Devo Spice – Lean Christmas Lyrics

* each Chorus repeat uses the next smaller currency on the list

[Chorus] *
HEY this is Christmas, I hope we don’t miss this
My kids have half of Wal*Mart on their wish list
But I’m flat broke so I scrape and I scrounge
All around, hey now, found a quarter/dime/nickel/penny * in the couch!

Alright, book of matches for mommy

[Devo Spice]
Things are pretty lean this year and I fear
That there may be a real lack of holiday cheer
Unless I come into some money, like if I won the lottery
Or joined a blood bank, and dug into an artery
Cause right now I just haven’t got a dime
Out of work, out of money, and I’m running out of time
And I don’t know what to do, man, haven’t got a plan
The way it’s goin our house will be as festive as Iran
Most people shop at Toys ‘R’ Us or at the mall
I’m at the dollar store and can’t afford nothin at all
I dig deep into my pocket to see what I can find
Excuse me, what can I get for two buttons and a piece of twine?
Hey there’s a toy car with some dents
And only three wheels, but it’s marked down to ten cents
Now if only I had that much money I’d be set
Guess it’s time to raid the fountain to see what I can get

[Chorus]
Cool! Now I can get my daughter that gumball she’s been wanting

[Devo Spice]
Maybe this won’t be so bad after all
I just need to get creative when I deck the halls
Like instead of a tree, I’ll use that broom over there
And hang some pantyhose by the chimney with care
Outdoor decorations won’t be hard
I’ll tie a branch on my dog and make him stand in the yard
Poison ivy works as well as mistletoe can
And for dinner we’re gonna have a big ol’ ham
Sandwich that we’ll have to split five ways
And it’s gonna have to last for a couple of days
And the trimmings, yeah, we’re gonna have all of ’em
Popcorn balls, potato chips, and M&Ms
I can’t afford eggnog or any other perk
But I found a little three month old milk that oughta work
And I think I still have a fruitcake from last year
Around here somewhere, Merry Christmas, dear!

[Chorus]
This is going right to Grandma and Grandpa
I’ll tell them to go to the casino and play the nickel slots
Maybe they’ll win a dollar

[Devo Spice]
But then my kid come to me with a list, and I think
That there’s no way in hell I can afford any of this
I say I’m sorry but I’m broke, there’s no way that I can swing it
And she says, that’s okay daddy, Santa Claus will bring it
And I feel my confidence rebound
And know there’s no way in Hell I’m gonna let my kids down
Cause children and family are what it’s all about
And besides, what’s one more mortgage on the house?
Paperwork filed, rate’s locked in
Forty-seven signatures later I begin
When I’m done shoppin I’ll be payin an amount
For around thirty years so I better make it count
For the girl, a life size walk-in doll house
With a robot maid and a butler named Klaus
For the boy, I’ll get him a race car bed
One that actually drives and has cool tire tread
For the baby, I’ll get him this big pneumatic
Type swing thing with toys, the Neglect-O-Matic
And the wife, what woman could ask for any more?
She likes shoes so much, now she owns the damn store
For me, maybe I can finally get
That private jet, nah, maybe I’ll just get a ‘Vette
I’m up to my pancreas in debt, but hey
What can I say? It’s the American way~!!

[Chorus]
Okay, I can put this on the train tracks and
Let a train run over it and give it to my son
Then he can have his own mutant, squished…
Portrait of Lincoln… or something

