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Les: I'm going down to South Park, gonna have myself a time
Stan/Kyle: Friendly faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation Les: I'm going down to South Park, gonna leave my woes behind Cartman: Ample parking day or night, people spouting "Howdy neighbor!" Les: Heading on up to South Park, gonna see if I can't unwind Kenny: I love girls with big fat titties, I love girls with deep vaginas Les: So come on down to South Park and meet some friends of mine |
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2 tablespoons of cinnammon,
And 2 or 3 egg whites a half a stick of butter melt it Stick it all in a bowl,baby stir it with a wooden spoon mix in a cup of flour, you'll be in heaven soon Say everybody have you seen my balls they're big and salty and brown!! If you ever need em' quick, pick me up just stick my balls in your mouth OOOHH!! Suck on my chocolate salty balls, stick 'em in your mouth and suck 'em Suck on my chocolate salty balls, they're packed full of vitamins and good for you, So suck on my balls!! Quarter-cup of unsweetened chocolate and a half a cup of brandy And throw in a bag or two of sugar and just a pinch of vanilla Grease up the cookie sheet, 'cause I hate when my balls stick, then preheat the oven to three-fity, and give that spoon a lick!!!! Say everybody have you seen my balls they're big and salty and brown!! if you ever need em' quick, pick me up Just stick my balls in your MOUTH!!! Suck on my chocolate salty balls put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em suck on my chocolate salty balls they're packed full of goodness, high in fiber!! suck on my balls sniff sniff sniff Hey, wait a minute, what's that smell? smell like somethin burnin Well that dont bother me none as long as i get my rent paid on friday Baby you better get back in the kitchen, cause I gotta sneak in suspicion oh man baby, baby, you just burnt my balls!!!! HELP ME!! MY BALLS ON FIRE!! HELP ME BABY, MY BALLS ARE BURNIN'!! GET ME SOME WATER!! POUR SOME WATER ON ME!! MY BALLS ARE BURNIN'!! OH MY GOODNESS!! BLOW ON EM', BLOW ON EM' DO SOMETHIN!! Oooh suck on my chocolate salty balls put em' in your mouth and suck em THEY ON FIRE BABY!! Suck on my chocolate salty balls BLOW EM OUT BABY!! OH! SUCK ON MY BALLS, BABY!!! SUCK ON MY BALLS, BABY!! SUCK ON MY RED HOT, SALTY, CHOCOLATE BALLS!!! COME ON BABY!! WHOO!! WHOO!! Suck on my balls!!!!! |
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| 5. |
| 5:13 |
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I'm sailing away
Set an open course For the virgin sea 'Cause I've got to be free Free to face the life That's ahead of me On board I'm the captain So climb aboard We'll search for tomorrow On every shore But I'll try Oh Lord, I'll try To carry on I look to the seas Reflections in the waves Spark my memory Some happy, some sad I think of childhood friends And the dreams we had We lived happy forever So that story goes But somehow we missed out On the pot of gold But we'll try Best that we can To carry on A gathering of angels Appeared above my head They sang to me their song of hope And this is what they said! Come sail away Come sail away Come sail away with me You guys Come sail away Come sail away Come sail away with me Come sail away Come sail away Come sail away with me You guys, huh Come sail away Come sail away Come sail away with me... Yeah! I thought that they were angels But to my surprise They climbed aboard their starship And headed for the skies! They said... Come sail away Come sail away Come sail away with me You guys Come sail away Come sail away Come sail away with me Everybody now Come sail away Come sail away Come and sail away with me You guys, seriously Come sail away Come sail away Come and sail away with me Chef: Make it funky now... (Hey, you're screwing up my song) (Hey, what's going on?) Chef: Come sail away Come sail away Come sail away with me Children Come sail away Come sail away (No, no, no, it's like this!) Come sail away with me ROCK IT! Come sail away Come sail away Come sail away with me You guys Come sail away Come sail away Come sail away with me You guys, seriously Come sail away Come sail away Come sail away with me Come sail away Come sail away Come sail away with me Come sail away Come sail away Come sail away with me (Come sail away) Come sail away Come sail away Come sail away with me Seriously. [panting] |
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| 6. |
| 3:25 |
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This is Master P
I'm down here in South Park I just put a million dollar reward up For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny Ya heard (Kenny's dead) We got to ride tonight My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh Kenny started messin' up, hangin' with the thugs Cutting class in the fast section, see weed and drugs And I guess that's how it is when the ghetto got you trapped But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped People lie in they sheet on South Park streets Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn't no Crip or no Blood And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud (Kenny's dead) We got to ride tonight My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh A lot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes 211, 187, it's like a hobby Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street But picture this, Kenny with about ten G's and a couple of keys, huh Servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide He knew one day that the rats would come But he didn't know they was gonna scream, "'Bout it, 'bout it" And hit him with a shotgun, uhh (Kenny's dead) We got to ride tonight My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh A lot of wasted deaths, a lot of senseless crime But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh Judgment day is for everybody Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this with us And it's real out here on these streets I'd love to live like Kenny But just remember, Kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon, huh Died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back Ya heard me Hombre, Master P, No Limit To the world, baby Don't get no realer than this |
