The Lyrics
- The Songs:
- 100.7 WSUX
- AlternicA
- Baby
Bob's
Theme
Song
- Brian
Sparano
Thinks
He's Bad
- Buckwheat
- Computers Are Gay, And
You're A
Dyke
- Death By Chocolate
- Dr.
Giggles
- Eat
Bertha's Muscles
- eMpTy V
- FAQ
- The
Gay
Milenko
- Go Back
- Ha, Ha,
You're
Dead
(Ode To Notorious P.I.G.)
- Harpooning
The Blues
Traveler Guy
- Hitler Was A Fag
- Hootie
- I.C.P.
(Ignant
Cwyte
Peeplz)
- I'd
Kick
Your Ass
If I Could
- I Have Badge
- It Came
From
The '80s
- Joyce
Sweats
Like
A Pig
- Korn Chamber
- Larry
Calls
Me John
- If It
Was
Up To Me...
- Mark's A
Gay
Retard
- Marv
Albert
- McDonalds
Lifer
- N.F.C.I.B.
- Our Little Death Metal Song
- Polygamy
Is Cool
- Princess
Die
- Puppy In Your Pocket
- Rage Against The Machine Sucks
- Remanufacture Sucks
- Roman
Polanski
- Sometimes
I Just
Want To Kill Myself
- The
Ending
To The
Blair Witch Project Was Fine, So Shut Up About It
- Unholy Death Trinity
- Wahoo's
A
Homo
- Who's
That Guy
With The Girlie Perm
- W.O.T. Shops At Old Navy
- W.O.T.
Theme
Song
- Y2Gay
- You're In Soulfly
- You Suck
- You
Work
At Bob
Evans
- Your
Kid's
Not Slow,
He's Just Retarded
Joyce Sweats Like A Pig
(noises)
She's a real beast
With a gray goatee
She's a drunken slob
Probably has a scroatee
Raining sweat from a bloated joyce
Run for cover
Joyce sweats like a pig
Joyce sweats like a pig
eMpTy V
Your station pollutes my cable because its just a bunch of shit
All the brainwashed wastes of flesh watching it, need to get hit
Alternative and R&B that is all you ever play
Add Electronica and Pop 'cause i noticed that you're gay
No one wants to see these fag bands the gayest of which is Manson
Who cares about trendy groups that blow as much as Hanson
You think you can broaden appeal with a cluster fuck of shows
Your Real World is full of fags and the Road Rules your bunghole
I hate your shows
I hate your groups
They're fucking gay
They fucking suck
MTV blows
I hate it, I want to rip it out of the TV and defecate on it, piss
all over it, flush it down the toilet never to be seen again...
MTV sucks
So does MTV2
Princess
Die
Trying to help the world
Was your futile goal
So you got hammered
Go joy riding in your limo
Flying down the street
Fleeing paparazzi
Meet the wall
Smash the car
Crushed to death
Princess Di
Princess Die
Princess Dead
McDonalds Lifer
From the time you were a teen
'till the day you grow dead
You work at McDonalds all day
You work at McDonalds, you're gay
You're a McStiffeys lifer
Retard makin' minimum wage
You work at McDonalds all day
You work at McDonalds, you're gay
you beat your meat to sauce the meat that patrons eat
flip, flip, flip those burgers (flip, flip, flip)
Your Kid's Not Slow, He's
Just Retarded
(You'll have to mind my child Harvey, he's a bit slow.)
No! Sped!
Your kid is retarded
He has no fucking mind
Your kid is retarded
His nose he cannot find
Ahh! Sped!
(noizes)
Sped!
Your kid is retarded
He has no fucking mind
Your kid is retarded
His nose he cannot find
Ahh! Sped!
Your kid's not slow, he's just retarded
You Work At Bob Evans
You work at Bob Evans
You clean up after slobs
Your brain melts away
Day after day
You're chained to your job
You're stuck there for life
You'll never leave
Hope you like waiting on senior citizens you stinking moron,
That's all you'll ever do you'll never leave you're stuck there forever
Way to go loser
You work at Bob Evans
Larry Calls Me John
Larry calls me John, why?
