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ATMOSPHERE lyrics - Happy Clown Bad Dub 8 / Fun EP

Horny Ponycorn Horns

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[Slug] I seen it all from the best to the worst, a pulse and nurse You're just a tall Smurf (Ha!) Picture on the wall and they calling me the perp (Who?) Cause Sean was never the one to swallow his verse Fools want to step, man, put your health first Only thing you gonna wreck is your self-worth You might as well of pulled up the self-serve That ain't beef, that's just hamburger helper Tell her, that the circus is coming better purchase your tickets cause I heard a little something and whoa, child! It's SO WILD they got OLD STYLES and GOLD SMILES And we happy as fuck, not Daddy Warbucks, just Daffy Ducking it Ant's caddy like WHAT Sleep through sleep knocking ?demon? and some BMW backseats Sleeping through my dreams of fucking you So here goes everything at once Turn thirty-something still haven't learned how to roll a blunt But I show how you to smoke out of a soda can I'll hold it over your head 'till you overstand.. up! Pull your pants up, you don't love me, you only let me fuck cause your man sucks Beers gettin' warm, but I'm here to perform To anyone who's horny we're going to give them the horns, go... [Slug] They call me Slug, I resemble my brother The lumberjack in the back eating pancakes with peanut butter Can't wait until we be discovered (Uh-huh!) I want a fanbase full of jealous husbands and ex-lovers They make war, make up, make love, listening to my neurosis and Anthony's trump kit Having fun like it's a ?pasic? trip Take a ? to the ? and suck on my ?sack of rine? Start the engine move the piston I'm just a magician dressed as a musician Tried to free the world and feed your girl And eat this Euro and please don't hurl These Raggedy Andy rappers caught that fancy fever, now they're softer and sweeter than cotton candy Rocking candies beneath that sweatsuit Stop the fantasy, here comes the guest, who? Yup, that's right, came and check that mic Let the rest go fight, cause your dress is so tight If it's fresh they bite, but if it's dope they swallow And I'll be DAMNED if I don't give you a mouthful She thinks I'm fly I think she's warm (Uh-huh) And you know the norm Mandy pour in the ? So I told her I was from that band called Korn Took her to the roof and put her hand on my horn like... [Slug] Mr. Dibbs, he plays his horn (Alright) Brother Ali, he plays his horn I Self Divine (Yeah), he plays a horn Dillinger Four, they play that horn (Uh-huh) Murs and Blueprint, they play their horn (Yeah) Crescent Moon, he plays his horn (Right) "Lift Her Pull Her", they played the horn Eyedea and Abilities, they play their horn (What?) Los Nativos, they play the horn (Uh-huh) Luckyiam, he plays his horn (Alright) P.O.S., he plays his horn (Yeah!) Gladys Knight & the Pips, they play the horn (Yeah!) MF Doom, he plays his horn (Alright) Soul ?, she plays the horn (Alright!) To my man Musab, he plays the horn (Alright!) Rhyyyyyyyyymesaaaaayers!!! (Come on, come on, everybody sing along!) ...One, two, three, we outta here! Peanuts for sale! Come get your peanuts! "I didn't get the part where the wine bottle rolled down from the top of the balcony.." "When you say 'Go out' I don't, you know, I thought you meant something--" "That's okay, we-we gotta fade it.." ("We gotta fade it" Loops over and starts to slow down)

Outside (Skit)

JUVENILE "Juve The Great"
[Man 1:] Man, bitch i just bumped into my dawg juve, now bitch he gave me 3 invitations to his big bash tonight. [Female:] Who Juve!? [Man 1:] Yeeeah, man. What, you aint know? [Female:] Whaaaaat, i know a bitch can be down. [Man 1:] Man you can be down, you can come around, you can sit down. I'll tell you what... you be ready for 12 midnight, exactly midnight, cause I - I got a invitation at 6, we got to be.. in there. [Female:] Fo sho, imma get me in there. [Man 1:] Yeah you got that, i'll tell you what... you just go home and get sexy... and uhh, we gon' come and get you tonight. [Man 2:] Man i dont know why you done sold that broad that dream, man. [Man 1:] Man, what you talkin bout? [Man 2:] You know you dont know them people, man ! [Man 1:] Now there you go again with this foolishness man. [Man 2:] Man you aint know them people 3 years ago man. We got chased off the port, I done been - been, chased by chinese people. [Man 1:] You didnt get caught! [Man 2:] Yeah, you got cornered too, but we still didnt get in the party man. [Man 1:] I- I handled that, I- I took care of that though. But look, i'll tell you what... look at this- [gets cut off by man 2] [Man 2:] Yeah, you got beat up to take care of it, man !! They- they beat you so bad.. they had to let us in. And then the party was over after we walked in. [Man 1:] I was the superstar that night, though. [Man 2:] Yeah, you was super stupid. [Man 1:] I might've walked funny, but I was the superstar that night. [Man 2:] Super stupid. Imma roll with you, cause you my dawg. [Man 1:] Right, right, thats all- thats all im ask- thats all im asking, thats all im asking. [Man 2]: Cause I know we aint gettin in this party, cause I know you dont know none of them people. [Man 1:] Man, I know Juvenile, I know his brother, I know lil... I-I-- [gets cut off by man 2] [Man 2:] Whats his brother name? [Man 1:] Ummm..- [gets cut off by man 2] [Man 2:] Man, you dont know them people. [Man 1:] Alright, I..., man you aint even much gotta cut me off like that. [Man 2:] Cause you dont know 'em, man. [Man 1:] Alright, alright, alr-.. Imma know 'em tonight though. [Man 2:] Alright bruh. What time you want me to pick you up, dawg? [Man 1:] I told her 12, so you can come get me for.. 11:30, so it can look like I'm driving. [Music fades off.]