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| 3:17 |
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Baby you know, you're the one for me
And all that I want to be is... You and me... and her, simultaneous You and me... and you and you, simultaneous Simultaneous lovin' baby, two or three... Simultaneous ooh, come on Have an open mind, pull my trigger down Gimme the last cold turkey blast, make it fast Take my ass to town Have an open mind, send my cares away Ring my bell you fat piggy whale, what the hell Today's your lucky day You and me... and her, simultaneous You and me... and Wynona Rider, simultaneous Simultaneous lovin' baby, two or three... Simultaneous, ooh, come on Have an open mind, it's a normal thing to do Don't be a prude, just get nude Oh, you're being rude, I would do it for you Baby please have an open mind, you're the only one I love These girls you see, baby they don't mean anything, let's all just get in the tub You and me... and her too, simultaneous You and me... and your momma and your sister Simultaneous lovin' baby, two or three... Simultaneous oww, come on Everybody in the pool! Have an open mind, don't be so mean to me Call your sister and your mother and your aunt It's every man's fantasy Have an open... woa, baby, put that knife away Don't be mad, I'll take you back, just relax, we can make love your way I'm talking about You and me... and some flowers and some wine, instantaneous You and me... and Whitney Houston (on the radio, babe, on the radio) Some candles and some good feelings Just the two of us Oh, fudge it Now, I'm talking about You and me... and her and her and her, simultaneous You and me... and women in the house, simultaneous Three and seven, make it a baker's dozen See the ladies in the house clap your hands Now that'd be a party, ladies |
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| 3:53 |
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| 2:53 |
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When I was young, Mama played a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far She said, "Just keep all the lyrics hardcore" Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my... Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof One night, he jumped out the car and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose You can be at the party gettin' loose But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, what should I write next? Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff The operator say, "If you accept, say yes" "Yes, what's the deal, son?" "Yo, I got bad news" Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues "The friends will make you, then too can break you They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu" "Who?" "You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)" "Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you" "Hey yo, your cousin Rohann..." "Uh-huh" "Who used to sell bang" "Uh-huh" "DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans..." "What?" "In a plastic bag with a note attached" "Saying what?" "A million and a half or he won't be back" "So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp" "If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp" Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part? Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art? I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope? S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof One night, he jumped out the car and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose You can be at the party gettin' loose But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose You're shootin' in the opposite position I'm thiniin', "Should I fire or hold back on ammunition On your wig transition?" My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised Shalom, shalom, pardon my left But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death You provoke the cycle, call Michael You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother No-one hears you even though you knock You used to walk around the block with the daily rock Things done changed since your spark got hot Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof One night, he jumped out the car and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose You can be witcha girl gettin' loose But you can catch a bullet in your goose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose You can be at the party gettin' loose But you can catch a bullet in your goose |
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You know Kathie Lee, you are a very special woman
I don't mean special in a Mary Tyler-Moore way Or an extra-value meal at Happy Burger way No, I mean SPECIAL... Like... The song of the hummingbird as it gets ready to find that female hummingbird And -- make sweet love to it -- all night long Just two hummingbirds moaning' and groanin' And letting their bodies caress and touch each other in ecstasy Slowly, the male hummingbird gets behind the female hummingbird And eases his way into her golden valley Gliding gently in and out, in and out, ooh, in and out Two hummingbirds doin' it doggy style all night long Until finally the male hummingbird screams with passion And lets his little humming gravy fly all over the nest And it makes me wanna It makes me wanna sing this special song for you Yeah, baby, yeah mama Ooh Kathie Lee, you're such a special woman to me, How I'd love to lay you down And lick every inch of your body With my tongue Kathie Lee, you're my sexual fantasy How 'bout you and me? Get it together and make sweet love... 