Post weird weird lyrics here.

Once my friend told me,that another classmate was listening to songs.
when all of a sudden,she heard a song with a lady singing.

"
You can be the burger baby
I can be the bun
<soft>and we can make,<softer>sandwhiches</softer></soft>
"

That made me laugh so hard!

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CORN CORN
Everybody loves
CORN CORN
Nobody hates
CORN CORN
Everybody wants to party with
CORN CORN

CORN
Is a tasty treat!
From a can or on you'r feet
It always delcious to me!

CORN!
Its yellow like pee!
But it tastes like candy!

CORN CORN
Everybody loves
CORN CORN
Nobody hates
CORN CORN
Everybody wants to party with
CORN CORN

Everybody wants to party with CORN!
But nobody parties with POTATOES!
Thats why POTATOES will kill you in ya sleep!

CORN CORN
Everybody loves
CORN CORN
Nobody hates
CORN CORN
Everybody wants to party with
CORN CORN

I LOVE CORN


Ahh,the corn song...Remember this one,flameterror?

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Lol.

My friend was saying this

Mix ya milk with ma cocoa puffs.
Ma cocoapuffs.
Milk with ma cocoa puffs.
Milkeh Milkeh Riiide.

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Sleigh bells jingle-ling rin jing jingle-ling
Horses, horses, horses, horses.
Sleigh bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling

[gunshot]

Santa Claus suck my balls
Drunk as hell rinking bells at the malls
Dancer, Prancer, Dixon, and Qupid
I'm a get stupid, ha ha ha, eh
I sat around all night under the chimney
Holdin my sack like "gimme gimme"
I know that he's commin, he's commin he must
Lookin up nuthin but rust, dust.
Turn on my tv the very next day I see your gettin payed
leadin the parade I'm that sniper on the buildin
Listen to my nine go click, Santas a fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa Claus is a fat fat bitch)
Another year and I aint get shit
(Another year I aint get shit)
If I hear him land on my roof
(Ohh my undertaker)
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

Yeah I got somthin to say about St. Nick
Fuck that hoe he never brought jack shit
No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal,
So I eat it, cuz there ain't nuttin in the cubbards
So I'll be quick, quick and brief
Alls I need for Christmas is my two front teeth
I got my teeth, kicked out my mouth
I need a few new ones could you help me out
Should of known I'd get the short end of the stick
No kinda gift I didn't get shit
Some say I was bad but that wasn't it
It's all because, Santas a fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa fuck you cuz your a hoe)
Another year and I ain't got shit
(Another year I ain't get shit)
If I hear him land on my roof
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

"Oh-ho-ho don't go that way Roudolf thats the ghettoo.
Ho-ho, those boys and girls don't deserve anything."
[Background:] Slaybells ringling jing jing jingle-ling
horses, horses, horses, horses

Santa Claus, Santa Claus where you been?
I see you got cookies and milk on your chin
I guess you had time to collect your ends
You always been down for your rich friend
But Roudolf, he don't bring his sleigh my way
Nuthin but dirt and coal for little J
I guess you couldn't fit down my chimney shaft
You need to loose some of that fat ass, eh
All the little rich boys they gettin payed
Countin the toys and duckets they made
Me? I got a little half little chunk of dog shit
I'm a kill that fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(He ate too much McDonals)
Another year and I aint get shit
(Mrs. Claus is a ho)
If I hear him land on my roof
(Slice that bitch in the big red coat)
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

For the neighborhood Christmas and everythings whack
Not a creature sturrin but a fuckin rat
I aint hearin jingle bells I aint hearin nuttin
Aint smellin no turky sure as hell aint no stuffin
All that I payed, wished and prayed
That fat mutha fucka would swing my way
Drop off soldiers and rubber ballz
But I woke up and found some crusty old drawers
Just as I knew it shaft again, and again, and again, and again
Every year I wake up to the same old shit....house
There be no sign of the fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa Claus is a fat bitch)
Another year and I aint get shit
(Another year I aint get shit)
If I hear him land on my roof
(If I hear him land on my roof)
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa Claus is a fat bitch)
Another year and I aint get shit
(I aint ge-et shi-it)
If I hear him land on my roof
(Ro-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoof)
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

[record scratching]
"He's got a fuzzy white beard and a great big smile,
A bright red hat you can see for a mile,
A bag full of goodies and a great big grin,
Here comes Santa Claus again."

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FVB wrote:

CORN CORN Everybody loves CORN CORN Nobody hates CORN CORN Everybody wants to party with CORN CORN CORN Is a tasty treat! From a can or on you'r feet It always delcious to me! CORN! Its yellow like pee! But it tastes like candy! CORN CORN Everybody loves CORN CORN Nobody hates CORN CORN Everybody wants to party with CORN CORN Everybody wants to party with CORN! But nobody parties with POTATOES! Thats why POTATOES will kill you in ya sleep! CORN CORN Everybody loves CORN CORN Nobody hates CORN CORN Everybody wants to party with CORN CORN I LOVE CORN Ahh,the corn song...Remember this one,flameterror?

wee need to do a duet

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"Jock-O-Rama (Invasion of the Beef Patrol)" by The Dead Kennedys

You really like gorillas?
We've got just the pet for you
It's the way you're forced to act
To survive our schools