Larry calls me John
Larry calls me John, WHY?
Larry calls me John, why?
100.7 WSUX
I hate your station
You play a bunch of crap
Def Leppard and Aerosmith is all i ever hear
Your DJs are not funny
Except for Crankin' Craig
The rest of them are morons or a bunch of whores
Your station SUCKS
Mark's A Gay Retard
Mark's a gay retard
He's got a beard and mustache
He's his wife's bitch
He owns a giga-pet
He can't do anything
He drives a gay purple truck
He collects Beanie Babies
He wears gay glasses
His clothes are out of style
He's got a little boys haircut
He never gives vacation days but,
He always takes them
He stays home almost everyday
Everybody hates him
Mark's a gay retard
Mark's a gay retard
Mark's a gay retard
Baby Bop's Theme Song
I hate you
You hate me
When you die
I'm gonna pee
On you grave
'cause I hate your guts and i hope you die
Won't you please drink cyanide
Sometimes
I Just Wanna Kill Myself
Sometimes I just wanna kill myself
Sometimes I think im retarded
Sometimes I really hate myself
Sometimes I wish i would just die
Sometimes I cant SHUT UP
Sometimes I'm really guilty
Sometimes I'm really stupid
Sometimes I just wanna kill myself
Buckwheat
Waaaaaaaaah!
Buckwheat!
Wahoo's A Homo
Wahoo's a homo
He always has a gay smile
Wahoo's a homo
He's got no mustache, he's not Kyle
Wahoo's homo
he'll stare at you, and you know
Wahoo's a homo he might be Sparano
Wahoo's a homo
Wahoo's a homo
Wahoo's a homo
I'd Kick Your Ass If I
Could
I'd kick your ass if I could
Brian Sparano likes guys
I'd kick your ass if I could
I.C.P. (Ignant Cwyte Peeplz)
ICP
ICP
ICP
ICP
I see pee on yo pants
Did yu hav an axidant
Yo pants is alll wet and steemy
As yu trie ta hury buy
Hopin that i wont see
Youre twennty yeerz old alreddy
But stil peein on yo self and yo little beddy
You triy to play it off like yu just got splashed
Butt if yuu dont step off i'm gonna kick yo ass!
Aright move over Special K,
KooKoo 4 Krack gonna take id away
Look at all da rednecks in da place
Grab 'em by da balls
And kick 'em in da face
Wit all da inbreds
You'd tink it was da Boot
If u ain't down with the Clowns
Den your just butt poop
Marv Albert
Yesh!
America's favorite sportscaster
Went to mistress Hilga
With a furry pet on his head
But he'd rather it was doody
(he shoots, he scores, Yesh!)
For $150 an hour
His sick desires fulfilled
Got his name in the black book
'cause he wanted doody on his head
(four three, Yesh!)
Marv wanted it so bad
He bit her in the back
Then he got caught by the cops
And had to take a picture without his toupee
(I think he's got it, Yesh!)
Marv had to go to court
Now we know he wears bras
He wants to get a man in bed
And was fired from his job
(Rodman's looking mighty fine today, Yesh!)
