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worker drones, we need something like this

if he ever threatens to pay some local to fuck up Null
 
Surely some of you cunts must be into karaoke?

If so, do some of these Gunt lyrics to the original music.
 
It's nice seeing the thread live on with some banger hits. Been sick over the past week and it's nice seeing the new guard taking the fort while I recover. Keep shantying, shanties.
 
This thread is in good hands without me, after my coof I decided to take a sabbatical of parodies and let the new guard write the shanties. Until I get my muse back. I have 4 parodies left to release until my "retirement."


Benzos
Parody of Spirits by Strumbellas
Written by Cal Rollia

(Chorus)
I got benzos in my hand
And they won't shake
Bottles in my hand
And they won't shake
I got benzo in my hand
And they won't shake
Bottles in my hand
And they won't

(Verse 1)
I been sitting on tequila Sunrise tonight
And I think oh, I just burned another bridge
I'll be a legend till the day I die
But I still have a baby momma to ditch
But im the ralphamale
The alogs said I was going to jail

(Chorus)
I got benzos in my hand and they won't shake
Bottles in my hand and they won't shake
The gunt still sags the gunt still sags oooh
I got benzos in my hand and they won't shake
Bottles in my hand and they won't shake


(Verse 2)
I spent the week on the run
Even though I got a horse for a bride
I see alogs are having fun
Meigh get me marks in the fridge
I won't ever seen my son
But I'll ask whos five one

(Chorus)
I got benzos in my hand and they won't shake
Bottles in my hand and they won't shake
The gunt still sags the gunt still sags oooh
Ii got venzos in my hand and they won't shake
Bottles in my hand and they won't shake

(Bridge)
And I don't want to see my expecting wife
Like I wouldn't get vax while my mom was still here
And I don't want to see my expecting wife
Like I wouldn't get the vax while my mom was still here
And I did not shart myself on stream
I'm the one who created this ibs sphere

(Chorus)
I got benzos in my hand and they won't shake
Bottles in my hand and they won't shake
The gunt still sags the gunt still sags oooh
Ii got venzos in my hand and they won't shake
Bottles in my hand and they won't shake
I got benzos in my hand and they won't shake
Bottles in my hand and they won't shake
The gunt still sags the gunt still sags oooh
Ii got venzos in my hand and they won't shake
Bottles in my hand and they won't shake

 
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I've been tryna stream
I've been without Nora for long enough
Maybe you can show me how to love, Meigh please
I'm going through withdrawals
I don't even do too much
You can make me rage with just a touch, baby
I look around and
Gunt City's cold and empty (oh)
No co-hosts around to help me (oh)
I can't think clearly when the pills are gone
I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the Gunt
No, I can't sleep until I Smell her butt
I said, ooh, I'm drowning in this Rye
Oh, when I'm like this, you're one I can't trust



I'm running out of time
'The A-logs stream sniping me up
So I hit the road in overdrive, baby, oh
Gunt city's cold and empty (oh)
No co-hosts around to alog me (oh)
I can't see clearly when my booze is gone
I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the Gunt
No, I can't sleep until I beat her up
I said, ooh, I'm drowning in pills and Rye
Oh, when I'm like this, you're the one I bust
I'm just tweeting out to let you know ( to let you know)
I can never say it on the stream (say it on the stream)
Will never let you go this time (ooh)
I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the Gunt
No, I can't sleep until I dox his house
(Hey, hey, hey)
I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the Gunt
No, I can't sleep until I Pill it Up
 
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Seething time
Parody of Closing Time by Semisonic
Written by Cal Rollia

(Verse 1)
Seething time
I lost all my friends
Just a matter of 2 years
Seething time
In this game
You can't have a lot of peers
Seething time
Stuck in another country
Pilled up and bruised
Wondering to choose from
Marks or beer
Seething time
Hospital told me
That without the vax
I must get out of here

(Chorus)
Now who will I trust
To sweep up the chat
Now who will I trust
To sweep up the chat
Now who will I trust
To sweep up the chat
Sweep up the chat

