BUTTCRACKER
Words and Music by Marcus Goodwin
Copyright 2003. All rights reserved
www.marcusgoodwin.com
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COOKED AND DONE
Eating her cake
I rev up my snake
I light up some bud
The smoke make a right turn down her pants
She is on top
Of my rock
A mountain rising
Up into the grassy knoll of her horizon
Hey mommy, I ain't
coming home tonight
I met this girl on catwalk who treats me right
And hey daddy, she said she loves me
That's what they all say when you lay the rug the right way
She's cooked and done
I sit and stare
In my electric chair
I cum in her hair
She's my 10-second mpeg girl
On a porn site
She is such a little
slut
But I love her, yea I love her a lot
Down
town,
she buys her smack
Then she lays down
Will you put it my other hole tonight
The first hole's fun but the second holes good n' tight
Chorus
She's cooked and done
HARD AS A ROCK
Mushroom hair girl
fuck me
In the backroom tonight
Mushroom hair girl fuck me
Make me feel alright
Feed the junkie monkey
at 7:00 clock
Throw a salmon to the polar bear
As you suck my cock
I'm hard as a rock
Mushroom hair girl
hold me
On the train ride home
Chinese girl with the radical cut
Put your chopsticks in my butt [2x]
I'll put my chopsticks in your butt
If you're around,
I'll take you home
To met my Italian grandma
We'll eat meatballs and ziti
She'll knit you a wool bikini
Mushroom hair girl
fuck me
Ride the zebras back
Holy rolly rolly holy rolly rolly
Shoot my cum on your back
I'm hard as a rock
Mushroom hair girl
I want you
Every single day
Don't let me go home (4x)
Don't let me go home alone
MR. PRESIDENT
Hey Mr. President
The world doesn't revolve around you
Everyone knows your aa
Pompous mutherfucka
And dick Chaney is a violent whore
Dropping bombs in
the third world
To steal 300 billion barrels of oil
You pissed off the towel heads
Fuck the jerks, I'll take Israel instead
Let 'em know I'm the king of the world
Your poverty draft
is working
Thousands more kids are gonna die
When Bush, Powell, Rumsfield and Rice
Decide to roll race-war dice
And base it
On a colossal lie
Hey Mr. President
Every terrorist surely gets their due
But you pushed our country back 200 years
With your paranoid cocaine fears
When all along the terrorist is you
ALPHABET
KIDS
Caffeine boy takes
cigarette girl home (again)
On avenue A she rubs his frozen stone (yup)
By Avenue B her legs are around his neck
She says I want you back
I want you back [2x]
Cigarette girl made
a name for herself
She don't need no caffeine boy to put her on a shelf
He's only gonna get one more night in the sack
But now I want you back
I want you back [2x]
Indeed its good to
have a friend to fuck
But I need a little more then a one-night fuck
We had a good thing -- you and me
Now it's over, don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me (3x)
Caffeine boy was all
full of maybes
Cigarette girl stays home and makes babies
Caffeine man needs his fix
Add some alcohol to the sex
Caffeine boy
Cigarette girl
Caffeine boy
Cigarette girl
AMERICAN
X-PATRIOT
Flip on the lights
Expose the mites
Losing our rights
Everyday
Army is the new fade
Bombs over Baghdad
A killer in gray plaid
Constitution's blight
Sure great to be white [in America]
Power to the people
as Uncle Sam opens our my ass
He pushed my stool up so far, now I got gas [fart sound]
So tell it to General
Ashcroft, he can eat my shit
The media can film it -- we'll throw his head to the snake pit
I'm so proud 3x
To be an American x-patriot
Titanic going down
Grab at the crown
The end is near
I'm staying clear
American democracy
Gives with one hand
Takes with three
It just ain't right
It's time to fight
3x
Power to the people
cause the red white and blue ain't dead
The senate might drop its pants -- and the congress may give it head
But tell those pimps
in Washington -- we're not for sale
You may steal an election - but some day you'll rot jail [3x]
I'm so proud 3x
To be an American
UNDER YOUR UMBRELLA
Can I get under your
umbrella
I really am a nice fella
Wait until I get you home
I'll find new ways
to make you happy
I'll show you pictures of my pappy
I'll put another ruffy in your beer
I'll tie your hands
with a guitar chord
Make you squeal and pray to the lord
O god it feels so
When you give me -- your good-wood
Like I know you should
Now that I'm under
your umbrella
You smell just like Cinderella
And now I know you taste just as good
I'll tie your hands
with a guitar chord
Make you squeal and pray to the lord
O god it feels so
Give me more -- of your good wood
Like I know you would
When the time is right,
I'll open up my heart
You'll own a permanent place in my car
Now I'm your permanent
fella
Lock me up in the cellar
Come down when you need it good and hard
I'll bury my dog bone in your yard
I'll work that skirt - emm -- good and hard
You'll own a permanent space in my heart
LISA
MARY PRESLEY
Her name is Lisa Presley
Her father never impressed me
She slept with Michael Jackson
For a while
They never had any
good sex
Cause Michael likes the same sex
But Lisa wanted a baby
So they did
O fuck Michael through
a plastic sheet
You have to touch me
We'll keep it short and sweet
Bury me with your big black shank
But Michael had a problem --- he was shooting blanks
We'll Michael went
to the doctor
The doctor said hire a whore
The whore carried the baby
For nine months
Now Michael likes
little boys
And Lisa wanted a little girl
Butt Michael got his way
Like Woody Allen got Soon-Yi
O fuck Michael through
a plastic sheet
You have to love me
We'll keep it short and sweet
Bury me with your big black shank
Cause if Elvis were alive -- you'd walk the plank
THE RECORD EXECUTIVE
Well I met this guy