Make your whole life revolve around sports
Walk tough-don't act too smart
Be a mean machine
Then we'll let you get ahead

Jock-O-Rama-Save my soul
We're under the thumb of the Beef Patrol
The future of America is in their hands
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
Pep rally in the holy temple
And you're forced to go
Masturbate en masse
With the favored religious cult
Cheerleaders yell-"Ra Ra Team"
From the locker room parades the prime beef
When archaeologists dig this up
They'll either laugh or cry

Jock-O-Rama-On the brain
Redneck-a-thon drivin' me insane
The future of America is in their hands
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
Unzip that old time religion
On the almighty football field
Beerbellies of all ages
Come to watch the gladiators bleed
"Now boys, this game ain't played for fun
You're going out there to win
How d'ya win?
Get out there
And snap the other guy's knee!"

Beat 'em up! Beat 'em up!
Ra Ra Ra
Snap those spinal cords
Ha Ha Ha

The star quarterback lies injured
Unconscious on the football field
Looks like his neck's been broken
Seems to happen somewhere every year

His mom and dad clutch themselves and cry
Their favorite son will never walk again
Coach says, "That boy gave a hundred percent
What spirit
What a man"

But who cares?
Games over-Let's go get wasted man
To the 7-11, to the liquor store
Let's party all night and party some more

Another Trans-Am
Wrapped itself around a telephone pole
"I ain't drunk, officer
I just fell gettin' out of my car"

Don't worry about it, son
We were that way when we were young
You've got all the skills
To make a damn good businessman

Jock-O-Rama-that's the law
Come lick the butts of the Beef Patrol
If the future of America is handed to them
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls

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Little Maggots, The Matches

little maggots, maggots whose parents, parents fed me full
grown and living, inhabiting comfortably my skull
dust to dust and justice is, is for us all and all's for null

may your organs fail before your dreams fail you
may your organs fail before your dreams fail you
may your organs fail before your dreams fail you

waving in the distance, waving (ha ha ha)
waving in the minutes, waning (ha ha ha)
waiting for this to make sense, waiting
stop waving back, I'm drowning

may your organs fail before your dreams fail you
may your organs fail before your dreams fail you
may your organs fail before your dreams fail you, you

little maggots, maggots whose parents, parents fed me full
grown and living, inhabiting comfortably my skull
dust to dust and justice is, is for us all and all's for...
nothing, fucking zero

may your organs fail before your dreams fail you
may your organs fail before your dreams fail you
may your organs fail before your dreams fail you

waving in the distance, waving (hey, I'm drowning)
waving in the minutes, waning (hey, I'm drowning)
waiting for this to make sense, waiting
stop waving back, I'm drowning

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Hey pinball wizard...
You can be the burger baby i can be the bun.
and we can make,sandwhiches...

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killslasher wrote:

Hey pinball wizard... You can be the burger baby i can be the bun. and we can make,sandwhiches...

As long as I can be in the Beef Patrol

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PinballWizard wrote:

killslasher wrote: Hey pinball wizard... You can be the burger baby i can be the bun. and we can make,sandwhiches... As long as I can be in the Beef Patrol

heres the mayo!

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Exhume To Consume
By: Carcass

Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With post-humous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
Scrutinised then brutalised
My forensic inquisition is fulfiled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled...

I devour the pediculous corpse
Whetting my palate as I exhume
The festering stench of rotting flesh
Makes me drool as I consume...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)

Weeping tissue is stripped
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh...

Ulcerated flesh I munch
Rotting corpses are my lunch
On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)
Shrivelled innards I lick
The corpse's head I kick
Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs)
[Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste]

Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead
- Caskets exhumed...
Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed
- To consume...

Bereaved relatives are not amused
As on their dear departed I feverishly consume...

Slavering worms, decomposure burns
Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw

Desecrate...
Precipitate....(from the muddy grave)
Macerate...
Eviscerate...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)

Saponified fats, nibbled by rats
- freshly exhumed...
Deep down six feet is where I like to eat
- Human flesh to consume...

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Fermenting Innards
By: Carcass

Your pulverized torso languishes in its pool of pus
Minced, cancerous viscera - gore seeps from the guts
My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot
I drool my gastric juices as I chomp on you blood-clots

Fermenting innards, bubbling with rot
Alcoholic pus, dissolves the wooden box

I gouge into the chest's cavity to rip out the intestines
Slivering soft entrails to release the foaming secretions
I suck up the concoction and eat the decay
With cankered disgorgement I excrete my gurgling prey

Bile, chyme and blood in the offal effervesce
I eviscerate the bowels and drink the clotted cess

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Psychopathologist
By: Carcass

Effervescing entrails corroding after years
The stench of the canker brings me no tears
Festering tumours of cancerous decay
Gnawed and chewed by maggots with malicious hate

I like to slide my hand inside your stomach
And rip out the putrid remains,
Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs
Until all the casket is drained.
It's fun being a pathologist - slicing up corpses
Especially when they have just been exhumed,
I like doing autopsies on festering carcasses -
I get high sniffing on all the fumes

[Solo: Inquisitive Brutality]

The sound of rancid juices sloshing around your coffin
The mould and the gore remind me of that you're rotting
Congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins
The beautiful colour of your decomposing brain

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