He pleaded guilty to assault
Now he's in deep shit
Marv's a sick little bastard
But at least he's not Manson
(Yesh! Doody on my head)
Harpooning The Blues
Traveler Guy
(Arr, It's the Great White Whale)
There he is
Larger than life
And anything else
You can think of
Devouring all in his path
To the soundtrack of shitty music
Harpoon Penetrates
Layers of Flesh
Reel in the kill
Smile as the life drains
From the blues traveler
Ha, Ha, You're Dead (Ode To
Notorious
P.I.G)
Gangster wanna be talking shit
Got your fat ass full of lead
Money and fame don't mean shit
When you're talking to assault rifles
Thought you were bad
Thought you were cool
Now you're lying in a blood pool
Ha, ha, you're dead
Ha, ha, you're dead
Ha, ha, you're dead
Ha, ha, you're dead
The Gay Milenko
The Gay Milenko 
He is your god, cumming up your ass
When you're in bed giving up the sass
Vanilla Ice, your last friend
ICP, your new trend
The Gay Milenko
He'll twist your thoughts, he knows you ain't straight
You're gonna like the Great Butt Rape
Condom, with no lubes
Milenko, a guy with boobs
The Gay Milenko
Cumming for you
The Gay Milenko
Butt loving dude
The Gay Milenko
Cumming for you
The Gay Milenko
Flailing his spew
The Gay Milenko
Cumming for you
The Gay Milenko
With shrimpin' stew
The Gay Milenko
Cumming for you
The Gay Milenko
Inside you
Giggles
Hello my name Giggles
And I talk a lot like this
I have a really nasty tooth
That looks a lot like piss
If you ever heard me laugh
You'd probably want to throw up
If if I said meet me somewhere
You'd probably never show up
I'm Dr. Giggles
I'm Dr. Giggles
I have a great red sweatshirt
And I wear it all the time
I'm also so damn ugly
That it's probably a crime
I hate when people go
"Wu-Wu, red alert, red alert"
If you look at me too long
Your eyes will start to hurt
I'm Dr. Giggles
I'm Dr. Giggles
Who's That Guy With
The Girlie
Perm
I just saw the gayest guy on earth
He's got the gayest little girlie perm that I have ever seen
He likes to drive around and smash his daddy's Probe
When he's done he'll drive some more and smash into a pole
Who's that guy with the girlie perm?
It's Brian Sparano
Who's that guy with the girlie perm?
It's Brian Sparano
He's the biggest faggot that the world has ever seen
Even if he was the first to like Fear Factory
He needs to buy a life time supply of fuckin' Clearisil
So you can look at his face and not think of Pizza Hut
Who's that guy with the girlie perm?
It's Brian Sparano
Who's that guy with the girlie perm?
It's Brian Sparano
Brian Sparano Thinks
He's Bad
Taking Swings in the pit
When you think no one sees
Now we know what you're about
Cheap shots to the back of the head
No guts
No Spine
No Balls
You can't face me man to man
Brian Sparano thinks he's bad
Hootie
He's a real bad muthafucker,
Tearing it up in the pit
He's thrashing around,
Get in his way and get hit
He'll rip your head off,
Leaving you for dead
He'll tear your corpse apart,
Leaving it shred
Blood and guts start to fly, moshing all around, homicidal
maniac...
Hootie!
He'll kill the band,
If they stop the show
He'll kill me next,
Already killed my bro
He's still holding your hand,
Need a word to rhyme
He's wasted,
And he's wasting time
Blood and guts start to fly, moshing all around, homicidal
maniac...
Hootie!
AlternicA
Trendy music,
That's what you play
Longtime fans mean nothing to you
Fuckin’ shit,
Is your new sound
The Load album covered in spew
Sell you soul
To mainstream
Corporate rock
Suck my cock
You're playing pansy music
You fucking freaks
Stretch pants and makeup
You are so weak
Hypocrites,
That's all you are
Stop re-releasing Loads already
Faggots,
Group of cumsuckers
On regular rotation on MTV
Metallica,
The most Alternative band
So unoriginal,
What happened to creativity?
Sell you soul
To mainstream
Corporate rock
Suck my cock
Appealing to the masses,
Your only goal
Electra owns you,
Like a bitch
You said, “fuck the fans”
Unless they're homogenized
So, fuck me
No! Fuck You!
Roman Polanski
Young and hairless,
Barely out of pre-school
Uncomplicated,
Pretty, and oh so tight
He's looking for you
It's Roman Polanski
Parents best beware
It's Roman Polanski
…Roman Polanski
W.O.T. Theme Song
We're W.O.T.
And you're not
We're W.O.T.
God made us funky
We're W.O.T.
We'll butter your loved ones
We're W.O.T.
Our parents are ashamed
We're W.O.T.
