Jonathan Something – Outlandish Poetica

Suddenly I’m sitting in the belly of the beast
The beast and all his brothers are just staring back at me
I feel like saying something, but before I get to speak
I’m upside down and bleeding, cut wide open cheek to cheek
They do the sacrificial dance and feed me to the boar
But I come back resurrected 10 times better than before
Now with one eye split wide open and 5 women on one arm
I tell the beastly brothers that I mean no one no harm
I grab my shoes and jacket and start to walk out the door
But then I realize my trousers feel much lighter than before
It must have been my ego that had blinded me to see
That I’d been bested by the one and only number “33”
Larry Bird really pulled the wool over me, uh huh I said I’m sorry Lar’ but I just don’t carry that kind of cash
Not since the great depression and that whole stock market crash
He said okay I understand, I’ve picked up on your clue
and that was that and Larry and the whole team off they flew
Oh ooh oh
So, I just kept on walking 2 or 3 feet at a time
Until I found myself a standin’ where the sun don’t seem to shine
And despite the lack of sunlight the reality was clear
I was currently residing, halfway up somebody’s rear
I yelled up to the heavens and the heavens yelled right back
A monumental roar that knocked me flat out on my ass. I am somewhere in between the silver surfer’s dreams
Of Fantastic-4 erotica and doing something mean
Oh, will someone please just stop me ‘fore I say something obscene
I’m not intending to offend, I’m simply trying to set the scene
So, there I was just walking down the middle of the street
When in flies Larry Bird and the ’86 All Star Team
Yea yeah
I said, hey Larry man, yes it’s been a real long time
He said oh Jonny Baby could you maybe spare a dime?

Jonathan Something – Fine

I am falling to pieces in the dugout of my middle school
Bathe the new life and bathing in my own spit and drool
As I break the silence saying to the air, let’s fight
As small child pokes his head in and asks if I am alright
And I said I’m fine (he’s fine)
I said I’m fine (so fine)
I cut my finger on the stem of a martini glass
I held it too hard in one hand and broke it right in half
As I break the silence, saying whoops, Oh, silly me
Somebody call my vampire, he’ll come and lick this blood of me
I said I’m fine (he’s fine)
I say I’m fine (so fine)
I say I’m fine (he’s fine)
I say I’m fine (so fine)
However cold, I feel unhappy when I’m on my way to be
An extraordinary asshole with a bachelor’s degree. And I said I’m fine (he’s fine)
I say I’m fine (so fine)
I say I’m fine (he’s fine)
I say I’m fine (so fine)
I say I’m fine.

Dilly Dally – I Feel Free

We’ll start again in a moment of silence
Still couldn’t be friends, but I want you to find me when I make sense
Man, ’cause this already hurt you back then
Come, come
Try to stay ’cause this already hurt you
Back then, so far behind you
I feel free, and I want you to find me
I feel free, and I want you to find me
[Instrumental break]
We’ll start again in a moment of silence
Still couldn’t be friends, but I want you to find me when I make sense
Man, ’cause this already hurt you back then
Come, come
Try to stay ’cause this already hurt you
Back then, so far behind you
I feel free, and I want you to find me
I feel free, and I want you to find me
[Instrumental break]

Elliott Smith – Some Song Lyrics

Hello, hello, hello
(This is a rock song.)
Loud, loud, loud
It’s a junkie dream, makes you so uptight
Yeah it’s halloween tonight and every night
See you scratch your skin
Your sandpaper throat
You’re a symphony, man, with one fucking note
Charlie beat you up week after week
And when you grow up you’re going to be a freak
Want a violent girl who’s not scared of anything
Help me kill my time
‘Cause I’ll never be fine
Help me kill my time
You went down to look at old Dallas town
Where you must be sick just to hang around
Seen it on TV, how to kill your man
Then like Gacy’s scene a canvas in your hand
Better call your mom, she’s out looking for you
In the jail and the army and the hospital too
But those people there couldn’t do anything
For you
Help me kill my time
‘Cause I’ll never be fine
Help me kill my time
Help me kill my time
Help me kill my time
‘Cause I’ll never be fine
Help me kill my time

