Lyrics:
bickerin' worse
Than that bitch in that Snickers commercial
A mixture of Stifler and Urkel, hangin' from the light fixture
I hope you pricks are insured
We so controversial
This dick is bound to hurt you
See we from DPGC, this is our new commercial
We got that slick talk, we hit the bitch off
And all
To look?
You'll get no
You'll get no
You'll get no
You'll get no
You'll get no commercials
Oompa Loompa
Doompa-dee-da
If you're not
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K are S plus One equals
me
But that's just 'cause they haven't got a thing to say
Well, everybody rapping like it's a commercial
Actin' like life is a big commercial
So
got shot in the face, it's all on videotape
So come on, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free
Well I got shot in the face, it's all on videotape
commercials
And he was going to be a movie star
But all I wanted was a car
All I wanted was a car
Part time job making chicken kabobs at the food court
down at the Whiskey Bar
Smiles and says she thinks she remembers me from that commercial with the credit card
Hell, these days there ain't no more,
me
But that's just 'cause they haven't got a thing to say
Well, everybody rapping like it's a commercial
Actin' like life is a big commercial
So
Rock and roll is not too long
He said son you got to be commerical
If you want to turn the people
songs.
Rock and roll is not too long
He said son you got to be commercial
If you want to turn the people on.
And I said turning on the people
Now
Sit back and watch the world crumble.
Humanity has stumbled.
No commercial interruptions.
Sweet televised destruction.
Wave your flag and chant
understand that
She was god's gift to man
Well I seen her on T.V just a couple of nights ago
She was a doin' a commercial
Smilin' with some ivory soap
the door now
Up, down, turn around
Running in circles
We're gonna take you out of town
Away from commercials
Up, down, turn around
Running in circles
We're
commercial
We'll be blowin' free in the wind
It's a sunny day, I sp your love and grin
(Shu-sugar-sugar honey ice-ice-tea)
(Hold it now...Hold it now)
this commercial on TV
Says that Detroit
Can't make good cars any more
Motor City
Who's driving my car?
Who's driving my car now?
Who?
My army
Don't know how much I can take, my heart's on a commercial break
I know you feel it too, you don't tell me but you give clues
So no more emotions to fake,
a commercial for death
Anger is something I worked to manifest
Life is a commercial for death
And you're hypnotized by the advertisement
I'll dress
Artistry's crammed in the backseat
One is content and one's commercial, I suppose
Which is content and which is commercial? I don't know
Throwing a guilty
undressing eyes, so strictly commercial
Your love is a cashed-in cheque
Oh, oh, that's the way of all flesh
All flesh
All flesh
undressing eyes, so strictly commercial
Your love is a cashed-in cheque
Oh, oh, that's the way of all flesh
All flesh
All flesh
strictly commercial
Your love is a cashed-in check
Oh oh that's the way of all flesh
All flesh
All flesh
Shakespeare was your scapegoat
And your apple sticking into my throat
Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails
And your crucifixion commercials failed
But
You tell me
What I need
Commercials
Just Force feed
Am I sick?
Guess we'll see
Got major anxiety
Research
Online
I've got all of the signs
Of this
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