Love us with money
We're W.O.T.
We're better than Hanson
We're W.O.T.
We wanna kill Manson
We're W.O.T.
Brian Sparano must die
Polygamy Is Cool
1 just ain't enough
2 for manage et trois
3 is a lot of fun
4 is a little more
More women, more sex
5, 6, 7, and 8
No need to masturbate
It's a mass orgy
Oh, oh, oh, ohhh
Polygamy is cool
Polygamy is cool
If It Was Up To Me...
If you're all being yourself,
Then why do you look the same?
If you think you're so underground,
Then why do you love MTV?
If you think you're not a fag,
Then why do you listen to Manson?
If it was up to me, I'd kill Marilyn Manson
If you think you're not a follower,
Then why do you look like Manson?
If you think it's good music,
Then you must be a fag.
If you don't think he's trendy,
Then why the hell is he everywhere?
If it was up to me, I'd kill Marilyn Manson
If you think you were the first to like him,
Then you should be embarrassed.
If you think he's not a fag,
Then why does he blow Twiggy?
If you don't think he'll disappear,
Then I feel sorry for you.
If it was up to me, I'd kill Marilyn Manson
If you think Manson's original,
Then who is Alice Cooper?
If you think his music's something new,
Then who are Nine Inch Nails?
If you think Manson is a god,
Then I hope you see a fucking light.
If it was up to me, I'd kill Marilyn Manson
Eat Birtha's Muscles
Eat 'em, eat 'em, eat Birtha's muscles
Eat 'em, eat 'em, eat Birtha's muscles
Eat 'em, eat 'em, eat Birtha's muscles
Eat 'em, eat 'em, eat Birtha's muscles
Veganism is dumb
Your mom is a slut
Lipton Iced Tea
Painful Aggression
Yamaha Amp
134
Sabian Cymbal
Mug Root Beer
TKO Percussion
Home sweet home
#2 pencil
Devin's big nad
God damn fan
It's a sweet ride mama
New?, Yesh, Tasty?, Oh yeah!
Eat Birtha's muscles
It Came From The '80s
Friday night, the woman's laying in bed
"Gonna borrow your make-up," yeah that's what I said
Two aerosol cans to poof up the hair
Tight, tight, little pants to show off derier
Jive to my rhythm and rhyme
Don't need nothin' but a good time
Leather and spike, and everything nice
Get out of my way, it's time to par-tay...yeah!
chorus
It came from the '80s, Oh baby!
It came from the '80s, Oh yeah!
It came from the '80s
It came from the '80s
And it sounded like this
If you don't like it, get the funk out
'Cause tonight it's at the devil we shout
If you thought the millennium was pending
Then you've got another thing coming
'Cause the '80s will never belly up
Even Metallica wears stretch pants and make-up
Whoooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooaaaaa
'Cause I wanna rock, bang your head!
chorus
solo
chorus
Hitler Was A Fag
He aspired to be an art fag
He had a mustache
He wore a uniform
He had a mustache
He liked to paint
He hung wallpaper
He only had 1 nut, (but) 2
Under his mustache
He said "blonde hair and blue eyes
Was the supreme race"
But his hair was really brown
Just like his mustache
He was a dictator
But with a mustache
Hitler was such a fag
He had a mustache
I Have Badge
I,
I have badge
You do what I say
Bow down before me
Or I'll beat your ass
Stupid fascist cop
Has no fucking clue
Do not question him
Or he'll crack your skull
He's not just authority
He is your god
Beating high school kids
Remanufacture Sucks
You're a Metal band, not a techno band
You're a Metal band, not a techno band
You're a Metal band, not a techno band
Make a real fucking album
You're In Soulfly
You're in Soulfly
Betray your band
Sepultura
Break up the tribe
What the hell is that you're saying?
Pick up the pace, pick up the pace,
pick up the Pace Picante sauce
Wear Adidas
Sing 'bout soccer
Look real dumb
Should tour with Korn
What the hell is wrong with you?