'Cause nobody can take your place No way they can match your face, No, you got it goin' on in a way so clear I just wanna buy you a beer I thought maybe tonight at seven thirty or seven, I could come by and Pick you up in my car (No substitute) No substitute for you (No substitute) No baby there's (no substitute) for your girl (No substitute) for you now I know you love my body so much It's something you can't help but touch, ooh I might let you if you promise to be gentle, Now I'm gettin' all sentimental Maybe tonight after pickin' you up in my car We can park down over by the gas station That closed two weeks ago and make love in the back seat and... Drop you off at home (No substitute) No substitute for you (No substitute) No baby there's (No substitute) Come on baby say it (No substitute) For you now Now you remember our two hummingbirds Well after their night of passion The male hummingbird couldn't sleep or eat All he could think about was that incredible night When things were flyin' all over the place And beaks were where they should be So he put his beak lips together and whistled a song Calling that female hummingbird back for another night of fire Just like I'm calling out for you, baby Hey, get your ass over here for some good lovin' There's only one word that can describe you You're a flippity-floppity-hootchy-mama-woowoo You've got everything I ever wanted My metaphor's all been exhausted So what say you and I forget about this singin' and songin' And act like a couple of hummingbirds ourselves... And get down to some business (No substitute) No substitute for you (No, no, no substitute) No baby there's (no substitute) for you girl (No substitute) for you girl (no substitute) For you (no, no, no, no, no, no substitute) For you girl Ladies and gentlemen, the Fabulous Chefettes (No) no (no) subs (subs) sti (tute) for (you) Ba (by) no (no) no no no (no) for you yeah, (No substitute) for you Kathie Lee, yeah |
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Got this bug-eyed girl
Cold hand on my knee Frozen teeth chitter, chatter She's dressed up like a cemetary Like a cemetary Snowbound all winter Blue lips on my cheek Little tongues prattlin', rattlin' Talkin' about them hometown geeks Them hometown geeks Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee Help me into your custom kitchen Gimme a cup of that old black magic I wanna get me some of that old home cookin' Can you feel it, it's chilly and freezin' Wake up Wendy, moods a changin' I got a reason, and you got a feelin' Wake up Wendy, love's in season Feels like a steam clean When she washes me Clouds bustin', pumps a hissin' Just peel me off the ceiling Off the ceiling Chill out bug-eyed-girl Zap me into cinders Pop the thermal mumbo jumbo Melt me with your little fingers With little fingers Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee Help me into your custom kitchen Gimme a cup of that old black magic I wanna get me some of that old home cookin' Can you feel it, it's chilly and freezin' Wake up Wendy, moods a changin' I got a reason, and you got a feelin' Wake up Wendy, love's in season Wake up Wendy, love's in season Wake up Wendy, love's in season |
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| 3:31 |
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| 3:21 |
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Well I'm a Huboon Baby
I'm a cross between a human and an ape I'm all gagged out I'm gonna hoot, I'm gonna root, I'm gonna rape People look at me and laugh And make fun of my face I laugh right back I don't want to be part of the human race Ha ha ha I did it to myself And now somebody's gonna be sorry! I'm a Huboon Baby Gonna mess around with all you fools I'm all pumped up, I'm gonna rap, I'm gonna snap, I'm gonna rule I had the operation, nothing else left to do Well, looky here, I've been hurt, I'm gonna hurt you Now somebody's gonna be sorry like all you wenches and your slime, and all you right-winged pin heads, Who make screwing a big crime You tittie twisted up my life, and pissed on all my dreams You made me hate myself, Now come on, shoot me, set me free Let's go He's a Huboon Baby, he's really all fudged up, He's a Huboon Baby, he's really all fudged up, He's a Huboon Baby, he's really all fudged up, I did it to myself Now somebody's gonna be sorry Well, I'm a Huboon baby, I'll grow up to be the President I'm all excited, I'm really tweaked, I'm really freaked, I'm really bent Big town papas better hurry hide your little girls, I'll drop thier bones I'll sniff 'em out round the world Now, somebody's gonna be sorry, All you wenches and you slime And all you right-winged Who make screwing a big crime And you tittie twisted up my life And pissed all over my dreams You made me hate myself Now come on shoot me, set me free I'm a Huboon Baby I'm a cross between a human and an ape I'm all gagged out I'm gonna hoot, I'm gonna root, I'm gonna rape People look at me and laugh And make fun of my face I laugh right back I don't want to be part of the human race |
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| 2:32 |
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Well it's a rockin' world, make no mistake about
It's a shockin' world, could be what's so great about It's a rockin' world, there ain't nothing fake about it Whoa whoa, now welcome to this Earth bro Whoa whoa, we're tryin' to find an answer Whoa whoa, we got a surface module and a belly-dancer On a sidewalk surf A boy is tryin' to show a girl what he is worth - whoops! Both arms in plaster, but he's still gonna Go right up and ask her Why is it barbaric is it, biological? Why is it frenetic is it also physiological? It's an epidemic, there's nothing logically Logical, logical, logical It's a rockin' world, make no mistake about It's a shockin' world, could be what's so great about It's a rockin' world, there ain't nothing fake about it Now why do babies cry? I asked the crow today but all he did was fly And he took the cynic way The laws of chaos, left us all in disarray Now take the bumblebee, a lousy rotten' bum Not a shred of money just a lazy buzzin' hum He takes all our honey and for God's sake people have got to pay, that's who... Well we go, back to base Can't make no error in tale of this place But home we're returnin' back to base, ace. Can we be notified when, love comes of age Does a cell divide in the, in the initial phase It's all codified in the DNA stage Well it's a rockin' world, make no mistake about It's a shockin' world, that could be what's so great about A It's a rockin' world, there ain't nothing fake about it. |
