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Alvin The Chipmunks lyrics

If A Monster Came In My Room

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Theo: But if a monster came in the room tonight What would we do? What could we do? If he tried to make your hair turn white with fright What would you do? If it was you? Alvin: I'd drown him with my soaker gun, Glue him to a chair, Put a dead skunk in his pocket I'd knock him off his feet with a Judo sweep Blast him into space on a rocket I'd send him to his doom If a monster came in my room Spoken (Alvin): Yo Zipper Face, you wanna piece of me? Y'all ready to rumble? Bring it on brother Theo: But if a monster sat of the edge of the bed What would you do? What could you do? Alvin: With a zipper in his neck And bolts in his head Simon: If it were me? Well, let me see I'd multiply pie by his height and his weight to determine mathematically The way to alter his molecular state And shrink him to the size of a flea I'd fill him full of dread If a monster sat on my bed All: Ain't no monster gonna put us down Uh uh. No way. We'll chase his face right out of town That's what we say Ain't no monster gonna put us down Uh huh. That's right. ‘Cause we're the meanest munks around We're tight! Spoken (Dave): Simon, Theodore, Alvin! Go to sleep! Alvin: Oh-kay! *slams door* I am the mont-inator (tor, tor, tor) If a monster came in and decided to stay Theo: That wouldn't be very nice We could ask him politely to go away Alvin: Are we munks? Or are we mice? I'll stick him in the ribs with my pirate sword Shoot silly string at his head Simon: I'll use my blanket like a madador Theo: I'll just hide under my bed Alvin Simon: No! All: We'll make him face his doom If a monster comes in our room We'll send him to his doom If a monster comes in our room We'll blow him up, KABOOM! Spoken (Dave): I thought I told you boys to go to sleep! All: *quietly* If a monster comes in our room We'll send him to his doom If a monster comes in our room We'll blow him up – Theo: *shouts* KABOOM! Alvin Simon: *clap hands over Theodore's mouth* If a monster comes in our room


KANYE WEST "My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy"
[Bon Iver:] I shoot the lights out Hide til its bright out Whoa, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? [Rick Ross:] Bitch I’m a monster no good blood sucker fat motherfucker now look who’s in trouble as you run through my jungle all you hear is rumbles Kanye West sample, here’s one for example [Kanye West - Chorus:] Gossip gossip nigga just stop it everybody know (I’m a motherfucking monster) I’ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert I’ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert profit profit, nigga I got it everybody know I’m a motherfucking monster I’ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert I’ma need to see your fucking hands... The best living or dead hands down huh? less talk more head right now huh? and my eyes more red than the devil is and I’m bout to take it to another level bitch none of who you go and get, ain't nobody's cold as this do the rap and attract triple double no assist but my only focus is staying on some bogus shit argue with my older bitch acting like I owe her shit I heard the people saying raps are getting trap mayne bought the chain that always give me back pain fucking up my money so yeah I had to act sane Chi nigga but these hoes love my accent she came up to me and said this the number 2 gal if you wanna make it number one your number 2 now this that goose an’ Malibu I call it Malibooya God damn Yeezy How I hit em with the new style know that motherfucker well, what you gonna do now whatever I wanna do, gosh it's cool now nah gonna do, uh its a new now think you motherfucker really really need to cool down cause you will never get on top of this so mommy best advice is to get on top of this have you ever had sex with a pharaoh I put the pussy in a sarcophagus now she claiming that I bruise her esophagus head of the class and she just want a swallowship I’m living in the future so the present is my past my presence is a present kiss my ass [Kanye West - Chorus] [Jay-Z:] Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong Lochness, Goblin, Ghoul, a zombie with no conscience question what do all these things have in common everybody knows I’m a motherfucking monster conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is none of you niggas have seen the carnage that I’ve seen I still hear fiends scream in my dreams murder murder in black convertibles I kill a block I murder avenues rape and pillage a village, women and children everybody wanna know what my Achilles' heel is Love I don't get enough of it all I get is these vampires and blood suckers all I see is these niggas I’ve made millionaires milling about, spilling their feelings in the air all I see is these fake fucks with no fangs tryna draw blood from my ice cold veins I smell a massacre seems to be the only way to back you bastards up [Chorus] [Nicki Minaj:] Pull up in the monster automobile gangster with a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka yeah I’m in that Tonka, colour of Willy Wonka you could be the King but watch the Queen conquer OK first things first I’ll eat your brains then I’mma start rocking gold teeth and fangs cause that’s what a motherfucking monster do hairdresser from Milan, that's the monster do monster Giuseppe heel that’s the monster shoe Young Money is the roster and the monster crew and I’m all up all up all up in the bank with the funny face and if I’m fake I ain't notice cause my money ain't let me get this straight wait I’m the rookie but my features and my shows ten times your pay? 50k for a verse, no album out! yeah my money’s so tall that my Barbie's gotta climb it hotter than a middle eastern climate find it Tony Matterhorn dutty wine it while it, Nicki on them titties when I sign it have these niggas so one-track minded but really really I don’t give a F-U-C-K forget barbie fuck Nicki she’s fake she’s on a diet but her pockets eating cheese cake and I’ll say Bride of Chucky is child’s play just killed another career it’s a mild day besides ‘Ye they can’t stand besides me I think me, you and Am* should menage Friday pink wig, thick ass, give em whiplash I think big get cash make em blink fast now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for Ah, I’m a motherfucking monster! [Bon Iver:] I-I crossed the line-line and I’ll-I’ll let God decide-cide I-I wouldn’t last these shows so I-I am headed home [repeated] [* Amber Rose]