Stice – The National Hottie Is Still Missing Lyrics

900 YEARS OLD AND I CANT STOP PLAYING TOUCH THE RASH
1 800 HOTTIE MISSING
TRASH GRIP CUNT FRUSTRATE CUSTOM SHIFT MASTER KEY
FASTER BABY HEY CRASH YOUR CAR INTO ME
NEVER BEEN THIS SICK BEFORE I BEEFED
AND BABY GOTTA LICK MY BILE
MISSING HOTTIE HAD A CRASH
VOMIT ON A HOT DASH
MAYBE WANNA GROPE MY KNEES
HEY
MY BELLY BUTTON IS A HOLE
THE MILKY PHOTO CARTON MAKES MY CAR GO
I WONT BE GETTING OFF CAUSE TITS TORE OFF BUT
I HOPE THAT YOU AND I STILL STAB
BE NICE BE NICE BE NICE BE NICE
BE NICE TO ME OR ILL FIGHT YOU BACK
GO FASTER BOBO FLESH PORT JACK
MISSING HOTTIE TO BE SO HOT NAT ICE
WHATS HERNIA PROOF WHATS MORE WET HEAT
WHATS DINNER TONIGHT WHATS FOUR DOG FEET
WHY FREAK OUT ON MY LIMP FRISH
HEY YOU WANNA TOUCH IT YOU f**k IT UP IN TRAFFIC
HEY YOU WANNA CRASH IT I GOT IT LIKE A RABIT
BITCH JUST HAD AN ACCIDENT
NOW ITCH HABBIT RASH THE PATCH
IN WHICH HOTTIE STILL CANT GRAB IT
YIKES WANNA STICK THOSE TITS BACK ON BUT PUTTEM BACK ON THE WRONG WAY
SHUCKS WANNA TATTOO A BAD WORD IN A PLACE SHE’LL NEVER SEE ANYWAY
DANG WANNA WEED WHACK OUT BACK BOBO SUCK PISS OFF MY DING DONG
HEY WHEN I GET IT UP ILL BE A CUSTOM SHIFTER OF MY VERY OWN
IF IM GONNA LOSE MY LEGS ILL JERK THE FLESH PORT OFF INSTEAD
IF IM GONNA CRASH MY CAR ITLL BE FROM GIVING YOU BAD HEAD HEY
IF YOURE GONNA BE THAT TALL I GUESS ID RATHER BE DEAD
OK MY LEGS HIT THE WALL MY RASH GOT VERY ITCHY AND RED
BITCH GOT IN AN ACCIDENT SO WITCH HOBBIT CATCH THE RAT
DONT SWITCH THE WATER TIN CAN GOBLET
ITCH HOSPITAL BACK AGAIN
SO TRICK RABBIT CATCH THE CAT
WONT KISS THE CAR THAT CRACKED MY ASS

Eminem – Trump Isnt Real Lyrics

(Intro: Eminem)
ALRIGHT, LISTEN HERE, GLOBAL WARMING IS MY FEAR
I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY HATE THE FUCKING QUEERS
THEY CALL ME DR. EMINEM CAUSE I CHECK THAT PUSSY
FINGERING IT UNTIL IT GETS REALLY REALLY MUSHY

(Verse 1: Eminem)
I MADE A NEW DISCOVERY; YOU ARE A FAGGOT
YOU AIN’T SEEMIN LUCKY, I’MMA CALL YA B-RABBIT
FUCK DONALD TRUMP, WHITE LIKE BABY POWDER
IM TAKIN A SHOWER WHILE YOUR DICK IS GETTIN DOWNER
DONALD FUCKIN DRUMP, IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME JOHNSON?
PUT YOU IN A WHEELCHAIR LIKE YOUR ASS IS JOE SWANSON
THIS BITCH IS FUCKIN SLUMP, A NIGGA CANT JUMP
YOURE SO OLD THAT YOU LIVE IN A FUCKING TREE TRUNK
BITCH DON’T TALK TO ME WHEN YOU GOT NO FUCKIN RACKS
0 ON TOP OF 0, NO TITTIES, AND NO TRACKS
CALL ME EMINEM CAUSE IM FUCKIN ON YO BITCH
CALL THIS FUCK YOUR DAD EXCEPT HE AINT A SNITCH
WHAT YOU GONNA DO DRUMP, CALL UP YO ALLIES
GOT ALOT OF BOOGERS CAN YOU OPEN UP YOUR NIG EYES
TRUMP THINKS HE’S THE SHIT? YOU LIVE IN A WHITE HOUSE
BUT WHEN I TAKE A FUCKIN SHIT IT’LL BE THE BROWN HOUSE
YOU WILL DRIP LIKE RETRO, THAT STUPID CHICKEN EATER
YOU’RE THE FUCKING PRESIDENT, WELL I AM YOUR FUCKING LEADER
I WILL EAT ON YO ASS LIKE CHIPS
BITCH YOU GOT A SMALL ASS DICK
NEEDA COMPENSATE CAUSE U DONT GOT A BITCH
BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT YOU ARE JUST LACKIN SOME TITS
COME ON HERE AND SUCK ON A LITTLE BABIES CLIT
LIKE YOU’RE BONNIE THE BITCH, DUMBASS LITTLE SHIT
But whatever, i just dont give a shit
About you drump, cause you really ain’t lit
BUT WHATEVER, EVERYONE ALREADY KNOWS I SPIT HEAT
HEY, ALLIGATOR, CAN YOU HOP UP ON THIS BEAT?