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In 1986, the University of Californa at Davis
saw two of its all-time brightest stars, Dr. Alphonse Mephisto and Dr. Arnie Abesacraben. Dr. Mephisto worked hard towards his thesis - his goal was to genetically duplicate the DNA structure of Asparagus, so that all Asparagus would grow to the same girth and length, Giving Asparagus a much more pleasent presentation in the world's supermarket vegetable bins. Dr. Abesacraben's goal was to genetically create the greatest musical entertainer the world had ever seen. Dr. Abesacraben knew that if he could assemble the right elements, he could theoretically build a DNA structure that would ensure his creation had talent far surpassing the average individual. At the time, one subject of urban myth was the story that Michael Jackson - in an effort to maintain his youthful look and feminie vocal characteristics - had his testicles surgically removed, thereby making him a modern-day castrato. If such a rumor were true, Michael Jackson more that likely would have had some of his semen preserved before the surgery, to ensure his the future of his name and lineage. Word came back to Dr. Abesacraben of a secret cold storage locker deep within the bowels of the UCLA research center, that not only contained four containers of frozen semen, but also held a pair of testicles, each was labeled with the name "Jack Michaelson". I once heard a noise, In the night the most sensual voice. Song of love from a eight year-old boy, Stuck in my head. And this is what he said: I am gopher boy! Pondering reality! I am gopher boy! Who will buy my raspberries? This had to be the seed of the king of pop! Dr. Abesacraben was able to use his charm and and chissled Greek features to woo a young lab technician by the name of Jennifer, who of course happened to have the proper access needed to obtain a small vial of the precious semen. The search for the egg was a short one - Dr. Mephisto simply ran an ad in the classified section of an airline music magazine. The ad read: "Wanted: unfertilized human eggs for genetic experiment. Donors must have musical background." With a plethora of young, eager wanna-be music starlets willing to sell their eggs, the two doctors - after rigorous auditioning - picked... and purchased. Dr. Abesacraben felt that it would be far less complicated legally if the fetus were brought to term in the womb of a non-human. He had long since secured the services of the University volleyball mascot, a llama by the name of "Missy". When the baby was ready, the child via cesarean. It was a healthy baby boy; he was named Kevin. I once heard a noise, In the night the most sensual voice. Song of love from a eight year-old boy, Stuck in my head. And this is what he said: I am gopher boy! Pondering reality! I am gopher boy! Who will buy my raspberries? Kevin was a beautiful child. Dr. Abesacraben saw to it that Kevin was trained by the best in all aspects of performing. His voice was golden, and had a sweetness to it that most males lacked. He moved with grace, and was able to moonwalk by the time he was three. As Kevin grew in his talent, Dr. Abesacraben started noticing odd developments in his physical state. When Kevin lost his baby teeth, his secondaries came in with a vengance! They were at least twice the size of a normal adult's, and the two in front stuck nearly straight out. Also as Kevin reached his eighth year, he was the same as the was when he was four. To top it off, he was growing hair all over and his penis was enormous, even by adult standards. It also dawned on the doctor that even trough all the years of hearing Kevin sing, he rarely spoke, often choosing to communicate with various grunt and gurgles. I once heard a noise, In the night the most sensual voice. Song of love from a eight year-old boy, Stuck in my head. And this is what he said: I am gopher boy! Pondering reality! I am gopher boy! Who will buy my raspberries? Others were noticing the changes in Kevin. Children began to tease him - to call him "Gopher Boy." One day a bully by the name of "Big Roy" started throwing bananas at him. Soon a crowd of kids were all throwing bananas. Suddenly, in a fury, Kevin rushed at Big Roy and bit three fingers off on his left hand. Kevin was taken away and placed in the custody of the state. Dr. Abesacraben's actions were found out, but because there was no legislation concerning the genetic instruction of a human being, no criminal charges were brought forth. The medical association's board of ethics stripped him of all his creditials, and his reputation was ruined. In fact, his name became to synonmous with failure, that for years to come, Medical students around the world were known to say in times of mishaps, "Damn, I feel just like Abesacraben." Dr. Mephisto immediately began procedings to adopt little Kevin. Being a noted scientist and the creator of the cloned Asparagus, it wasn't long before the two were legally united as father and son. They moved to Colorado where they live in relative obscurity. Kevin is still a boy of few spoken words, sticking mainly to his grunts and gurgles. But on occasion, if you listen closely, you can hear his sweet golden signing voice ring out into the night over the town of South Park: I am gopher boy, Pondering reality. I am gopher boy, Who will buy my raspberries? |
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