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Kinky Friedman lyrics - Lasso from El Paso

Ol' Ben Lucas

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(Kinky Friedman) Ol' Ben Lucas had a lot of mucus Comin' right out of his nose. He picked and picked till it made you sick But back again it grows. Well, ol' Ben Lucas had a lot of mucus Comin' right out of his nose. He picked and picked till it made you sick, But back again it grows. When it's cotton picking time in Texas, Boys, it's booger picking time for Ben. He'd raise that finger mean and hostile Stick it in that waitin' nostril, Here he comes with a green one once again. All right, pick it, Eric! Ol' Ben Lucas had a lot of mucus Comin' right out of his nose. He picked and picked till it made you sick, But back again it grows. Everybody! Ol' Ben Lucas had a lot of mucus Comin' right out of his nose, He picked and picked till it made you sick But back again it grows.

The End

ALPHAVILLE "Dreamscapes"
I can hardly wait to see her coming down the stairs a demon's playin in my head a melody i can't forget she's a beauty in her sorrow, each step a falling chord that crackles in the giant mirrors at the marble walls i feel so different today, i'm ready to explode into kaleidoscopes of strange delight come embrace me, say you'll love me till the very end before i vanish in the shifting sands of time death, the lover death, the lover come embrace say you'll love me till the very end come, embrace till the very end of time once i was so sure not knowing leaving traces in the dust 'till you said there's nothing new except the things that we forgot here i stand awaiting for a signal from oblivion in the twilight of the old uncertainties now she spreads her wings she's comin' like a massive wave of love rolling black as night into my arms now she's comin' in a burning flash of kisses rushing from her lips into the center of my mind..

Ballad Of Tom Jones

Catatonia
[tommy:] what did I do wrong? [cerys:] oh you nearly drove me cuckoo [tommy:] am I really all that bad? [cerys:] you're worse than hannibal lecter, charlie manson, freddy Krueger [tommy:] why are we still together? [cerys:] oh I can't leave you till you're dead f [tommy:] you mean till death do us part [cerys:] I mean like cyanide, strangulation or an axe to your head [tommy:] it was lucky for us I turned the radio on [cerys:] they say that music soothes the savage [tommy:] there was something in that voice that stopped us seeing red [both]: the two of us would surely have ended up dead You stopped us from killing each other (tom jones, tom jones) You'll never know but you saved our lives (tom jones, tom jones) [cerys:] i've never thrown my knickers at you [tommy:] and I don't come from wales [tommy:] still haven't solved our problem [cerys:] you mean we hate each other's guts [tommy:] still wanna poison your [cerys:] and I still wanna cut off your [tommy:] i phoned the marriage guidance [cerys:] i tied the phone line round your [tommy:] i'm sick of all this hatred [cerys:] well that'll be the arsenic making you sick [tommy:] you were about to drive me over the edge of a cliff

Monkey Bars

JURASSIC 5 "Quality Control"
This record is particulary for then youngsters... Now you get right to the procedure Now what do you like the most about this Conflict, Consequence, constant evidence A classic contact communicator confrence Weither 5 or 6 weither a number misprint Or if it seems that, you heard above 4 If you thought that you would never hear it no more You should never dial commin runnin murda mile Cause it's all about ya health (lets go) (wait wait) Now you know us but it's not the coke rush Four MC's so we ain't the furious Like the fourth mc's or the 3 from trecherous It's a blast from the past from the moment we bust But if our shit go rough, still in god we trust Cause it's the - comming Display the rhymes so stunning We keep ya runnin, and give a shoutout to the london And keep it all, and still perform till the early morn' Some said till dawn We got a word abundance, hold benz by the hundreds Top speed, guarenteed, we stil runnin People master my tere-tactics Why you actin plastic Treatin all ya fans like ya matches We be the other pair comin' in tight the tupper wear Other fear, push ya luck and beware the boogadeer() Yo, DJs be spinnin the records that make up the music So people can focus whenever the mic has been mastered The more drums we have in our kit, the more we can handle We gonna take a break here.. Lets go. wait wait still Jump a bill A-K-I-L known to exhale when i inhale And you can tell when in the coo i do my duty-o And swung to the studio J-5 let the beat bounce Thats what counts without a doubt so sup grab the mic and pull the magic out ya mouth We be the rythem kings, plus the rhyme channelings (I could sneer anything) Go ahead Sneer [repeated 21 times] Light emcee kay mastered fatness so we crack this Runnin through wall and wack this Yo, 2 emcees add a little um, spice So we concentrate on mic's and keep the path tight 3 emcees underground and worldwide Surgean general on the 5 to defy the certified 4 emcees at ya door once more When it rains in pours from the heavens to the earths floor Elements, vocal instruments super extra strength Hip-hop activist Throw yo mind no time and inner twine Roll with the rhymes ta let the sun rise You should know, when we flow, you get what ya lookin for Terrorize ya enterprise And we dont shoot until we see the whites in ya eyes Non-stop, real rhyme rockin disc jockeys out record shoppin Writers doin graphs so bring ya pop lockin We incorporate the whole of hip hoppin Non-stop, we keep it up to par From the metal monkey bars to concrete school yards It's like written Arabic, comin from right to left It's hot to def so take a breath and (wait wait yourself) [Applause + Laughter] Ya. Get the fuck, this fo entertainment This made to stoppin the day Pop pop pop...