(Verse 2: Alligator)
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT INCEST, THAT SHIT IS WINCEST
THINK YOU ARE BLESSED, WISHIN YOUR WIFE HAD BIG BREASTS
YOU’RE LOOKIN’ SO ORANGE, ARE YOU A BAG OF TAKIS?
TRYNA SPY ON US WITH CAMERAS AND WALKY TALKIES?!
WELL, I BET YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR FUCKING SWEATY SOCKS
‘TILL YOU’RE BANGIN ON YOUR COCK, THINKIN’ ITS A ROCK
BUT NAH, IT IS FLACCID, YOUR BODY, SMELLS LIKE ACID
SHOOT YOU UP, KURT COBAIN, THAT BITCH WAS JUST TARGET PRACTICE
WHATS UP WITH YO HAIR, YOU’RE LOOKIN’ LIKE A BEE
CALL YOURSELF BIG TRUMP, YOU’RE ONLY SIX FOOT THREE
ILL SHUT DOWN YO CASINOS, YOU DUMB LITTLE-
(Verse 3: Eminem)
BITCH! THINKIN’ YOU’RE TOP SHIT CAUSE YOU FIRE PEOPLE LIKE A SNITCH
NAH, WE CAN’T BE HAVING THAT SHIT, YOU LASS!
DING DONG AT THE DOOR, THE RAP GOD IS HERE TO BEAT YOUR ASS
YOU’RE AS GOOD AS GOLF AS I AM AT FUCKING BITCHES
GIVE YOU TO NIGWARD AND HE’LL THROW YOU IN LOTS OF DITCHES
YOU’RE ORANGE, WAIT IM COLORBLIND, YOU’RE ACTUALLY FUCKING RED
LIKE THE TIP OF NIGWARDS DICK YOU’LL BE BLEEDING OUT RED
YOUR FAME IS GROWING SMALLER WHILE MY DICK IS GROWING BIGGER
EVERYONE KNOWS THAT TRUMP IS JUST A STUPID FUCKING NIGGE-

(Eagle: CAAAW)

(Verse 4: Abe Lincoln)
ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME WITH MY ASS UP YOUR COCK
DONALD FUCKING TRUMP REALLY THINKS HE’S HARD LIKE DIAMOND BLOCKS
I’VE HEARD MORE THOUGHTFUL TWEETS FROM FUCKING CHRIS CHAN
SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH YOUR SHIT YOU SOUND LIKE FOUR CHAN
I’M SO SICK AND TIRED OF TAKING CONSTIPATED SHITS
IF THIS IS THE BEST MY PARTY GETS THEN MY PARTY SHOULD SHIT
(Eminem: HAAH) I’M SORRY, DID I SAY SOMETHING THAT YOU FOUND… WITTY?
WIPE OFF THAT DUMBASS SMILE AND TOUCH THIS FUCKERS TITTIES
BUILD A WALL AROUND YOUR ASS, HERE, YOU WANT A COOKIE?
I BET YOU GO UP TO YOUR DAUGHTERS AND GRAB THEM BY THEIR PUSSIES
I’M GONNA SLAP YOUR ASSES FOR ALL OF THE FUCKING PEOPLE
YOUR MOM IS EQUAL, MY RHYMES ARE FETAL, NOW LET ME FUCK MY EAGLE!

