"We Like Meat"

Hey, look at all that meat, ain't she the bitter end?

"Coo Coo Ca Choo"

Coo Coo Ca Choo Baby You That's What You Are
You Are A Hollywood Star You're The High Priestess By Far
And You Know This Tune's For You We Call It Coo Coo Ca Choo
And It's A Very Brief Description Of The Things We Could Do To You
You Were Looking At Me I Was Looking At You
Coo Coo Ca Choo Coo Coo Ca Choo
You Were Looking At Me I Was Looking At You
Coo Coo Ca Choo Now What Ya Gonna Do
Oil Me Up Quick Miss Daisy Before I'm Lubing Up Your Tailpipe
Or The Bedposts Will Be A Knocking And
A Knocking Til The Break Of Light
Raised And Dazed In A Million And One Ways
Like A Morton Coffee Roll I Want You Hot And Glazed
You're Not The Real Thing Baby You're Parkay You're Not Butter
Gonna Have To Get You Home And Lube You Up With Fluff-N-Nutter
Scope It Scope It Baby Looking So Fit
Playing Games And Laying Dames You Know I Know You Know It
Quick To Get The Condom You Know The Jimmy Fits Too Snug
Lean You Against The Fire Place And Ride You On The Bear Skin Rug
Chow Down My Ding Dong Come And Sing Along
Slip A Grip Around My Tip And Then You'll Be My Kling-On
Now In My Sweat Pants You're Gonna See My Erection
Ooh Oh Pick A De Pop Pop Perfection
Umpla Dumpla Dippedee Do
Cause I'd Never Leave The House If Mommy Looked Like You
You Were Looking At Me I Was Looking At You
Coo Coo Ca Choo Coo Coo Ca Choo
You Were Looking At Me I Was Looking At You
Coo Coo Ca Choo Now What Ya Gonna Do
Butter Up Butter Cup Did Ya Really Think
It Would Really Last That Long
My Attention Span Hutches And When
You Wake Up You Know That I'll Be Gone
Cocoa Butter Beach Blonde Wearing That Thin Thong
You Know I Got A Thing For You It's Only An Inch Long
Picking Up Your Signals Like You're A Tv Station
I'm Looking For The Channel To Have Immoral Applications
Looking So Fine Cosmo Behind
Fermentation Of Time Like Reunite Wine
Well I'm Bubbling Up And Steaming Like An Active Volcano
I Think I Clogged Up All Your Pipes Better Get Yourself Some Draino
I Get Annoyed Cause I Can't Avoid
Baby Sounding Like A Mongoloid
I Gots The Skills To Keep Ya Busy All Night
If You Do Not Bite I Hope You Blow Like Dynamite
Happy Thanksgiving Would You Like A Little White Meat?
I¹Ll Stuff My Butterballs Then You Can Eat
You Were Looking At Me I Was Looking At You
Coo Coo Ca Choo Coo Coo Ca Choo
You Were Looking At Me I Was Looking At You
Coo Coo Ca Choo Now What Ya Gonna Do.

"Rang Dang"