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Information Society "Peace Love, Inc."
ATZ OK ATX3DT CONNECT 300 So we're supposed to play in Curitiba in 18 hours, but our bus is being held hostage by the local promoters. They've formed some unholy alliance with the Brazilian counterpart of ASCAP: The PRS. Apparently the PRS has the legal power to arrest people, and they want a piece of the national tour promoter's money. The local security force, Gang Mexicana , has been bought out for 1800 Cruzados and a carton of Marlboros each. The only faction still operating in our defense is Big John , our personal security man, and he's hiding in his room because a local gang is out for his blood because of a 1982 knifing incident in which he was involved. Our 345-pound road manager, Rick only had this to say: You wanted the life of a rock star! . Paul, Jim and I realized that this was one situation we were going to have to get out of ourselves. We convened a hasty conference in the hotel lobby. Paul suggested contacting our national tour promoter in Sao Paulo, but we remembered that he was in Recife with Faith No More, who had just arrived for their Brazilian tour. We thought about contacting our Brazilian record company in Rio, but they weren't home. Our ever-diligent American manager was arranging help of numerous forms, but he was in New York, and just too far away to get anything moving in time. And there were 6000 kids in Curitiba who just wouldn't understand. We knew it was time for action. Paul went up to the PRS guys and invited them into the bar to discuss it like civilized men over a few Brazilian drinks, offering each of them a cigar on his way. The amused PRS heavies seemed to like the idea of a few free drinks, even if they knew they would never give us our bus back. When Paul winked at Jim and I on his way in, we went into action. I stole off to my room to prepare while Jim went into action. Creeping carefully through a service duct, he managed to gain a vantage point some three meters above the bus, and dropped carefully onto the roof. After using his all-purpose Swiss Army knife (affectionately known as the skit knife ) to jimmy open the roof hatch, he went through the darkened inside of the bus and removed the inside engine service panel. Using some spare electronic parts he found while on an island in the Amazon, he wired the entire bus for remote control, not unlike a remote control toy car. At this point, he asked himself Now how shall I get out of here?!? Paul was having difficulties of his own. Couldn't you see your way clear to letting us fulfill our contractual obligations in Curitiba? Think of the kids! Through our translator, Fabio, the PRS man, Aldo, said: No. You Americans think you own the world. Hah! We'll burn down our rain forest if we damn well please. We need room for cows!! We want a McDonald's on every... oh, sorry, yes anyway, no. We need 40% of your concert receipts to give to David Bowie, he said, winking to the local promoter, Phillipe. As Paul continuted this elaborate distraction, Jim effected an escape from the heavily guarded bus by crawling down into the cargo bay, cutting a hole in the floor with the Swiss Army knife's arc-welder, slipping into the manhole cover situated under the bus, and walking up to the hotel's basement from there. Jim called up to me in my room and gave the signal. We were now to meet at the back entrance, with our tech guys. But first, Paul would need some help getting away from his unwelcome guests, as things were getting ugly. He says he has lost his patience, and that he can think of other ways of extracting payment from you Kurt and Jim physically, our trembling interpreter said. The moment had come. Jim began operating the bus from his back entrance vantage point. As the remote-controlled bus lurched towards the parking lot exit, the superstitious security youths fled in terror. Paul was pulling anxiously on his collar as the PRS man began describing his collection of World War II Nazi ceremonial knives when a sudden crash split the tableau. Jim had purchased me the gift of a complete black ninja stealth assassin outfit in Aracaju. I had been gearing up and crawling through the air conditioning ducts all this time. As I crashed through the cheap imitation-Styrofoam hung ceiling tiles, skates first, I flashed ninja stars all about me. In the ensuing panic, Paul escaped to the pre-arranged bus pick-up point. Unfortunately, my skates were a poor choice of foot gear for escaping over the broken glass of the table I had landed on. Were it not for the confusion and the ninja-star-inflicted-wounds delivered to the bad guys, I would have been set upon while floundering on the glass-strewn carpet. As it happened, however, I leapt through the open door of the careening bus as it departed the city of Maringa forever. If only we had managed to get our equipment in the bus, too . . . Every word of this story is true. - Kurt H NO CARRIER ATH0 OK ATZ OK