Latino, Pt. 2

JOELL ORTIZ "Human"
[Verse 1 - Emilio Rojas:] Cry first and laugh last Television was on, we never had dads And the city was flooded with mad crack Cause they experiment on minorities like we lab rats Priorities, it's fuck authority A man that can stand on his own and show maturity I ain't ever ask for a loan, I've been supportin' me Takin' cash from hoes like a sorority Oh yeah they comin' for your life Con Ed, I'm comin' for your light It's bonded, I'm livin' out of spite You ain't bleed then it wasn't worth the fight I'm givin' y'all bread and water, ah bread and water all they get And it ain't shakin' no hands, so fuck your politics This isn't makin' a [?], I burn a lot of bridges down Then I played in the ash like fuck a following All we ever wanted was good pussy and credit scores Their own cars is better than all our rentals are I'm sick of y'all, dudes switchin' and gettin' hot Like Bruce Jenner and menopause Ain't never told us detox the senators I say they sent us to detox the criminals So the minute that we pop his genitals Emilio ain't gon' ever fall, I told y'all [Verse 2 - Bodega Bamz:] Everybody pressin' charges, they ain't change where I'm from It's no game, even Ndamukong Suh Connect try to keep me out the loop It's canine proof, all my birds in the coop Niggas wanna see me in the cage (but why?) My lawyer gets surprised with the money I save (ching ching!) I'm low like Fetty Wap's left eye I coulda sworn I saw Left Eye in Best Buy Nike slippers, read the paper on the milk crates Sippin' Arizona, I got stripes like a Zebra Cake Believe me, fast money like a relay Shopped in SoHo when Prince Street had replays >D-day?<, I love my heritage And fuck the race, if you real you my relative Why so sensitive? The revolution will be tele-vized Excuse the grammar, I'm a ghetto kid My grandma still alive and all 11 kids Only my father made it, let's reminisce another time Bought a watch with these bars to kill time Sick in the head, now that's an ill mind Shine like a d-d-diamond [?] young I said one day I'd have a Lambo, not a Hyundai I kill for these stacks like Jimmy Caan Wait let a G win like the Padres Let a G win like Tony's last name Who played first base for San Diego Had to break it down Fuck the cops, we gotta triumph Fight for Freddie right now, it's about to be more riots They wanna kill the youth when they need more guidance With more violence you can only expect more defiance It's hard to be vocal when they shoot you up and choke you Die unexpected if the wrong one approach you Sharpton ain't doin' enough, where's all the leaders? Breakin' the same laws, we follow how they teach us I never seen a thug win a million with Regis Or a single mother from the ghetto either Fuck y'all [Interlude - Joell Ortiz:] It's a small island in the Caribbean that we be in Goes by the name of Puerto Rico [Verse 3 - Chris Rivers:] Nigga the champ is here, Cassius Clay in his prime The Mike Tyson, Bruce Lee, Stephen Hawking of rhymes Combined with Einstein's mind and then refined like it's wine I write divine lines, I fill my time by feelin' these dimes Fill my satisfaction with valid rappin' and Magnum clappin' Fact I haven't felt emotions that's potent since daddy's passin' I'm the Marilyn Manson of pattern relax in baths of acid I got True Religion jeans, if I kill you it's act of passion I'm a dragon rap admiral managing slapping your laterals Aptitude is ample to pass all the rap masters Who master it, cracking ribs like >clashing mandible????< Put you in the earth, what it's worth you can act natural The pragmatical mathematical rappin' cannibal Who ramp with animals, Bronx nigga that has an attitude You see my avenue is compatible with a battle room I never sold crack, just wrote dope lines to hand to you Package that, I got the Cadillac of flows Cataracs these hoes cause I'm soundin' like platinum gold You never see a ghost, that's what me and my dad was told So now I'm pickin' up the torch while these labels haggle my soul Y'all can suck the undercuts of my nuts while I take a shit Only spend nights, I don't gotta know what patience is All you niggas bitches, to exist you gotta take my rent Blow your fuckin' head off clean bro, save the witness [Verse 4 - Joell Ortiz:] Latino, I'm that and I'm proud If you don't know us, let me tell you about Niggas that slam their dominoes loud, let you see copy [?] cheek choffy Cherry coco, peña drip 'til your teeth sloppy Hustlers become connects when they need papis Nissan, Honda, Chevy on the back block Runnin' routes with the bow bow in the stash box When I speak it's chop yaow, I'm a New Yorican Calderon on the phone, I'm in [?] creepin' Y'all hangin' on resorts to just chill I'm in the casa, rios take a walk down the hill One way in, one way out, where y'all all could get killed Leave them niggas alone, that's how the officers feel Nigga, my people, beach, 98 gettin' our tan on Slippers walkin' on [?], hittin' the sand strong But plan wrong, it will transform Wet you then find a Jet Blue out to San Juan We don't look for parties, the party's wherever we go Turn the corner section to the 4th of Julio Too much to fit in one 16 So let me cook like the festival on 1/16 Mean, my career's been like one sick dream A nightmare, scary how I does this thing You ain't elite, I'm made of deep God thought he was stuntin' when he created me Rap's Bobby Fischer, nigga please take a seat I made you in three moves: ink, paper, beat Y'all keep playin', nigga, we play for keeps Stop claimin' to be what my eyes don't see though Every verse I spit, you get an 'ay dios mio' This time with my amigos, Latinos

Sick Of Me

GREEN DAY "Shenanigans"
Why can't you just admit it, you've had it, you're sick of me You're fed up with all my bad habits, you're sick of me To your lies you've become so desensitized sick of me Lost regrets and you say that your mad at me sick of me Wonderin' out the door I am on to you Your comin' back for more Am I losing you Like a dog that just pissed on your barbecue sick of me Losin' faith and you still don't know what to do sick of me Losin' health and now you hate everything and you're sick of me It's a waste but we still keep on tryin' you're sick of me Wonderin' out the door I am on to you Your comin' back for more Am I losing you So you got your problems So you got it alright Do you have a conscience Do you have a reason Well I'm sick of you too. Wonderin' out the door I am on to you Your comin' back for more Am I losing you

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