Post Shit You're Listening To: With LYRICS

[Fox 6]

Alright, I'll play along



Telephone Call: Aviance]
Nigga this is the 15th muthafuckin time
That I called and left yo ass messages
I done text yo bitch ass,
And u ain't respondin to nothin
What the fuck is you doing
Who the fuck is you out there with
You think I'm stupid,
My gurlz already done put me up on your ass tonight
When u get home I got some news for yo bitch ass

[Chorus: Riskay]
Why you comin home 5 in the mornnn
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick

Why u comin home 5 in the mornin
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick

[Verse 1: Riskay]
It's 4 oclock and I'm sleepin
It's late night and u creepin
You coulda told me, "I'm leaving"
Now I know your out there cheatin

Why you gotta do me like that
When I call u don't call me back
I'm texting u, like nigga where u at
That's fucked up, why u do me like that

[Verse 2: Aviance]
I'm dead sleepin, u trickin
In the club with dirty foot bitches
My girl was there n she witness
She had a camera phone she took pictures

You was on the dance floor grindin
With a striper Ho named Diamond
You was flossin hard, u was shinnin
Everything she drank, u buying
Fuck nigga u need to stop lying

Before I get mad and pull out my Nine
U want a new bitch to fuck, then that's fine
But don't fuck hers, then try to fuck mine

U keep tellin me "u ain't touch her"
But some keep tellin me u done fucked'er
And I ain't that bitch, u want to play with
Nigga drop them boxers, lemme smell yo dick

[Chorus: Riskay]
Why you comin home 5 in the mornnn
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick

Why u comin home 5 in the mornin
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick

[Verse 3: Real]
Hey, hey
Smell my dick? Wait a minute hold up
See that's how a bitch get'er eye swole'up
And I don't give a damn wat your homegirl seen
When I was in the club, what the fuck u mean

They ain't got no bisnuz, eyein' me like dat
You ain't got no bisnuz, tryin me like dat
I wan't even feelin Diamond like dat
I was wildin', but I wunt clownin like dat

That's allright, that's okay
Gon head believe wat your homegirl say
A nigga like me, drink alot of liquor
Meet alot bitches, take a lot of pictures

I might break bread, with one or two strippaz
But that don't mean u gotta pull ma zippa
Thinking I dick down the whole town
Even though I got dick to go around (round... round)

[Chorus: Riskay]
Why you comin home 5 in the mornnn
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick

Why u comin home 5 in the mornin
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick

[Music fade]

[Teuthida]

This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long

Couldn't think of any lyrics
No I never wrote the lyrics
So I'll just sing any old lyrics
That come to mind, child

You really need words
Whole lotta rhyming words
You gotta rhyme so many words, mm-mm
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it, to do it right, child

This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long

I know that you're probably sore
'Cause I didn't write any more
I just didn't get to complete it
So that's why I gotta repeat it

This song is just six words long (six words long)
This song is just six words long (six words long)

Oh I make a lotta money
They pay me a ton of money
They're payin' me plenty of money
To sing this song, child

I gotta fill time
Three minutes worth of time
Oh, how will I fill so much time, mm-mm
I'll throw in a solo, a solo, a solo
A solo, a solo here

This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long

This song's got nothin' to say
But I'm recording it anyway
I know if I put my mind to it
I know I could find a good rhyme here

Oh, you gotta have-a music
You need really catchy music
This song has got plenty of music
But just six words, child

And so I'll sing' em over
And over and over and over
And over and over and over, mm-mm
And over and over and over
And over and over and over again

Six words long, six words long
Six words long, six words long
Six words long, six words long

This song is just six words long
It's just six words long

[Typhoid]

This song is pretty gimmicky. It' Everclear.
Yeah, Everclear.
It's not along the same lines as the other songs, but it's still pretty dumb, just with less-dumb guitar.

Anyways, I dig a few lyrical parts of this song, and it just gets stuck in my head.
I actually really like the guitar. Which is sad, because this isn't really a song you want to rock out to all the time.