Pick up the Pace, pick up the pace,
pick up the Pace Picante sauce
You're in Soulfly
Korn Chamber
chorus: You're the same band
Just give it up
Both bands are crap
Their songs sound the same
If you can tell the difference
You must be on crack
chorus
One wears Adidas
The other wears fishnets
And I can't decide
Which is more lame
chorus
N.F.C.I.B.
They walk alone, terrorizing all upon the beach
Engulfing little kids, caught and crushed within a role
Cellulite, drooping skin that just ain't right
How can they live, dragging all that weight around
Can't you see?
You're disgusting
You make me puke
You fucking pig
N.F.C.I.B.
The way they sweat, is almost as bad as Joyce
Vision impaired, one sight, I wish I was blind
All that flesh, could feed a small nation
So out of shape, forsaking themselves like this
Can't you see?
You're disgusting
Should cover up
Or kill yourself
N.F.C.I.B.
No fat chicks in bikinis, I see a reason why
No fat chicks in bikinis, they should all die
N.F.C.I.B.
This is not funny
N.F.C.I.B.
Can not spank monkey
N.F.C.I.B.
Blinding you and me
N.F.C.I.B.
Thing that should not be
Go Back
I hate you, you suck, no one likes you, you're ugly, you're stupid,
you stink, you make me wanna puke. I hate
your dad. I hate
your mom. I even hate your goddamn dog.
Go back to where you came from.
I hate your cloths. I hate your hair. I really think
that
you should die,
'cause your face is gross, you eat my dust, you
don't know, and
just your luck you really suck and that's why I
hate you.
Go back to where you came from. (x4)
Rage Against The Machine Sucks
W.O.T. Shops At Old Navy
Oh, we shop at Old Navy
Buying pretty T-shirts
They were all pristine white
To bad we desecrated them
Oh, it's a family store
You can't even find a whore
No one greets you at the door
This song goes on no more
You Suck
If you've heard this song and can't catch on to the lyrics,
go ahead and kill yourself because we'd be better off with out you
Puppy In Your Pocket
There's a puppy in your pocket,
and it's lickin' on your nuts
Puppy in your pocket,
crawlin' up your butt
Puppy in your pocket,
it thinks it's found a tree
Puppy in your pocket,
feel the warmness of it's pee.
Puppy in your pocket
Puppy in your pocket
Computers Are Gay, And You're A Dyke
Sittin' in the Donut Tree
Readin' about Word
Thinkin' you're a genius
I'm thinkin' you're a terd
Actin' intelligent
Goin' to summer school
Hopin' to graduate
Hope you fuck a mule
Computers are gay,
And you're a dyke (x2)
Computers are gay
So you start bitchin'
You stupid fuckin' dyke
Get back in the kitchen
You say to get a job
Computers are the future
You'll be a secretary at best
Or run a cash register
Computers are gay,
And you're a dyke (x2)
FAQ
I like to fuck shit up
Tear it up, screw it up
Oh sugar daddy won't you please give me a raise
Fa-Q
If I can make more mistakes
Do less work and lose more stuff
Oh sugar daddy wont' you please give me a raise
Fa-Q
I won't do anything but sleep all day
And cry a lot
Oh sugar daddy why does everybody hate me
Fa-Q
Y2Gay
You're all gonna die!
Grave is comming soon!
The Y2Kookie Monster's
comming for you
Computers will revolt
Watch you down
On you knees
Begging to bleed
Watch you bleed
As you die
Buildings crumble down
As the Worlds colapse
Your computer has crashed
And Microsoft has cashed in
It was all a hoax
It was all a joke
Death By Chocolate
Time to give up,
Time for scars
Chocolate syrup,
Chocolate bars,
Hersheys, Mally's
M&M, Mars
Give me chocolate Give me Death
Death,
Death,
Death,
Death by Chocolate
Without coco,
Life is fake
Chocolate fudge,
I love to take,
Brownies, cookies,
Chocolate cake
Give me chocolate Give me Death
Death,
Death,
Death,
Death by Chocolate
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