Doja Cat – Popping Lyrics

Mwah, I drew us Bellum
Then Buttercup wanted to pretend she was Blossom, but Blossom wanted to be Blossom, and I wanted to be Bubbles, but they told me I couldn’t
And no one wants to be me! I’m not listening
[Hook]
Get out my bubble
If you ain’t popping like I am
Bitch you ain’t popping like I am
Bitches ain’t popping like I am
[Post Hook]
If you could shade but it’s factual
You ain’t team if you ain’t popping like this
Bet you dream ’bout being popping like this
It’s a shame you ain’t popping like this
This don’t come natural
Workin’ hard on a 9-5 shift
Everyday’s just another celebration
All you fakes need get how I live
[Sample]
First you take the pink and then some blue
And then the green and then more pink
And then a dash of blue
Coloring, coloring, coloring
Grab another color, doo dee doo! What’s the matter? Oh, I get it! (x4)
[Bridge]
You could shade but it’s factual
You ain’t team if you ain’t popping like this
Bet you dream bout being popping like this
It’s a shame you ain’t popping like this
This don’t come natural
Workin’ hard on a 9-5 shift
Everyday’s just another celebration
All you fakes need get how I live
[Sample]
Thank goodness, I found you! Bubbles! [Sample]
We were playing the Powerpuff Girls and Buttercup was a monster and I played the Mayor and Blossom was Ms. Did you stop the giant ant? Why don’t you say anything? I’m sensitive you know
[Hook]
Get out my bubble
If you ain’t popping like I am
Bitch you ain’t popping like I am
Bitches ain’t popping like I am
If you ain’t popping (x8)
No one wants to be me! Are you okay? Fine! Nope, bubbles! (x4)
[Verse 1]
Get the point
You don’t get my point
(Ain’t popping )
You ain’t winnin’ you ain’t gettin’ points
(Like I do )
Just be sharp, just like me I pop
Like a bubble butt
Careful when it drop
You baffoon popping like balloon
NPR drop my fucking tune
I’m so powerpuff I am so cartoon
I’m hunting wabbits you a looney toon
We pop a bottle then I pop my fuckin poon
Been the queen since I was in the womb
I’ma iPod you’re a fuckin zune
Out my bubble lil bitch give me room
Fuck out my bubble like Glinda
No clarinet out my bubble like squidward
I am that bitch cuz I sample Nintendo
No sugar coat out my bubble like Splenda
[Hook]
Get out my bubble
If you ain’t popping like I am
Bitch you ain’t popping like I am
Bitches ain’t popping like I am
If you ain’t popping (x8)
No one wants to be me! You’re too cool to talk to a dork like me, right?

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Head Shot Lyrics

[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
All I took was one shot, it was a head shot, nigga
Still on the block, one in the head to my brand new Glock, nigga
Ain’t worried ’bout no opp, nigga, them niggas pussy, they ain’t no killers
I keep the chopper with a banana clip for monkey niggas
Headshot that nigga, ooh, headshot a nigga
Headshot a nigga, ooh, one shot, nigga
Headshot, nigga, headshot, nigga
You gon’ drop, nigga, ooh, headshot that nigga
[Verse]
Yeah, nigga play pussy, get fucked
Nigga better run, better duck
When I catch him, he run out of luck
I pull up and hop out a all black truck
Real hood like the all black Chucks
Put that lil boy in the tux
Wrap him up like a fruit roll up
Ain’t no limit on my soldiers
Aim for his head and his shoulders
Yeah, sensei, I keep two guns like nunchucks
Bitch nigga, you ain’t got no nuts
Hole in his head like a donut
Hit him with the stick, get smoked like dust, yeah
These niggas Coogi
Chopper gon’ knock off that Kufi
No job, go to work with that toolie
Yeah, chopsticks turn him to sushi
Shoot out the clip like a movie
We got the guns like Toys R Us
F&N with the 30 clip tucked
Killers, they wait in the cut
These niggas talk too much
Ain’t gon’ do none of that fuss
You gon’ die slow like ‘Tuss
Chess moves, set him up
Better watch hoes you fuck
Nigga, you don’t even know who you can trust
I send a blitz, a rush
[Chorus]
All I took was one shot, it was a head shot, nigga
Still on the block, one in the head to my brand new Glock, nigga
Ain’t worried ’bout no opp, nigga, them niggas pussy, they ain’t no killers
I keep the chopper with a banana clip for monkey niggas
Headshot that nigga, ooh, headshot a nigga
Headshot a nigga, ooh, one shot, nigga
Headshot, nigga, headshot, nigga
You gon’ drop, nigga, ooh, headshot that nigga

BlocBoy JB – Woah Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, I just went to-
Ha (and I’m in that motherfucker fly)
Yeah (hold up, with the [?] gon’ die)
Aye (pull up with the bitch right now)
Mm (she gon’ suck me, pacifier)
Yeah (I don’t even, I don’t even, hold up)
Oof (yeah, yeah, yeah, aye)
Damn, Denaro
[Verse 1]
I got them keys like Alicia (Alicia)
Your bitch on my side just like a beeper (word)
I be fuckin’ on a skeezer (huh)
Aye, bitch, I smoke indica, I don’t do sativa (gas)
Fuck on your bitch on the first night I meet her (I meet her)
One thing I hate is to follow the leader (that’s on my momma)
Plenty hoes in the mall, I’m a cheater (yeah)
Rock and roll with your bitch, I’m the Beatles (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
[Verse 2]
I’m lyrical, I load the Glock while I’m eatin’ my cereal
Check out the Gucci and Louis material
You spent your backends at Superior (huh)
That’s what it cost to purchase my interior (yeah)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show
Play with me, bitch, I’ma light your (brr)
Load up- load up the Glocks, Dracos, and them .40s
Shoot from the line like I’m Jordan (swish)
You- you on that line like you snortin’, aye (that blow)
That’s why you feel so important (I know)
So many Glocks, need an endorsement (woah)
Might get the G on my face (space)
Sp-sp-speakin’ of Gs, I’m a Grape (Crip)
Bl-Bl-BlocBoy JB be the great (Crip, Crip)
Bitch, I teach lessons, so who is you testin’? My gun don’t make noise, I call for compression
Soft like ranch dressing, I’m fly like the Jetsons
You went to jail and you made a confession
Ooh, you told (yeah)
Why would you tell on your bros? (Huh)
We at- we at your door like Jehov’ (word)
Strap your legs up, tie ’em up like Girbauds (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah, ha), woah, woah (woah, ha)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
[Outro]
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (light show)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (that’s on my momma)
Ice cold (word), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (word, word)
Ice cold (huh), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, woah, Clay, woah