(Verse 2)
Seething time
Time for me to write
Up A spite article on the retort
Seething time
In stuck In this shack
While pantsu find a girl to court
Seething time
So start up the auditions
To find a new gunt guard
To be my new reptile
Seething time
Every now and then
May becomes my target
For projectiles

(Chorus)
Now who will I trust
To sweep up the chat
Now who will I trust
To sweep up the chat
Now who will I trust
To sweep up the chat
Sweep up the chat

(Bridge)
Seething time
Time for you
Go out of the
Clinic after the
Feltening

(Chorus)
Now who will I trust
To sweep up the chat
Now who will I trust
To sweep up the chat
Now who will I trust
To sweep up the chat
Sweep up the chat
Sweep the chat
Now who will I trust
To sweep up the chat
Now who will I trust
To sweep up the chat
Now who will I trust
To sweep up the chat
Sweep up the chat
Sweep up the chat

(Outro)

Seething time
Every new
Bridge burned
Comes from his
Own expense


 
Guntedwall
Parody of Wonderwall by oasis
Written by Cal Rollia

(Verse 1)
Today is gonna be the day
Where you were left by pantsu
By now you doing a show
Less than 80 views
I don't believe that
Anybody think your views
is true

(Verse 2)
Skid marks
Overblowing a debate as a marquee
The truth is over the past 3 years you lost the spark
I'm sure you you drown yourself in copes believe you're winning
I don't believe that
Anybody think your views
is true

(Prechrous)
All of the friendships are decreasing
You know that your views are declining
There are many alt-tech sites that would be glad to
Disavow you

(Chorus)
Because maybe
You'll never see your babies
After all
You're the gunted wall

(Verse 3)
Today is gonna be the day
You rather do a stream than see pantsu
By now you're on Twitter tweeting how's its not true
I don't believe that
Anybody think your views
is true

(Prechrous)
All of the friendships are decreasing
You know that your views are declining
There are many alt-tech sites that would be glad to
Disavow you

(Chorus)
Because maybe
You'll never see your babies
After all
You're the gunted wall

(Outro)
Because maybe (maybe)
You'll never see your babies (babies)
You'll never see your babies (babies)
You'll never see your babies (babies)

 
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Beta Male
Animal by Mike Snow
Written by Cal Rollia

(verse 1)
There was a time when
My career was filled with
Darkness, darkness, darkness
Got of prison hoping To make a career out of something Something, something Exposed matt as flaggot With the help of zidan long Long Long Ago But still trying to make my up Should I or should not burn this bridge

(Chorus)
Gunts change shapes just to
Hide from critics but im still
I'm still a beta male
Hollering over people is the
Only trick I know, I know I'm still an beta male

(Verse 2)
There is a void in my gunt
I tried to fill up with
benzos, Benzo, benzo
It gets bigger with any substance I go to Go to go to
In alogs eyes they see a man who screams Its nawt truu that
( he did not poo)
I realize all my friends are shysters Should I or should not burn this bridge

(Chorus)
Gunts change shapes just to
Hide from critics but im still
I'm still a beta male Hollering I'ver people is
the Only trick I know, I know I'm still an beta male
Gunts change shapes just to
Hide from critics but
im still I'm still a beta male
Hollering over people is the Only trick I know,
I know I'm still an beta male
Gunts change shapes just to Hide
from critics but im still I'm still a beta male
Hollering over people is the Only trick I know, I know I'm still an beta male Gunts change shapes just to Hide
from critics but im still I'm still a beta male
Hollering over people is the Only trick I know, I know I'm still an beta male

 
Chudthumping
Parody of tubthumping by Chumbawamba
Written by Cal Rollia

(Intro)
Now we snipin
Now we alogin
Now we snipin

(Chorus)
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down

(Verse 1)
Alogging the night away
Alogging the night away
Ralph drinks a markers mark
Jewel snorting Crack
Pantsu is watching lolicon
Tonka makes us yawn
We watch tea clips for the archives
Because American pride stop doing archives

(Chorus)
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down

(Verse 2)
Alogging the night away
Alogging the night away
Ralph drinks a markers mark
Jewel snorting Crack
Pantsu is watching lolicon
Tonka makes us yawn
We watch tea clips for the archives
Because American pride stop doing archives

(Chorus)
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down
We get flagged down but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down