on the Internet
He said he was a record exec
He said he wanted my music
The world is gonna write you a check [kid]
Then he said then
he said gimme 5 grand
Gimme 5 grand gimme 5 grand or you'll go nowhere
Gimme 5 grand gimme 5 fucking grand or you'll go nowhere
Well that didn't sound
like a good deal
So I told him go fuck himself
He kept sending me stupid email
Trying to sell me everything on the shelf
He kept saying, hay
man -- gimme 5 grand
Gimme 5 grand gimme 5 grand and I'll make you a star
Gimme 5 grand gimme 5 fucking grand or you'll go nowhere
He wasn't a guy who
would lay down
He said he was gonna kick my ass
Go ahead just try
it
you fat fuck
I'll come over there and kick your ass
Who the fuck do you think you are trying to rip me off for 5 grand
Come within 10 feet of me and I'll put a knife in your chest
He kept saying, hay
man -- gimme 5 grand
Gimme 5 grand gimme 5 grand and I'll make you a star
Gimme 5 grand gimme 5 grand
so I can rip you off
THE DEATH OF COMMERCIAL RADIO
Driving in my car
I roll the window down
80 channels of shit
Whirling around
Radio is such garbage
It's really such a bore
The record labels piss on it
And DJs are all whores
The death of commercial
radio [3x]
[Shining down on me]
1962
Flowers in their hair
Radio played
What they wanted to hear
Now its commercialism
A Clear Channel takeover
Radio owners know its true
That Big Brother's giving us the royal screw
The death of commercial radio [3x]
[Shining down on me]
lying in the park
I push the needle in
To calm down my nerves
From the universal radio sin
GAY FOR A DAY
Your so round
300 pounds
You eat more cake
And pork pot grounds
Your flub gets in the way
Your fat ass gets in the way
You make me wanna be Gay for a day
You make me wanna be Gay for a day
You're a pig
A big fat pig
You're always in someone's way
Your fat ass is in my way
You make me wanna be Gay for a day
You make me wanna be Gay for a day
I believe you are
what you eat
When I met you, you didn't have that big fat seat
I know how you feel, cause I was once a fatty too
I went on a liquid diet, and now I'm cool
Maybe you should try one too.
You're shit out of
luck
I shot the cook
Cause you got more chins
Than a Chinese phone book
Your flub gets in the way
Your blubber gets in the way
You make me wanna be Gay for a day
You make me wanna be Gay for a day
THE LOLLYPOP MAN
We represent the lollypop
man
In the white house
We try to unfoil
American popular opinion
We'll strangle and uncoil
200 years of psudo-winning
Appointed not elected
We're paid to kiss the presidents ass
In the bowels of the White house
All the President's men pass gas
We represent the lollypop
man
In the white house
We'll find a way
to make voices heard
In the ramble and the flames
Of two buildings coming down, down, down, down
Out on the front line
In the daily paper, and on your TV
Up on the movie screen
Trying to sell me what America should be
But the rhetoric and propaganda
Hit an all time low
They say it's national protection
But what they really want
Is improved stock options
We represent the lollypop
man
In the white house
I'M A CAT
I go meow
I got a white face
And a pink nose
I got a tail
I wage it around
I point my ears
To every sound
I bite your nose
I'll chew your toes
Cause its fun
I chase bugs
I like how they taste
I lick my ass
Then I lick your face
There ain't no disgrace
From my ass to your face
I'm a cat
I go meow
I love my wine
In the morning
I got whiskers
I shit in a sand box
Eat salmon locks
Get off on dirty socks
I wake up after dark
Cause its fun (meow)
I meet my lovers
Out in the back ally
I'll sniff your ass
I'll lick their tail
It makes me dizzy
Like a smooth catnip fizzy
I chase bugs
I like how they taste
I lick my ass
Then I lick your face
I'm a cat
I go
meow
IN YOUR ASS
Everyone's down sometime
I feel fine
All good things come to pass
When I'm pumping your ass
I can't wait to get
knee deep in your butt
When I was with your sister, I knew you were the slut
Always knew I'd get a taste of your sexy ass
I want it more now, and I wanna make it last
Uh-hu
I heard you scream
in the night
That means your good and tight
Don't think I'll ever run out of gas
When I'm pumping your ass [2x]
I yae ya
Uh-hu
I wanna see you again
Till the bitter end
I wanna let you in on something
You're the first ass I've been in
I pray to a magic
Buda
That sends me down some holla holla
I'm in deeper than I think
And my beepers going off
When I'm pumping your
ass
4X
SHE'S ONE GOOD FUCK
I meet her at the
Sunshine Theater, she was alone -- and so was I
I ordered up some buttered popcorn, that's when she caught my eye
She left a trail of corn back to her seat, I followed it like a champion
We both sat down I said "hey, how you doing," she put her hand
on my belt
I pulled out my rocket, she climbed on board, she spit my cum
Back in her cup
Ooh-ooh, she's one good fuck
I called her up on
her cell phone; she was walking up Broadway
Hey babe, how you doing? Is all I could think to say
I said lets meet on the third floor of Barnes & Noble
We'll both have cookies and cream
Instead she led me by the hand into the poetry section
For afternoon whoopee
She lifted her skirt; I slid my cock inside
She wiped up the puddle with a book
Ooh-ooh, she's one good fuck
Now we live together,
got a one bedroom on 59th
The sex just gets better and better, every day & night
You'd think that over time we'd get tired of each other
The fact is we fuck at great lengths
Like just the other day, while we were shopping in k-mart
We fucked in a tent
Shoppers passing, in the camping section
Say, "I guess some guys have all the luck"
Ooh-ooh, she's one good fuck
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