Sanjeev Enos Masih – Rejoice In The Richmondd lyrics

Rejoice in the Richmondd always and again I say Rejoice
Rejoice Rejoice and again I say Rejoice

Here we go on, come on alright little louder now HEY
Where the students are growing day by day
Where all the Teachers are Best and Great

Rejoice in the Richmondd always and again I say Rejoice
Rejoice Rejoice and again I say Rejoice

There’s so many things that we can do
It’s the best part we have ever known
Step into the future we’ll hold on too
Let’s celebrate where we come from Richmondd Global School

Rejoice in the Richmondd always and again I say Rejoice
Rejoice Rejoice and again I say Rejoice

DRUMMAKID – In The Field lyrics

Oh no they ain’t see this coming
We dem new niggaz in the field counting money
On my A game I don’t fuck with crash dummy’s
Bitch I come in peace but all my dawgs keep it gully HEY

Now this right here is that boom chacka lacka
Taking shots of Henny might as well call it the choppa
If he’s talking shit they gon’ hit ‘m with that blocka
Feeling like Hov and Ye tell me who gon’ stop us
Ho let’s get it started, you already know it
Yeah I go retarded, money keep me going
Bitch I’m on my a game, need my pockets swollen
Taking shots like an AK, standing on your sofa
Shorty it’s the KRUGANG, ho check my shoe game
All my shit be litty bitch yeah I got that new flame
Me I never did the water whipping by the flow got me in the dopegame
Got the homie’s in cut tonight and we’re gonna turn this bitch into the soultrain
I be chilling on the low, steady dodging al the hoes
Get me dem racks and I go, get me dem stacks and I blow
It ain’t enough I need mo, getting do re mi fa so
Ey he a fraud nigga gotta go I go the sauce drippin’ on the flo Hey

Oh no they ain’t see this coming
We dem new niggaz in the field counting money
On my A game I don’t fuck with crash dummy’s
Bitch I come in peace but all my dawgs keep it gully HEY

Oh no they ain’t see this coming
We dem new niggaz in the field counting money
On my A game I don’t fuck with crash dummy’s
Bitch I come in peace but all my dawgs keep it gully HEY

He got dem birds and he’s gonna sell it
12 pull-up baby no telling
Married to the money no wedding
I got that loud bitch I know you smell it
I was busy in my own lane yeah you really thought I was lost huh
Lame nigga you should know better get the fam straight homie boss up
Shorty wanna do nasty but I keep it Cole like I’m Ashley
Bitch I rather be where the cash be better catch the wave like I’m Max B
Last year around this time I was getting money going on tour
Nowadays I be talking with my man Drew we gon’ do our own tour
If dem dudes ain’t down for the ride C’est La Vi nigga bonjour
Know you ain’t down with the feeling dawg but yo main chick she be wanting more
If a nigga get that 100 k imma stack it up do the 250
Hit a nigga with the peace sign imma gudda hippy yelling who wit me?
Lately I’ve been in my vibe cooking up like a chef do
Eat a rapper dead or alive leave you niggaz with the residue
Pretty yellow bone got the glo I call her Pikachu
Molly, xanz, lean, gass all she gotta do is pick and choose
I had to swith up the flow, I had my grip on her throat
Feeling like Gucci Man coming home
Yeah you be cuffing that bitch free ya hoe