Lyrics:
thinking ''we wanna believe you''
Black people prayed for JFK
But bang, he got blown away
Same way, Gosh, I can't forget Peter Tosh
If Bob Marley was
Mr. Bob Dobailina
Oh were has my mic gone? Tell me, have you seen her?
I stretch like a condom and gets plump like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of course
Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are
levitating shit
They say bob how you feel about tha fame
Really aint famous till obama know my name
Tha games in a drought it was going down tha drain
When I
a different song
Tom: Why won’t they stop? I really want to go home
And all these beautiful people are making me feel like a fugly little gnome
Danny: I feel
on the ceiling
While the sand band jammed the bong song
My Sepherot were erased one by one
I never fucked up as bad as you did
Jean
The way we're movin' by the end of the song
They're gonna have to pull the fire, fire alarm
Subliminal, sex
Drippin' in, sweat
I'm losing my,
There was Everything but the Girl
Bob Geldof has no ego
That man should get the Nobel Prize
By the time he sang the solo on Feed the World
I thought he
Hello friends, This is Stompin' Tom Connors|And I'd like to dedicate this song to that old Alberta cowboy himself|Wilf Carter||(yodeling)||In
you? How many've you born?
How many spouses have wronged?
How many outfits have you worn?
How is it you know this song?
Banana Split, said she with
Bitch I'm Tom on the beat
(Yea yea)
Bitch I'm John with the keys
(Yea yea)
Bitch I'm Bob off the weed
(With respect)
Most predictable line of all time, I
shaka-laka lokey, shaggy the clown back like scoliosis,
Call me a psycho-skitzo-freak, and I'll call you by your name! (dick
Anus)
Cuz I could give two
the road like we used to be
Just singin' Bob Dylan's "Song to Woody"
The months and the years they will pass
And I'll wonder where you've been, did you find
Jean
The way we're movin' by the end of the song
They're gonna have to pull the fire, fire alarm
Subliminal, sex
Drippin' in, sweat
I'm losing my,
G Am
Ever Since you went Away Fall and winter are here
F G7 C
the fuck is wrong with you? (dumb it down)
How can I get on a song with you? (dumb it down)
Look b, here's my main, my two-way
Uh, what should I, ah,
aye
F**king with new girl name Jas, aye
Trying to get on my clout, aye
Hilfigier down like Tom-aye
Talkin to me, yeah b**ch i'm gettin kinda sketch
I
you to tell me I'm in the band please)
I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am)
Right or wrong I sing my song the best I can
I don't need
technicians, no F's given, yeah
This team is a mixture of a few groups
This for my fans, nigga, fuck everybody else
If you loving this Tech N9ne give me three
As time ticks by, on our journey through
I'm still searching for a way
To get back to loving you
Remember that magical place
I'm battling to recall
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
songs, bout bars and beer,
Heart breaking women, trucks and fried chicken,
It's a bit monotonous dear.
Well country stoners need a song to call our own
(Gotta throw on ya Scooby Doo's, those are shoes by the way)
You're so contagious, I can't take it have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse me, what's
of chilling fear, you will never keep me here
For I, I shall crawl right down through that wall
I will crawl right on through that wall
That fateful night
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