You Live At Home With Your Mom

Dr. Dooom "First Come, First Served"
[Dr. Dooom] Yeah.. New York City! Dr. Dooom Pebblestone I took the Batmobile out last night Went to Tony Rhome's.. and I seen.. exaggeration {you were perpetratin, you was fake} Chorus: repeat 4X Spottin fools frontin fly, girls act material {You live at home with your mom!} [Dr. Dooom] I spot MC's on BET with the fake zirconia bezel Rolex Lookin like virgin with the see-through back bought from the Indian kid off the rack -- sterling silver delivery Y'all tryin to fool me actin bougie with the platinum wannabe It look real, stainless steel appeal, that's not the Presidential Let's keep it confidential; you ordered that fuckin kit in the ad in The Source boss -- step up your rep up in genuine fashion I caught your ass in; with your name on the rented car lease Feathered top hat, zoot suits with vinyl alligator boots Extreme dream with no apartment space You frontin in the fly ride and empty place with your rent due on the first of the month Your second month you exit, portrayin to girls like you everything in the world Fuck master, prepare to face disaster as I pass ya Movin Galactica with no capacity You ain't got enough to buy a small soda in Johnny Rocket's, B Posin with baldhead black girls with a Florida tan tryin to act like you the man Starstruck with one buck, your girl look like Donald Duck Party-figure perpetrator, undercover hater Smell your cheap cologne in the elevator Dope you smoke, half of y'all can't never touch the mink coat with your four carat white gold you look like you're pantomiming Tryin to rhyme off of unflexible facial bone structure I crush ya, down to the paso like spicy foods burnin through your asshole Remember I did the damage to your lasso then threw your Pampers in a manhole; your engineer walked away with ponytails like Annie Mae, laughin and talkin the other way You was the first rapper to pull out grease and turn your butt the other way Your girl think you're tough, big buff and rough {90 percent of these rappers are very soft} Chorus [Dr. Dooom] I look at your audience and fanbase Nuttin but a bunch of men tappin each other on the back again Fools with backpacks tryin to show me they asscrack Cigarette lighters blowin smoke on my Polo shirt and you're bound to get hurt With one leg, tryin to walk to work on the mic you rap hard and overexert, Material Girls catch diarrhea Won't make it to my concert It don't have to be 4th of July for your rectum to see fireworks While you buy clothes at Ross sew in the weaves tryin to floss Walkin in large resteraunts, orderin a small bowl of chicken broth Water and napkins, you ain't tryin to be a captain Put down this wack actin skills from movies send you to Niko lobbies like a groupie Stagefright out of sight cover your ass up Prepare I pull my mask up {Watch your custom jewelry kid!} Chorus {That's right kid, clean up your room} {Go clean up your room} {Clean your room otherwise you'll be on punishment} {for two weeks}