Jesus Christ didn't have blue eyes or blond hair
He looked just like all those people that you want to kill
Spin your hell into a heaven you can sell
Make it look like California with a bible belt
Jesus didn't look like the boy next door
Unless you live in Palestine
I wonder what you mean by the golden rule
I think it is a scary play on words
I wonder what they taught you back in Sunday school

I bet you think of him as a nice clean long haired Republican
Nah, He would be all locked up in Guantanamo Bay
If he were alive today
He would have been a revolutionary wanted by the CIA

I picture him in all the wrong places
Finding diamonds in the dirt
A star of David tattoo
And a Che t-shirt
Jesus was a left wing radical Jew murdered by people like you

If Jesus was a Democrat like the bible says he was
I don't think he'd take the blame
For all the awful things you people do and say in his name

If Jesus was alive he would be sad to see
That it is no different than it used to be
Someday he's going to call you out
I am pretty god damned sure ......
He is going to be angry
He is going to be angry

I think Jesus would have been a card carrying liberal
If he was a young man born in the USA

He wouldn't be "fiscally conservative"
And he wouldn't vote for John McCain
All those so called Christians that you see on TV
Maybe they scare Jesus like they scare me
Kick you the hell out of my temple too
Too many elephants in the room

If Jesus was a Democrat like the bible says he was
I don't think he's going to want to take the blame
For all the awful things you people do and say in his name

If Jesus was alive today he would be sad to see
That it is no different than it used to be
Someday he's going to call you out
I am pretty god damned sure that he's gonna be mad
I think he's gonna be angry
I tghink he's gonna be mad
I think he's gonna be mad

You say Jesus loves the little children
And I say I know that's true
I say he loves all the Muslims and the Jews
All the addicts and the porn stars, too
You say Jesus died to save us all from a fiery hell
I say Jesus died to save us
Save us from ourselves
Will you save me from myself?

If Jesus was a liberal like the red letters say he was
I know he would have big love for all the killers and the racists
And the bullies in this world

If Jesus was alive today
And you had a chance to meet him face to face
I'm pretty God-damned sure that you and your friends
Would find some way to kill him all over again
You would kill him all over again
Again and again and again
Just like you always do
You do just what you always do

[KillerGremlin]

I wish I could rap like this, I mean this is just sick:

Here is my cridentials
It's sumthin so essential
Get the pad, i'll get the pencil
Doin' doughnuts like it's ???
Imma kamikaze thinker, imma threat
I roll around the block, and hit up homiez from the set
Cuttin ice like it's ??????
The box aboard this dance, Make the adidas with the three corner socks
Tiger rocks, non stop
In the car with the faster flow
Tell these freaks that i'm crackin' like pastachio's
Yo', This situations chemistry is hittin like the hennessey,
Rippin through the soul of the gardens penitentiary,
Roll the dice, get the craps
Homie where your mind at,
Gotta make the money so the law never find that

I'm gonna make the money off tha flo'
I'm crackin' like pastachio's
Yo' man you didn't know
I'm switchen four lanes, Yo' man it ain't a thang,
Man holla atcha' boy if ya see me in tha game
It's strange.

Throwin' like im gannin, with a cannon for an arm
And Yo' im turnin up the charm, when i see her at the bar
Im like a cotton candy devil, yo meanin that im trouble
Im lookin over the office, tryin to make the players fumble
Man im on my way to helllll in a lincoln continental,
And even though its mine, gawd i treat it like a rental,
In this simple, yo its rearanged, actin like im proper lane,
fool i think your hidin things, gold chains, and diamond rings

Cut the pie, did divise
Smokin weed its superfly,
do or die, true or lie,
Dirrty money multiply,
Look at me look at me, green eyed and greedy,
Tellin all my homiez, yo' gawd you don't wanna be me,
what chu saw, look i broke the law,
Blazzin in the new car,
Jazzy as i wanna be, like im up in utah,
twinkle twinkle little star,
money in the cookie jar, rookies on the rookie car,
bettin money with the bookie hard

I also wish I knew wtf he is saying in the "?????" parts.