Feelin' Alright

Jungle Brothers "Done By Forces Of Nature"
[Afrika] Zigga-one, zigga-two, zigga-three, zigga-and.. Mindin my business, hangin on the scene Kangaroos rolled by -- but I was clean ?? got my tiger skin suit Hair braided up and my Jungle Brother boots Hopped on the vine and swung through the city Today's your day, said the neighborhood gypsy Kept on jumpin to the other side of town The place where I want to go to get down Jam-packed and one green light Not a crumb or crack and I'm feelin alright [Mike G] ?? vibe and all systems go (uh-huh) Packin my gear, headin for the next show (yeah) Coolin on the stoop, waitin for my ride My man Keith steps to my side Chris pulls up, Uncle Sam next to him (uh-huh) I step to the curb he says, C'mon, get in! Grandma waved as Chris hits the gas (yeah) My hat flew off and Keith just laughed Afrika's with Sam, holdin on to his seat as Sam does ninety to a new Bush beat Arrive to the show with no time to spare Check in the mirror run my hand through my hair Offered drinks and drugs, to get me high I put my hands in my pocket and passed them by [Afrika] Well uhh, ahh-ooooh - I stretched out and yawned Brushed my teeth then I carried on Got myself dressed and off to work I got there early, the boss was happy Hey, good mornin Afrika Let me show ya the surprise that I have for ya Pulled out a check and read out raise and I be cold vacationed for 60 days 60 days, layin in the shade And on top of that I'm stone cold paid Packed the trunk of clothes and funk Jumped on the plane, now what's my name? Honey child, you can't tell me nothin Out in the Motherland for two whole months and WHOO! Feelin alright Uh-huh, feelin alright.. {*Afrika scats*} [Mike G] Home from the show and I'm layin back Pulled an old school tape from out my rack Tall glass of AJ and a real soft seat as Pow-Wow rocks a rhyme to Billy Squire, Big Beat Cool C recalls of the crowd sayin YEAH as many hands were thrown up in the air I've got a fine memory of a very fine night Can't sleep a wink cause I'm feelin alright! {*Afrika scats*} [Afrika] Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah Feelin alright, feelin alright.. *scat* Feelin alright, feelin alright *scat* Feelin alright, feelin alright *scats to near end* Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah {*fades out*}

