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Internalize Mahogany
03:30
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Bring back ‘em good ol’ days
When people knew their place.
Ooooh oooh oh
Before them to be president!!??
No talking back, no sassafrass
This generation got no class
Heh-heh-HEEEY
White power? Why bother?
If I had a time machine,
I’d keep that sucka clean
To and fro, beyond the void!
Gleaming smile, god-awful pride,
Travelling back, olden times
The return, a Gilded Age!!
Hummin’ them golden sounds,
When up was up and down was down
Ooooh ooh oh
Back then when we was Babylon!!!
The politician say “We better look the other way”
Heh-heh-HEEEY!
Why bother? Who bothers?
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Sip o’ the tabasquee
Grandma’s ol’cough syrup
Prying everybody
Caught her feet down in them stirrups
Hovering the Church hat
Ol’Glory wavin’
Talking to her Jesus
Everybody waitin’
Shouting match with Sonny, Only one who helps
around that house,
Then there are the kitty corpses that keep on piling up, layin’
underground.
Singing hymns to Jesus, Forcin’ Leelu’s car to face
south
of Cestero court, right next to the local mart
Front walls be painted
Glory be to Jesus
Pretty sure she wants it
Not in the way we sees it…
Yellin’ back at momma
40 years of crazy
Dancing with her lonesome
Everybody waitin’
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Don't Leave
02:56
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Don’t leave
Or I’ll cut your feet off.
Can’t leave,
Gonna make you stay.
You’re my darlin’
Honey suckle dream,
But if I’d gon’ wish it
You’d again never be seen!!
Don’t leave
Or I’ll cut that face off.
I got the power
Plus, I got my razor.
You’re my plaything
Baby, my whole world
If you’re ever ungrateful
Haha!! Best never be heard!
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Hawt Kaiju Love
02:15
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Hot-Hot-Hot Kaiju
Love-Love-love
(Repeat)
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A seamless transition (transssssssssformation)
All these hidden appetites laid bare
My true self left exposed to its own volition
My spirit free without a care
What is this??!!
I am now reborn!
What is this??!!
Shakti / Nommos
Soft sultry synthetic skin
Perked bosoms made of plastic
Supple to the touch
Insides, also elastic
What is this??!!
I am now reborn!
What is this??!!
Shakti / Nommos
Placid American Evening
A full moon shinning above us all
Harsh smell of meretricious inebriants
The suit it hits me with its mighty call
What is this??!!
I am now reborn!
What is this??!!
Shakti / Nommos
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John Mayer
03:41
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A canopy and a fizz drink
Cold lemonade with a sly wink
The stench of sweat from the bodies (John Mayer)
A summer full of the bawdy
Goddamn!
Such heat!
Real hot!
Such heat!
All of the speedos, mankinis
Don’t give a damn ‘bout what you think
Objectify everybody (-whisper- John Mayer)
The funk and force of the bawdy
Goddamn!
Fine cut!
Red Meat!
Hot sauce!
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Tide Pod
03:21
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Take that sweet tide pod to your mouth!
Sink your teeth in,
Let the goo run out!
Sweet release of death, take me away!
Sweet death, Take me away!
I found myself in a jam
Assaultin’ nazees and I don’t give a damn.
Some may say “This ain’t the way”
But if you let ‘em run ragged, they’s gonna have their heyday.
Take that sweet tide pod to your mouth!
Sink your teeth in,
Let the goo run out!
Sweet release of death, take me away!
Sweet death, Take me away!
I got myself into a moral connundrum
Must crush their faces or
Surely face destruction
Instead of moaning/tweeting your vile
You gotta stand up and be counted
Show them we gonna be here a while.
Have you had your tide pod yet?
(Have you had your tide pod today?)
Are you sniffing rubbers yet?
(Have you had your tide pod today?)
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Badunkafunk
04:18
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There’s a spectre roamin’ round
Haunting the nations
All old powers have united
Stop this force, wanna shut it down.
There are two things we can surmise
From all this persecution:
We are the spring of righteous funk
And we got the solutions
Everybody:
I want Badunkafunk
We want Badunkafunk
I want Badunkafunk
We want Badunkafunk
All history is dialectic
A struggle is at its source
When all us workers shall unite
History will have run its course
Our thesis it cuts nicely through
Bourgeois fantasy
They say the truth shall set you free, free, free,
And it’s quite plain to see
And we can say:
I want Badunkafunk
We want Badunkafunk
I want Badunkafunk
We want Badunkafunk
"Ain't no party like a Communist party!" Apparatchik usually say! With a hammer and a sickle, and some funk in the middle, Revolution be on its way!
What do we want? Badunkafunk - Badunkafunk
What do we need? Badunkafunk - Badunkafunk
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Pow!!!-er
02:56
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Say it loud,
Gotta let it out,
You cannot cower
When you’ve got the power!
Ire and hopelessness
Tell me, what did you expect?
Livid people in the streets
Kevlar armor’s is what they meet!
Fear the change or fear the same
Apathy will stake its claim
Politik of past and gone
Cannot save us from now on
Say it loud,
Gotta let it out,
You cannot cower
When you’ve got the power!
Real solutions can’t come easy
When all of us are on our knees
The masochists among us
Will be begging please, please, please
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