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08-31-2005, 10:21 PM
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"My Humps"
What you gon’ do with all that junk? All that junk inside your trunk? I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out) I drive these brothers crazy, I do it on the daily, They treat me really nicely, They buy me all these ice-ys. Dolce & Gabbana, Fendi and then Donna Karan, they be sharin’ All their money got me wearin’ Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin, They say they love my ass ‘n, Se7en Jeans, True Religion, I say no, but they keep givin’ So I keep on takin’ And no I ain’t taken We can keep on datin’ I keep on demonstrating. My love, my love, my love, my love You love my lady lumps, My hump, my hump, my hump, My humps they got u, She’s got me spending. (Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me. She’s got me spendin’. (Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me What you gon’ do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. What u gon’ do with all that ass? All that ass inside them jeans? I’m a make, make, make, make you scream Make u scream, make you scream. Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out) I met a girl down at the disco. She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go. I could be your baby, you can be my honey Lets spend time not money. I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff, Milky, milky cocoa, Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight. They say I’m really sexy, The boys they wanna sex me. They always standing next to me, Always dancing next to me, Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump. Lookin’ at my lump, lump. U can look but you can’t touch it, If u touch it I’ma start some drama, You don’t want no drama, No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama So don’t pull on my hand boy, You ain’t my man, boy, I’m just tryn’a dance boy, And move my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump. My lovely lady lumps x3 In the back and in the front. My lovin’ got u, She’s got me spendin’. (Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me. She’s got me spendin’. (Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me. What you gon’ do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. What you gon’ do with all that ass? All that ass inside them jeans? I’ma make, make, make, make you scream Make you scream, make you scream. What you gon do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk, Get you love drunk off this hump. What you gon’ do wit all that breast? All that breast inside that shirt? I’ma make, make, make, make you work Make you work, work, make you work. She’s got me spendin’. Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me She’s got me spendin’. Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me. I don't think it's possible to write a dumber song then this. No I'm totally serious, I think we've finally reached the pinnacle of stupid lyrics. The fact that this has become a popular song on the radio only adds to its legend. |
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08-31-2005, 10:40 PM
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Spice Master
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I havent heard it yet, but it sounds like the worst song ever. I don't ever want to hear it.
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Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behavior and information processing.
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08-31-2005, 11:05 PM
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You haven't heard that song yet? Jesus it's been on the radio non stop all summer, and I hardly ever listen to the radio. I couldn't agree with you more Repug, this has to be the worst fucking song I've ever heard. I'd like to fuck the bitch that sings it, but I also wouldn't mind killing her either.
[ August 31, 2005, 09:09 PM: Message edited by: Dirty Harry ] |
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11-18-2005, 06:25 PM
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Empress Magnificent
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here is a much better song:
Earl had a baby Baby was her name He knew she was crazy Tiny was the same Down behind the shed Slaughtering the hog Slice along the belly Feed it to the dog 1,2,3 who should I kill? Every motherfucker running up the hill 1,2,3 what should I do? Get fucked up and fuck up you Pussy Liquor Make ya sicker Pussy Liquor Do it quicker (spoken x2) Baby: Yeah we liked to get fucked up, and fucked up Goober: Yeah i like to get a blow job too Baby: Yeah I bet you do Earl had a baby Otis was his name White as a ghost totally insane Otis loves the girls Young and clean Drowning in a bucket of gasoline 1,2,3 who should I kill? Every motherfucker running up the hill 1,2,3 what should I do? Get fucked up and fuck up you Pussy Liquor Make ya sicker Pussy Liquor Do it quicker (spoken x2) Baby: Yeah we liked to get fucked up, and fucked up Goober: Yeah i like to get a blow job too Baby: Yeah I bet you do Dont you know something They wont tell Send them to a hell Burnin in the house Spirits are alive A tongue lashing mama Help em to survive 1,2,3 who should I kill? Every motherfucker running up the hill 1,2,3 what should I do? Get fucked up and fuck up you Pussy Liquor Make ya sicker Pussy Liquor Do it quicker (spoken x2) Baby: Yeah we liked to get fucked up, and fucked up Goober: Yeah I like to get a blow job too Baby: Yeah I bet you do |
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