(Chorus)
We got flagged down (we'll be sniping) but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down (when we're aloggin)
We got flagged down (we'll be snipin) but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down
We got flagged down (we'll be sniping) but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down (oooh)
We got flagged down (we'll be sniping) but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down (when we're aloggin)
We got flagged down (we'll be sniping) but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down (ooh)


(Chorus)
We got flagged down (we'll be sniping) but we snipe again (aloggin the night away)
No lolcow can't keep us down (when we're aloggin)
We got flagged down (we'll be snipin) but we snipe again (aloggin the night away)
No lolcow can't keep us down (ooh)
We got flagged down (we'll be sniping) but we snipe again (aloggin the night away)
No lolcow can't keep us down (we'll be snipin)
We got flagged down (we'll be sniping) but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down (when we're aloggin)
We got flagged down (we'll be sniping) but we snipe again
No lolcow can't keep us down (ooh)

 
Viva la Gunta
Parody of viva la Vida by Coldplay
Written by Cal Rollia

(Verse 1)
I used to run bloodsports
Now I'm stuck in a loop of courts
Now in the morning I shake xandra
Wishing I could rename Xander
I used to say Memphis ten
Hoping for my career rise again
Remembering ziden propelling my career
Breeding a mere, chugging the beer
One minute I was an eceleb
Now I'm drowning from my seethe
Under my bed is empty bottles of marks
Sniffing May's fart sitting in my sharts

(Chorus)
I hear that fag flamenco is streaming
That shyster lawyer is laughing
Where's gator, my sword and shield
My simps are sweeping the field
For some reason I can't explain
My career is forever scathed
Now I sit alone thinking
I used to run bloodsports

(Verse 2)
My horse gave me the pass
To fuck a bunch of black whores
Blowing baby materials on Crack
Spent more money on liquor I pour
Damn dirty Alogs wait
For my gunt in a silver plate
Making fun of my fetish of anus
Oh, who ever want to be efamous

(Chorus)
I hear that fag flamenco is streaming
That shyster lawyer is laughing
Where's gator, my sword and shield
My simps are sweeping the field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Augustin would call me friend
Now I sit alone thinking
I used to run bloodsports

Chorus)
Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh
I hear that fag flamenco is streaming
(Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh)
That shyster lawyer is laughing
(Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh)
Where's gator, my sword and shield
(Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh)
My simps are sweeping the field
(Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh)
For some reason I can't explain
(Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh)
I know Saint Augustin wouldn't call me friend
Now I sit alone thinking
I used to run bloodsports

(Outro)
Mom, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mom, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mom, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mom, mmm....

 

Oh! Rozander​

Artist: Stephen Foster
Album: Minstreal Songs

Oh! Rozander. Don't you cry for me,
I'm going to Las Vegas,
With my tracker on my knee

I came from West Memphis
With my tracker on my knee
I'm going to Las Vegas
Plenty Black hookers for me to seed
It rained all night the day I left
Her pussy it was dry
The slots were such alogs, I coped myself
Rozander don't you cry

Oh! Rozander, don't you cry for me,
I'm going to Las Vegas, with my tracker on my knee.

Oh! Roz! Zander! Don't Jews Cry For Me!
I'm going to Las Vegas, with my tacker on my knee.

I jumped aboard the discount jet,
And waddled down Lisbon street,
the alogging hatred maginified,
And five hundred niggers I fought.
the purse bust, the horse run off,
I really thought I'd die;
I shut my eyes to hold my breath,
Rozander, don't you cry.

Oh! Roz! Zander! Don't Jews Cry For Me,
I've come from West Memphis, with my tracker on my knee.

I had a dream the other night
When everything was still;
I thought I saw Rozander,
tumbling down the hill.

The buckwheat tulips in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye,
Says I'm coming from the South,
Rozander, don't you cry.
Oh! Roz! Zander! Don't Jews Cry For Me,
I've come from West Memphis, with my tracker on my knee.

I soon will be in New York,
And then I'll snout all around,
And when I find Rozander,
I fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her,
I might surely seethe,
And when I'm paper aborted,
Rozander, don't you cry.