So Set Your Phasers On Kill If Ya Will So Catch The Feeling
Got Your Head A Pumping A Back And Forth Until It Hits The Ceiling
Now I'm Wheeling Dealing Stealing Johnny's Apple Seeds
Slapped You With A Baseball Bat Upside The Head Until It Bleeds
Showing No Mercy Step Like Solomon Grundy
Hit Ya With A Table Leg Like I Was Ted Bundy
I Bludgeoned You You're Bloodied I Think It's Kinda Of Funny
First I'll Take Your Money And Then I'll Swipe Your Honey
Dip Slip To The A.M. What Is That You're Saying?
You Think You Start Praying It's Not A Game You're Playing
Pump One Pump Two Listen To The Shotgun Blast
I'll Blast That Sorry Ass When You're All Outta Gas
I Freak Like Cerebal Pals I'll Get Inside Your Drawers
For Alarm There Is No Cause I Funk Like Lou Rawl
Basco Roscoe P. Cotrane
I Wish I Had A Membrane So That I Could Go Insane
Red Light Green Light You Know I Always Win This Game
You Can Be My Gingerbread And I'll Be Your Candycane
Rang Dang Diddlela Dang A Dang Baby
Rang Dang Diddlela Dang A Dang Baby
Rang Dang Diddlela Dang A Dang Baby
You Might Say No But I Hope You Mean Maybe
No Chance In Hell But I Could Tell You Crave Me
Frisky From The Whiskey And The Thrills You Gave Me
Taste Great But Less Filling So Thrilling
Come Unannounced Like Automatic Billing
And You Can't Do Nothing As I Push Your Buttons
When I Talk You're Gonna Listen Like I'm E.F. Hutton
Like Lionel Richie's Up All Night Long
Jimmy Pop Don't Do Nobody Wrong
Stop Flop Flip And Flop
Panties Drop Now I'm On Top
So Wiggle It Just A Little Bit
I Won't Kiss Your Ass To Get A Piece Of It
You Said You Wanted To Do It Now You're Coming Around To It
I'm The One That Sowed The Seed But You're The One That Grew It
Take It Blow By Blow Like Reginald Denny
I Do It All The Time How Many?
Many Frauleins I'm Coming Again Like Jesus
And When I Resurrect I'll Be Damned If I Don't Please Ya
Our Jimmy Pop That Art In Hell Hear It
Fill Me With Your Holy Spirit
Rang Dang Diddlela Dang A Dang Baby
Rang Dang Diddlela Dang A Dang Baby
Rang Dang Diddlela Dang A Dang Baby
You Might Say No But I Hope You Mean Maybe
Einie Meanie Miney Moe
Which Of You Girls Will Be My Ho'
Cross Your Fingers Grit Your Teeth
Cause The Bloodhound Gang Makes Holes In Beef
We Make Holes In Beef
We Make Holes In Beef
We Make Holes In Beef
We Make Holes In Beef
So Watch Your Back Straight To The Attack
I'll Spin You Around Like Your Name Was Pat Sajak
Tag Your Ass Out And No Tag Backs
You Psycho Nymphomaniac
Rang Dang Diddlela Dang A Dang Baby
Rang Dang Diddlela Dang A Dang Baby
Rang Dang Diddlela Dang A Dang Baby
You Might Say No But I Hope You Mean Maybe.

"Nightmare At The Apollo"

Haha, all right Apollo!
Let's hear it one more time for mister, Gary, Coleman!
Whatcha talk about Willis? That joke is funny everytime I hear it!
Let's put your hands together now, Harlem
For, that's right, Harlem
That's right, get up now, Harlem
For The Blood, hound, Gang!

Yo wassup Apollooo
Everybody say "Ho!"
Get off the stage honkie boys...

"K.I.D.S. Incorporated"

?? let's try again
This time we're sloppy
Like child birth!
Where's my fucking bass guitar?

Everybody Look Around Hear The Sound
Something Specials Gonna Come Your Way
We Got Something That Is New That Is True
We Got Something Just For You Today
All Around The Nation (Whoa Oh)
We're The New Sensation
Have You Heard? Have You Heard? Have You Heard?
We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S.
We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S. (Whoa Oh)
Looks Like We Made It We're Kids Incorporated
In The City In The Street
There's A Beat There's A Feeling That You Can't Deny
All The People Wanna Move Wanna Grove
There's A Shine A Spirit In Their Eyes
All Around The Nation (Whoa Oh)
We're The New Sensation
Have You Heard? Have You Heard? Have You Heard?
We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S.
We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S. (Whoa Oh)
Looks Like We Made It We're Kids Incorporated
K.I.D.S. Kids Incorporated We're Gonna Have Fun
K.I.D.S. Kids Incorporated For Everyone
All Around The Nation
We're The New Sensation
Have You Heard? Have You Heard? Have You Heard?
We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S.
We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S. (Whoa Oh)
Looks Like We Made It We're Kids Incorporated (What?)
Looks Like We Made It We're Kids Incorporated

All right, where's my smack?