JOE NICHOLS "Revelation"
Somewhere in Vietnam A nineteen year old soldier stumbled from a bar room He said I must be seeing things That bourbon hit me like a baseball bat In Belfast, Ireland a little lady dropped her shovel in her garden As she raced across her yard to ask her neighbor Mrs. Clancy "What was that?" In Memphis, Tennessee a teacher raised the window closest to the river And the children in her classroom swore they heard a choir singin' down the street In Washington, D.C. a private secretary's lips began to quiver And the President just put aside some papers and rose quickly to his feet I lay in a cheap motel in the arms of someone else's woman When a loud explosion rocked the room and turned the morning into night I jumped out of bed and ran into the street with hardly any clothes on And as the sky lit up my heart stood still and i could feel my face turn white All at once the clouds rolled back and there stood Jesus Christ in all his glory And I realized the saddest eyes I'd ever seen were lookin' straight at me I guess I was awakened by the penetrating sound of my own screaming It didn't take me long to stumble out of ben and fall down on my knees AS tears rolled down my face I cried, "Dear God I'm thankful I was only dreaming. If I never go to hell Lord its because you scared it out of me."

Monster Look

BEENIE MAN "Best Of Beenie Man"
Intro: Monster, monster, monster, ya, monster, ya Do I have, do I have to know, do I have Do I have to know, do I have what I have to know Oh no, no, no, no, natty Chorus: Do I have that monster look (ben up yuh face nuh) Mek mi push it down inna mi book Do I have that monster flex (big up yuh chest) Mek mi out it pon mi cassette Rex Do I have that monster walk (straighten up yuh talk) Yuh haffi sleep pon side walk, geez Verse 1: Mi haffi wonder wha some idiot believe Mi nuh buy daily news cause a X-News mi read From a bwoy dis di programme and mek mi get grieve Cut a bwoy waah cut mi speed But nuh let mi convert and transform inna monster Else it a go worse a than a natural disaster Mi nah go jail and crow like rooster So is either or ither, so hear mi halla Yuh haffi bad down inna the ghetto weh yuh grow yuh know If yuh act like fool yuh get overthrow When the last man standing the world shall know Bwoy dead like a cowboy show Verse 2: A long time mi did a warn dem and tell dem fi cool Mi jam and relax put a hold pon mi tool Some bwoy out a road a me dem waan dis Dem never realise seh I'm a bomb specialist I nuh response a who, a coulda friend, a coulda massive A coulda buddies, a coulda crew, hold on deh A nuh me yuh fight the mount a fire mi a push yuh believe a daylight And the amount a breeze mi a blow mi wi lift up a kite Mi is like a volcano, mi nuh bus overnight Well a Moses mi name, mi nuh waah be like Mike (watch mi style) Verse 3: Life inna sorrow dis mi today and mi check yuh tomorrow Ooh mi a one bad man wid experience Put on mi frock and mi wig tek a hundred fence When mi reach up a yuh corner yuh face haffi dent Treat mi a send and mi naah mek nuh statement And mi wi set a bomb inna yuh apartment And mi a one weh wi wipe out yuh resident But mi a use mi conscience and ask yuh Repeat Chorus

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