Original with uncensored lyrics, it's quite racist (pronounced: based).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lhBYeufe1c

Modern-ish version with racist lyrics removed.
 
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The Trials of Rozanna Sandra

Papa was a rolling eighteen stone
wherever he laid his tiny bone was his home
Always thumb-deep in the shit
of some chick from a troubled home

Could never settle down on the manure of one stable
Drops his world onto the blackjack table
A shrinking skyline of chips
fading into narrow green horizons,
His downward spiral
comped by the Las Vegas Strip

His poor life choices so transparent to all
You can see the felt through
the bad hands he's been dealt
He goes bust and tells his dealer “Hit me.
break my orbital and take the self worth
I kept inside my eight-hundred dollar man-purse.”

This is where you enter the stage
washed-up at a tender age
beached on the doorstep
of some Virginia crack-shack
with a memo to God
taped to your back: “Kick me”
Your first words clinging
to a torn and soiled page

Your birth only serving to lower
your father's respect for the fairer sex
while he lays the foundation
for your early damnation.


The trials of Rozanna Sandra
born into a life of online drama
The trials of Rozanna Sandra
thrown headlong into a world of trauma


Mum's not much better
equine of face and, of course,
far dumber than the average horse

Annoying in the flesh and on paper
He ex-boyfriend
became a bearded lady
to escape her

Yet to be revealed
is how her liking for lolita porn
will impact upon
the well-being of her firstborn
Will it lay a wound
that can't be healed?

Or will her partner's
absence and infidelity
break the home
and break the world of
their little girl, we'll see


The trials of Rozanna Sandra
born into a life of online drama
The trials of Rozanna Sandra
thrown headlong into a world of trauma
 
I'm sorry Ray Davies. You're a brilliant songwriter and don't deserve to have your words butchered like this. But I couldn't help myself.

Parody of the Kinks "Rosie Won't You Please Come Home?" from their excellent album Face to Face

Rozy won't you please come home?
Sorry mama touched you there
Rozy won't you please come home?
You'll be safe from her predation

Oh my Rozy, how I miss you
I won't leave you alone with Meigh
All the alawgs they're laughin at me
Cause I'm not the world's best dad

Rozy won't you please come home?
Since you've joined your brother Zanda
I've been drinking so much more
And raping e-girls on a bender

Rozy, Rozy, will you write and tell me
If you're never coming back?
I would sacrifice 2 trips to Vegas
Just to have you back in my sty.

Rozy won't you please come home?
I've kicked Meigh out, don't be afraid
She won't touch you anymore
Or make you get that surgery.

Rozy, Rozy, got any answers?
You are miles away from me
And I'll order Arby's if you tell me
You're on the first plane home

Rozy won't you please come home?
Sorry mama touched you there
Rozy won't you please come home?
You'll be safe from her predation

Oh my Rozy, how I miss you
I won't leave you alone with Meigh
All the alawgs they're laughin at me
Cause I'm not the world's best dad

Oh Rozy, will you please come back?
 
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Copes
Parody of lies by fleetwood Mac
Written by cal Rollia

(Verse 1)
If I could turn the script
Flagging anyone who would clip
My show without my permission
It's a slippery, slippery, slippery slope
I will always correct the record
I didn't nonconsenually shove my chode
Inside of Alice
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell copes

(Chorus)
Tell me copes
Tell me sweet little copes
(Tell me, tell me, tell me copes)
Tell me copes
Tell me sweet little copes
(Oh, no, oh, no, oh, you can't disguise)
You can't disguise, no, can't disguise
Tell me copes
Tell me sweet little copes

(Verse 2)
I didn't back out of the show
I'm going to deprive aylawgs kino
It's my only hope
It's a slippery, slippery, slippery slope
Hollering outside the studio
To make up the mirco I'm bestowed
Let's give it a try
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell copes

(Chorus)
Tell me copes
Tell me sweet little copes
(Tell me, tell me, tell me copes)
Tell me copes
Tell me sweet little copes
(Oh, no, oh, no, oh, you can't disguise)
You can't disguise, no, can't disguise
Tell me copes
Tell me sweet little copes

(Verse 1)
If I could turn the script
Flagging anyone who would clip
My show without my permission
It's a slippery, slippery, slippery slope
I will always correct the record
I didn't nonconsenually shove my chode
Inside of Alice
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell copes

(Chorus)
Tell me copes
Tell me sweet little copes
(Tell me, tell me, tell me copes)
Tell me copes
Tell me sweet little copes
(Oh, no, oh, no, oh, you can't disguise)
You can't disguise, no, can't disguise
Tell me copes
Tell me sweet little copes

 
Piggy eyes,
Income lies,
Horse-faced e-girls frantic cries.

