• Frenzal Romb

    by hippypippypunkska on June 12, 2003 "Never Had So Much Fun" I smoked a pack of cigarettes before midday I coughed up a lung around one I can't see a thing through my eyes that sting I can't remember having so much fun I've never had so much fun Can't drink the water in Sydney Can't eat the food in Japan Can't breath the air in Los Angeles but a million people think they can These wankers filled up with hatred Why expect any less They can't decide about genocide I think it's time that they took a rest I try to compensate blindly for mistakes Try to make things right For all my redemption I've the best intentions But it's always ending up in a fight No Comments
  • Frenzal Romb

    by hippypippypunkska on June 12, 2003 Frenzal Romb - Let's Drink A Beer 1,2,3 the phone's for me yeah I don't want to get it but my mind disagrees Running out of patience but I can't break away And now it's taking so long to find a resolution The pain I'm going through there must be a solution I can't be the one to give her total absolution I'll send her nothing good Does it make you feel good to make me miserable Or is a power struggle completely unfeasible Every time we speak you're convinced I'm unreasonable I'll get through it I've found another way Let's drink a beer, let's drink it here, it's the one thing that is clear Everything I say seems to get me in trouble I only feel better when I'm seeing double Now there's someone else I think that we can resolve it tonight It's going to be alright Let's drink a beer, let's drink it here, 'cause tonight is all that's here Let's drink a beer, let's drink it here, it's the one thing that is clear Let's drink a beer, let's drink it here, to you I send my only friend Let's drink a beer, let's drink it here, to anaesthetise my fear Let's drink a beer, let's drink it here, destroy your fear Gone so long the days for thinking, hear that final call for drinking I know there's been a lot of problems, not too many ways to solve them Seems hopeless what can be done yet, I feel the need for icy comfort Let's drink a beer No Comments
  • 50 Pence - In Da Pub

    by hippypippypunkska on June 04, 2003 (its a take off of In Da Club by 50cent i love it... makes fun of crap rap) Go Go........Go On Love Its My Birthday! You Look Tarty Love Its My Birthday! i'll buy you a barcardi love its my birthday! and you know im having a laugh its not my birthday! [Chorus x2] you can find me in the pub with a pint of bud look love i've got a fiver if you let me see your jugs im in to playing to darts, i aint in to growing shrubs so come fill up my mug before my fag gets stubbed when i pull up out front you see my vauxhall nova when i hit the bar its ten pints before im over i came to watch the game cause im a blackburn rover and im munching M&Ms while im downing smirnova but only nothings changed cash down bottoms up and i got a papercut from rolling my rizla up if you watch how i move you'll mistake me for a geezer or gimp cause i fell down the stairs and now walk with a limp in the back bits of Watford they say fifty you hot they like me i want them to love me like lesbian hot but go in to Hemel-Hempsted they'll tell you im crazy cause i once got drunk and humped the statue of a lady but im fully focused nowwww tea and coffee on my mind got a part time job in the daily grind and this girls yeah she loves my hair she likes my car her friend is fit but she's as ugly tooo riiiigggggghhhhhtttttt [Chorus x2] my girlfriends mum give me the cash that bought me all my fancy stuff my couch, my fridge, my plates, my waste look mate im tied down but i aint changing and you should love it way more than i hate it your like my dad fashion sense is outdated im that bloke by the bar when im on my round your that weird guy who never leaves or makes a sound when the beats start pumping i get my macerana on my mates drag me to the chair before the end of the song if the roofs on fire someone dial 999 and you wanna get frank love it isnt a crime i'll tell you what i tell every girl your fit nice hair if you dont wanna rush it here's another red square or i can tell my mates to be round the back with a kronenberg they'll know where we've ****ing been [YEAH! Laughs] [Chorus x2] dont act like you dont know where i been either mum! in the pub all the time mum its about to pop off mum burn unit No Comments
  • Fever For The Flava

    by hippypippypunkska on May 10, 2003 Do you think that I can get some chickie chickie Maybe gets a little finga sticky sticky You my electrical lip balm flava I gotta do ya until the next song saves ya And can I get a little zip zip lookie lookie Can I get a little uh uh nookie nookie Hey whatcha say, it doesn't matter anyway You won't do another 'cause you're getting with me She got the power of the hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie And did I mention, hey pay attention Gonna take that bootie to the nudie dimension I got the green glow under my car I got the boom boom system you can hear real far [Chorus] Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty shy whoap Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty fly whoap What do I have to say to get inside girl what do I have to say Can I get a little yum, yum kitty kitty Just a little sumthin sumthin itty bitty Do you wanna get triple x groovie Gimme gimme some of that kinda movie And let me spin ya like a record wicky wicky Let me get you butt naked licky licky Here we go yo here's the scenario Gonna strip you down like a car in the barrio Ya got the power of the hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie I'm your lovey dovey bedtime playa Call me the super sexy boogie man slayer I got the green glow under my car I got the boom boom system you can hear real far [Repeat Chorus] I got the fever for the flava of a cootchie Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie Whoap Whoap Go! Do you think that I can get some chickie chickie Maybe gets a little finga sticky sticky You wanna suck it like a bong hit wacky You gotta be my First Lady Jackie She got the power of the hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie Let's party hardy and rock n' roll We drink Bacardi and smoke a bowl I got the green glow under my car I got the boom boom system you can hear real far [Repeat Chorus] I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie I got the fever for the flava of the cootchie Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie Whoap Whoap Go! No Comments
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