"Balls Out"

Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick

I don't give a shit about celebrity
But motherfuckers did ya happen to who's here? me
The bottom feeder at the top of the food chain
Frontin' from the back of the line on some dud named
After car parts that as fast as a spark hitting gas
Starts a fire gets wired from barbs that
Cut like a jalapeno popper fart
Burnin up an asshole that once riped apart
Punched hard but it ain't like i ever cared if i went
Too far as stitches left scars from more clowns bent
Outta shape than the cirque de soleil ever had so
Though he throws his weight around he's still in my shadow
In the dark so he doesn't know his girl remarked that i make her
Laugh on the inside but i can hear it later
With my dick as her other cunt gets screwed
In the process i got to get hot chicks nude

The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but i fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but i fuck the sides up

Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick

Thanks to you bitches i got more screams
Than david arquette's resume what that means
Is my job involves getting' mobbed like john gotti
Dressed to kill like i'm gianni versace
But i gotta be so when a gimp limps back for more
In a huff like that fat kid that had to sit out for
Every gym class due to his asthma that wore
One correctional shoe but still passed that i swore
I spotted at the smorgasbord sprintin' for seconds
That i reckon ain't as sloppy as the leftovers gettin'
Me clocked by blocked cock pissed my tryst with his missus
Got her panties in a bunch just like his is
That my face between her legs? because that could be
What convinced this dick getting' hard i'm a pussy
But if that were my name i would have autographed her breasts with
Motherfuckin' dollar signs instead of s's

The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but i fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but i fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but i fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but i fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but i fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but i fuck the sides up

"Farting With A Walkman On"

I know you're gonna play me when you get wind
I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again
But if you cover your ass with the same old song
You might as well be farting farting with a Walkman on

I know you're gonna play me when you get wind
I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again
But if you cover your ass with the same old song
You might as well be farting farting with a Walkman on

I know you're gonna play me when you get wind
I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again
But if you cover your ass with the same old song
You might as well be farting farting with a Walkman on

Give me a fuckin' break

Farting with a Walkman on
Farting with a Walkman on
Farting with a Walkman on
Farting with a Walkman on

"Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo"

Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet

Cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket

Batter dip the cranny ax
In the gut locker

Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I Brazilian wax poetic so hypothetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten

Power drill the yippee bog
With the dude piston

Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle

Cannonball the fiddle cove
Ooh la la
With the pork steeple

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I Brazilian wax poetic so hypothetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where pronto

"I'm The Least You Could Do"

It always sucks refolding the kind of map
Needed when i get stuck where the sun don't shine the fact
Is if i just shut up my rubbered stamp could flag you as dumb

It ain't your mind you're givin' me a piece of
As it don't take einstein to know that's just obscene but
It's been buck rogers' time since i hit other than rock bottom

Even the odds of having you against me
With your crotchless jihad on blue balls evidently
Are all mighty good god so angel dust my soul like james brown

Street leagl whore hauling so much stunning ass
Sell yourself short like bridget at the bunny ranch
Do it all fours the satisfaction of getting fouled

I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you

I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you

I would still get screwed

I don't care if getting under someone that's
Beneath you fits the m.o. of conundrum as
You reckoned this was just a fancy word for rubbers

I aim to get a bang out of working your
Weak spot that sets the bar so low just nerve can score
With no respect since oddly danger feels like pay dirt

I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you

I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you

I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you

If only

When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?


When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

"No Hard Feelings"

Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore

Maybe you got screwed but i dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash
I put out despite the fact that you're like a hawaiian punch moustache
Right under my nose thinking i'm so colonel klink oblivious
But how could i not see you got off scot-free 'cause i know this means it

Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore

If i want to be repeatedly shit on i'll go make dutch porn
When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what's more
I'm missing you like a hijacked flight on september 11th
I don't know who got on you but i'm not wrong in thanking them since it

Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday anymore

Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again
Ya know i wouldn't give a fuck
When what i shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
I'm just gonna wrap it up

Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again
Ya know i wouldn't give a fuck
When what i shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
I'm just gonna wrap it up

Ain't my job
I'm just gonna wrap it up
To fuck you on your birthday
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Ain't my job
I'm just gonna wrap it up
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Ain't my job
I'm just gonna wrap it up
To fuck you on your birthday
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Ain't my job
I'm just gonna wrap it up
To fuck you on your birthday anymore
I'm just gonna wrap it up

[Four minute pause]

This is bam, and hidden track shit dicks out!