomb niggaz in the P.J. To Klingon, bring on, the Good Times for Keyon Hood rhymes that's be-yond ya thinkin For eons, I've been hear to shine on the black minds Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy n*gga Rag time, bad sign, flatline "It's easy to get into the game, but once you get on top Can you stay there?"
This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow but you don't hear me though Live in stereo, pumpin loud until your speaker blow Ghetty-o slang pro, sling rap for cash flow Keep it live from the intro until the outro Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect Best connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check Bring em round the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes y'all niggaz goin down I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the outcome Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum Forty-five bar seminar, ghetto rap star Slide like water rats through the Staten Reservoir Swingin swords cut your mic cord, snatch ya rap awards Commercial cats fuckin up the game, that's why I crash boards Break laws, wired jaw, keep on tryin yours Hardcore, something that my street niggaz is dyin for Snatch your neck and the dope fiend, Golgo 13 Professionals wit no things, say no more Check my Dogs at the Reservoir Gourmet special of the day is n*gga Souflee, pusher gotta pay And the games people play, John J. back around the way Fish filet, Mister DJ, turn it up a notch Hit the replay, for dirt bomb niggaz in the P.J. To Klingon, bring on, the Good Times for Keyon Hood rhymes that's be-yond ya thinkin For eons, I've been hear to shine on the black minds Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy n*gga Rag time, bad sign, flatline "It's easy to get into the game, but once you get on top Can you stay there?"
I want to see things I'll never get to see Foreign bronze, klingons, naked girls with purple eyes. Yeah, look at me sad and low and lonely Dead-end job, a slob, and fucked up all the time.
I got shit to kill Motherfuckers to prove wrong Wonder how they feel I know that they ain't movin on Gone too long Always gone on strong From a Dutch or a bong Until I'm speaking Klingon I got shit to kill Motherfuckers to prove wrong Wonder how they feel I know that they ain't movin on Gone too long Always gone on strong From a Dutch or a bong Until I'm speaking Klingon Someday I'll be a don I'll be as big as Sean Idk about the rap We'll see if it last for long But I don't really know What's the word Scooter Braun Let's be as loud as gaung Please once it'd be fun LSD I'm using tounges Fuck with me we got you gone Two one seem so fuckin long Prolly cuz I'm usually gone I lost myself in two oh one eight Found myself 3 years later in my Nonna's estate I feel great no debate and make no mistake I'm out for blood motherfucker here here for first first place I can handle anything pussy raise up the stakes Must think that I'm a rookie to the shitty ass fate I've been to hell in back bitch I got all that it takes I've taken multiple trips up in this 21 year base I'm on my way to the top bitch and stoppin too late Because I've since before 8 that this all was my due fate I ain't never send shots unless they start up some hate Everybody flock and I just love it it's great "Karter get yourself a girl Bro I promise it's mad tight" I'm jaded as fuck and done rolling the dice But Olivia Rodigueo really seems so nice I got shit to kill Motherfuckers to prove wrong Wonder how they feel I know that they ain't movin on Gone too long Always gone on strong From a Dutch or a bong Until I'm speaking Klingon I got shit to kill Motherfuckers to prove wrong Wonder how they feel I know that they ain't movin on Gone too long Always gone on strong From a Dutch or a bong Until I'm speaking Klingon Chop him up like cigar I'm takin Xanax bars Strum dat bitch like guitar Yeah we back how bizarre I got homies on probation Yeah just send me your location On the run from the feds so he think he on vacation He say he wanna scrap I tell him run it back Hadda go get the bag Shoot and I score.
There's a small town in the mountains where the streets are wide and still There are children making angels in the snow The sunset paints the sky at night And old man works by candlelight A tiny baby smiles and waves hello In the cold gray light of dawn an eagle flies And the men are happy wearing matching ties A pair of poodles A broken finger will not bend Soup with noodles A female Klingon's drunk boyfriend A sexy lady This party's better than it seems Warren Beatty Dear sleeping giant panda: pleasant dreams A visit to the dentist A place to get some pie A rainbow floats above a waterfall A ferris wheel, a carousel The landlord never learned to spell Someone put graffiti on the wall Atop the Christmas tree, a shining star And Dwyer's rocking out on air guitar A freight train passes Someone's grandma owns a gun A dog with glasses A strange balloon man has too much fun Thumbs up for Slurpees If you're receiving then you're not gay A case of herpes As it turns out the eyepatch is A-OK
He can drive all night and he can drive day And still be on the ball or so he'll say But I can share a little yarn about his claim to fame He'd rather not talk about It was on the Newell highway in July last year Somewhere after midnight it was cold but clear I see this big rig parked in the middle of the road Lit up like a Christmas tree Well you can well imagine I expected the worst So I thought I'd take a look in the cabin first Then I see you know who by the side of the road Standin' there starin' at the stars and yellin' "Beam me up Scotty, I'm ready to ride To take my place at the helm of the Enterprise And boldly go through those starry skies Hey I've proved my worth down here on earth I'm a star trucker, star trucker And it's time for me to go interplanetary I'm a star, star trucker" I gotta tell you boys it took me by surprise To see the crazy look in that poor blokes eyes And when he sees me comin' he starts to scream "Klingons off the starboard bow" Then I have this flash on how to make it work I said "Son, it's not the Klingons, it's Captain Kirk" He says "Sorry Captain it's been a hell of a day" And I just, can't, push, it any harder So beam me up Scotty im'a ready to ride To take my place at the helm of the Enterprise And boldly go through those starry skies Hey I've proved my worth down here on earth I'm a star trucker, star trucker And it's time for me to go interplanetary I'm a star, star trucker Star, star trucker
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