Do Or Die

Kid Capri "Soundtrack to the Streets"
(Play) It's the P-l-a-y, just here to say hi Askin you may I, tell you 'bout the day I Picked up a microphone, a pad and a pen The legend of the Tramp begins The party host with the most giving you a dose, see Needing instructions, so listen closely Two lines form, and make sure you step soon Fellas at the backdoor, girls by the bedroom The name is Play, don't dare play me cheap The microphone is a broom and I'ma sweep ya Off your feet with feelings that you never felt Another notch in the belt It's no secret, I like to freak with the best of them Then head to the stage in a test of men And when it's done and said and said and done Play's gonna be the victorious one (Play) Yeah Dope, ain't it? Ha-ha, I know (Kid) Man, gimme that mic! (Play) Oh, you want some of this? (Kid) Yo, it's my turn (Play) Yeah, go for yours (Kid) Anything you can do, I can do better I can do anything better than you (Play) No you can't (Kid) Yes I can (Play) No you can't (Kid) Yes I can (Play) No you can't (Kid) Yes I can Yes I can (Kid) I'm never fessin, possessin the tools that it takes to rock I think it's time for the new kid on the block With a style that's wild yet so unique I can't be stopped from reachin my peak Because givin my all and all, that's how I gotta live It's my prerogative, so you know I gotta give More for the dancefloor and I'ma give brain sore Kids revin and buzzin just like a chainsaw I make em say: Damn man, that Kid, he's a grand man Cause I bust a handstand on American Bandstand With these I please with ease and make your mind freeze Straight out the 80s right into the 90s Givin you the highs and lows like a drama And if the mic's got juice you know I'ma Keep whalin, you know I have you starin a while Because the Kid's much more than hair and a smile (Kid) Ha-ha There it is, the hype shit (Play) Oh, I see Think you all that now? (Kid) Yup And then some (Play) Alright, bust it (Play) Anything you can do, I can do better I can do anything better than you (Kid) No you can't (Play) Yes I can (Kid) No you can't (Play) Yes I can (Kid) No you can't (Play) Yes I can Yes I can, boy (Play) It's my party and I rhyme if I want to Be careful and don't you step to the front to Diss, cause I'ma dismiss with a death kiss And make you sorry that you ever stepped to this Microphone wizard, so come on, place your bet Is it gonna be me or Eraserhead? Why put your money on a sorry old poor thing When you can get behind a sure thing And that's me, the capital P on the hype tip One false move and you'll get your ass whipped Just tell me how the rhymes and the cuts sound You won't start feelin the pain till you touch ground Boy, you're goin way out, I'm ready to serve you If you can stay out pass your pop's curfew Look at him, already a has-been Let Uncle Play say a rhyme that'll tuck your ass in (Play) Huh Am I paid or what? (Kid) Man, you livin some kind of foul (Play) Crazy (Kid) Alright, two can play at this game (Kid) Anything you can do, I can do better I can do anything better than you (Play) No you can't (Kid) Yes I can (Play) No you can't (Kid) Yes I can (Play) No you can't (Kid) Yes I can Once again.. (Kid) The boy's blowin smoke 'bout what he wanna be But it isn't and wasn't and it ain't never gonna be Possible, cause I got lots of pull And when you rhyme - ooh, there's lots of bull When it comes time to step to a mic I don't sit around Play, you know I don't Kid around So come with it, boy, don't even hide your best Cause 'Kid' spelled backwards describes you best Look around, watch the people clap hands in unity As the momentum swings from you to me You issued a challenge, yeah, you do it up Step to the stage - too late, I blew it up The knowledge to build, just filled with excellence You heard the rhyme, you been petro ever since There's no missin the words that I laid out You didn't Play, you just got Played out

Keep Your Eyes Peeled

QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE "...Like Clockwork"
Don’t look, just keep your eyes peeled Thoughtless, traipsing my minds field Shotgun, never behind the wheel anymore Danger, monsters of smoke & mirror Slowly, can one so lost be found? And I know you'll never believe I play this as though I’m alright If life is but a dream, then Wake me up. Fallen leaves realize they are no friend of autumn The view from Hell is blue sky So ominously blue I daydream until all the blue is gone And I know you'll never believe I play this as though I’m alright If life is but a dream Wake me. Underwater is another life Disregarding every myth we write Rag doll churning Eagerly alive (Over & over, gasping in horror So breathless you surface Just as the next wave is…) Big smile, really a show of teeth Without a care in a world of fear Lonely, you don’t know how I feel Praise God, nothing is as it seems

Rounding The Horn

LLOYD
Rounding the Horn The gallant frigate, Amphitrite, she lay in Plymouth Sound, Blue Peter at the foremast head for she was outward bound; We were waiting there for orders to send us far from home; Our orders came for Rio, and thence around Cape Horn. Next day, we weighed our anchor, boys, and waved goodbye all round, And some of us we knew would never more see Plymouth Sound; But still our hearts were light and gay, and when all was taut and snug We foraged out the bumboat grog and each man filled his mug. We drank success to Plymouth girls, to Kate and Poll and Sue, And arguing o'er their various charms struck up a fight or two. Jim Crab he landed Bonny Nodge a clout that made him snort, And to this day his nose has got a heavy list to port. When we arrived at Rio we prepared for heavy gales; We set up all our rigging, boys, and bent on all new sails. From ship to ship they checred us as we did sail along, And wished us pleasant weather in rounding of Cape Horn. While beating off Magellan Strait it blew exceeding hard; Whilst shortening sail two gallant tars fell from the topsail yard. By angry seas the ropes we threw fiom their poor hands were torn And we were forced to leave them to the sharks that prowl around Cape Horn. When we got round the Horn, my boys, we had some glorious days And very soon our killick dropped in Valparaiso Bay. The pretty girls came down to us; I solemnly declare They are far before the Plynouth girls with their long and curly hair. They love a jolly sailor when he spends his money free; They'll laugh and sing and merry, merry be, and have a jovial spree. And when our money is all gone they won't on you impose, They are not like the Plynouth girls that'll pawn and sell your clothes. Farewell to Valparaiso, farewell for a while, Likewise to aII the Spanish girls all on the coast of Chile; And if ever l live to be paid off l'll sit and sing this song: God bless those pretty Spanish girls we left around Cape Horn. From Oxfford Book of Sea Songs, Palmer Recorded by Killen, Lloyd filename[ RNDHORN play.exe RNDHORN RG ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===

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