Bastard Children gal or boy
Piggy sires them all with joy

Sneed, Chuck, Chuck, Sneed
Piggy sows his vile seed

Not a light pole is left to stand
When Piggy drives across the land

After reaping revenge porn charges,
And showing he likes womens discharges,
He still had show he was the worst
And so in Portugal he lost a purse
To settle a beef with studerin Andy,
That he failed at, he wasn’t so dandy

Now Kiwi farms is rife with cheer
Piggy have fear,
The Harvest, it is here.

Christ. Is. KANG.

Song
 
Woke up this Morning (Got yourself a Gunt)

Shoutout to @temp o'rary @Jabba2988 and @Sirfaggot who all contributed in the Kingpin thread.

Woke up this morning
Got yourself a gunt
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Your babymama said you'd be the chosen gunt
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Your Gunt's one in a million
And it's filled with slime
But you were born under a bad sign
With a blood clot in your eye
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Slept in this morning
'Cause of all that maker's mark (lord above)
Things ain't been the same
Since Rekieta watched you shart
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I was moving my leg,
if I shit I'd just admit it, (hell I could)
sit here and shit myself
and still make hundreds bitch
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Woke up this morning (with a blood clot)
With a blood clot in your eye

Slept in this morning
'Cause of all that maker's mark (lord above)
Things ain't been the same
Since Rekieta watched you shart

Your Gunt's one in a million
And it's filled with slime (shame about it)
But you were born under a bad sign
With a blood clot in your eye

Woke up this morning
Got yourself a gunt
Got yourself a gunt
Got yourself a gunt

 
Rapamale
Parody of Magic Man by Heart
Written by Cal Rollia


(Verse 1)

Cold late night not long ago
Rejected Ralph but we can be friends though
His gunted self gave me Yeager
Never saw eyes filled with anger
Felt tipsy he asked for head
I rejected once more as I pled
Once I passed out he had his way with, his way with me
Me

Chorus
Come on Alice, take another swig
I said I could pass out if I did
But try to understand, try to understand
Try try try to Understand I'm the rapamale


(Verse 2)
Woke up to the screams
Of the man raging on stream
I asked him "If i gave him Felliato"
He replied "of course you cleaned the mirco"
Days later he told people how to treat a hoe
May called in a hurry, my memory is blurry

(Chorus)
Come on Alice help me leave ralph
That's what I been telling you for awhile
Try to understand Try to understand
Try try try try to Understand
He's the rapamale

(Chorus)
Come on Alice the gunt said
"Push a bitch down the toliet" to get head
But try to understand, try to understand
Try try try to Understand I'm the rapamale

(Chorus)
Come on Alice, take another swig
I said I could pass out if I did
But try to understand, try to understand
Try try try to Understand I'm the rapamale

 
Don't Take Your Purse to Lisbon
Parody of 'Don't Take your Guns to Town'
Original Song by Johnny Cash


A manlet named Ethan Ralph was seething from the farms
A wigger who was short on height, and even less on charm
He donned his gucci glasses
And his pants which were stained brown
But Gator cried as he walked out:

Don't take your purse to Lisbon
Leave your purse at home, Ralph
Don't carry that purse around

Ralph Joker laughed, and kissed his mare, and said, "your Ralphamale's a king"
Once I'm done owning Warski, I'll get you a real ring
I'll be home for our baby girl, so don't let your long face frown!"
But Meigh cried as he toddled away:

Don't take your purse to Lisbon
Leave your purse at home, Ralph
Don't carry that purse around

Ralph waddled from the airport with his gunt below his hips
The locals whispered to themselves, 'I hope that fat pig trips'
Lurching to the nearest bar, wearing his BK crown,
Ralph heard Dick's warning echo again:

Don't take your purse to Lisbon
Leave your purse at home, Ralph
Don't carry that purse around

Ralph drank his fifteenth Maker's Mark to calm his shaking hand
And tried to tell himself that this was all somehow God's Plan
A Moroccan couple at his side started to shake him down
And he heard again his mother's words:

Don't take your purse to Lisbon
Leave your purse at home, Ralph
Don't carry that purse around

Filled with rage then, the Ralphamale got up to start a fight
But the moors ganged up, and took his purse, and fled into the night
As Ralph was choking on his teeth, paramedics gathered 'round
And wondered at his whimpering words:

Don't take your purse to Lisbon
Leave your purse at home, Ralph
Don't carry that purse around

https://youtube.com/watch?v=CoxQWFtqaYM
I did your song

 
Piglet with Baphomet Wings
Parody of Bullet with Butterfly wings by Smashing Pumpkins
Written by Cal Rollia and Hüftpriester

(Verse 1)
My girl is a pedophile
Fixing to drain
Unbeknownst minors
To feed my desire of Coprophilia
And do I get
My feet on the fire
Corrupt Shysters
step me up like a game

(Pre-Chorus)
Even on my show
Jannies ban my trolls
Still I’ve never known
Bowel controoooool

(Chorus)
Despite all my rage my wife still looks like Elliot Page
Despite all my rage my wife still looks like Elliot Page
The spawn of a hog and a horse can never be saved
Despite all my rage my wife still looks like Elliot Page


(Verse 2)
Now I'm Hollerin
Nothing but a rage pig
Pantsu is swallowing
Seed from my baby dick
And what do you want
I'm still gonna flag
And what do I get?
Betrayed by the first fag

(Pre-Chorus)
Even on my show
Jannies ban my trolls
Still I’ve never known
Bowel controoooool

(Chorus)
Despite all my rage my wife still looks like Elliot Page
Despite all my rage my wife still looks like Elliot Page
The spawn of a hog and a horse can never be saved
Despite all my rage my wife still looks like Elliot Page

(Middle 8)
Tell me my dick isn't small
I just wasn't fully hard
Please don't trust your lyin eyes, nawt truu
Tell me my dick isn't small
I just wasn't fully hard
Please don't trust your lyin eyes, nawt truu


(Interlude)
Despite all my rage my wife still looks like Elliot Page
Despite all my rage my wife still looks like Elliot Page
The spawn of a hog and a horse can never be saved
Despite all my rage my wife still looks like Elliot Page

(Chorus)
Despite all my rage my wife....
Despite all my rage my wife....
Despite all my rage my wife still looks like Elliot Page


(Bridge)
Tell me my dick isn't small
I just wasn't fully hard
Please don't trust your lyin eyes, nawt truu

(Outro)
I cope and seethe cause I'm cross eyed and gay
I cope and seethe cause I'm cross eyed and gay
I cope and seethe cause I'm cross eyed and gay

 
Whole Two Miles

(500 Miles - The Proclaimers)
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Well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes streaming the Killstream
and I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk on his stream
and when I hollar
Yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who hollars on killstream

But I would Walk a Whole Two Miles
And I would walk a Whole Two More
Just to be the man who walked a whole two miles
To own Jim on my Stream

And when I'm broken (when I'm broken)
Yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's been broken on his stream
And when the money (and when the money)
Don't come in from my 5 views
I'll be sure to blame it on Josh Moon
And when the Kiwis (when the kiwis)
Yeah, I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who reads it on his stream
I'm gonna be the man who reads it on his stream

But I would Walk a Whole Two Miles
And I would walk a Whole Two More
Just to be the man who walked a whole two miles
To own Josh on my Stream

Da da lat da (Da da lat da)
Da da lat da (Da da lat da)
... Etc... x5

Da da lat da (Daddy Jimbo)
Da da lat da (Daddy Jimbo)
... Etc...

But I would Walk a Whole Two Miles
And I would walk a Whole Two More
Just to be the man who walked a whole two miles
To own Rand on my Stream
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Might try to do this one later
 
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