1. |
Chicken Egg
02:53
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911 the girl is coming
Paradise egg, out of standing
She came from a rib, beautiful Sunday
But you’re no Adam, see you Monday
The chicken grows ruff
Roll, corn stuff
Mine gets weak
Died so sick
The egg is scared as hell
You have to throw it really well
Now think about the smell
Think about it really well
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2. |
Detective Trash
02:42
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The screen they’ve got under the bridge
Is cooking the brain, is melting the cheese
The movie dream got Wall E
The cookie dream got Ant Z
On the detective trash
That basket on fire, that brown bad grass
I’ve found the pants, I’ve found the crash
I’ve found the clock that I can’t catch
The drunkie monkey on the door
The cosmic juice on the floor
Oh no no, he isn’t poor
He’s hardcore
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3. |
Snailspotting
03:18
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The Finnish singer spat on the ground
Abbey Echo that typical sound
The underground choir, the psycho beat
It's something you don't hear when you normally seat
The tuna tin
The trumpet sin
All the snake's skin
Let the snail race begin
The coffee sugar took the lead
I've lost the race really 'cause I can't read
There's a seagull flying and is like a gun
She throws garbage just for the fun
The crumb you gave to the innocent lark
The one you withdraw from the dark
Made it flabby started to fizz
And it just came out with the usual sneeze
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4. |
Inie Minie Minie Mo
04:28
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Inie Minie Minie Mo
You’re the one who has to go
I took my gun very slow
And I just hear pre pow pow pow
Chuck Noris you and me
We are all seated on a tree
Russian roulette, two balls
Exploding against the walls
Inie Minie Mine Mo
It’s my time to go low
I closed my eyes very slow
And I just hear pre pow pow pow
Free to go, free to go bang
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5. |
Tiger Pun
03:34
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The three tiger pun is the national claw,
A stain on the flag a kick on the law
There is a caretaker for every T
He got the mistake, he got the key
There’s a babysitter for every R
A mouth keeper she knows where they are
T.R.E. made you R.I.P.
The three tiger pun is in the sleeve of your tong
A rock in your mouth, an army, a words gang
There is a caretaker for every T
He got the mistake, he got the key
There’s a babysitter for every R
A mouth keeper she knows where they are
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6. |
Russian Rat
03:02
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The way he tasted the simple flavour
Makes him a taster, made him a neighbour
This russian rat stole the wine
Now he’s a dealer next to mine
The virgin prince had this gift
A pretty bottle, some cardiac drift
Follow the hole, you’ll find the thief
He’s no big deal just a science rift
I see a poser, come on come closer
The animal barn is in a factory now
It is a jungle with no king Mao
For parrot sake
A mirror break
Frog splash, no gypsy state
No mate, no great
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7. |
Train Robbery
02:42
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Ware your feet after the cat
But don't let the carpet get on the trap
There is a mainland on the pirate train
They have your hat man, you can use my crane
The train robbery
Good looking misery
I've got skills, no sympathy
You'll see the naughty poem down the corner
You are quite a feat man just don't bother
You can run, can you cut the rope?
Sorry big man only buying your hope
There is a rat who used to be polite
Now he's a rebel getting on the fight
The magic box started the transmission
Where's the yellow girl, the science fiction?
The train robbery
Good looking misery
I've got skills, no sympathy
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8. |
Wooden Spoon
03:15
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There’s a medicine made by one grasshopper
You can buy it to any ant shopper
It’s in the back of the store
I do think you’ll adore
Get a room, choose the spoon
I throw the wooden stick to the pussy cat
Even tried the fork can you believe that
The bull we have for breakfast
Will horn us right
Light’s up, light’s up! I want the tiny teddy bear
Freeze, freeze! I want the tiny teddy bear
There’s a dick with a cockpit
They’ve restore it, it doesn’t fit
The wooden spoon in your ass
Your foot I wouldn’t pass
Pick a breast, pick a balloon
Don’t miss dinner, come soon
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9. |
Steamroller's Thief
04:00
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The crazy old Van Gogh used the bad lemonade
He cutted the ear, made the red and he run to the parade
Now here he is, with the color on his nose
Oh so prestige, what a fuck you think it is?
Go on damn boy
You’re what?
Go on, step up
You’re stuck
The wig is wiggling, it’s driving the bike
You can sell your sheets, don’t really need to strike
Get insurance, read the pope
Willy nilly, nilly willy grope
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