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Faith No More "Evidence"

If you want to open your hole
Just put your head down and go
Step beside the piece of the circumstance
Got to wash away the taste of evidence
Wash it away(evidence)
I didn't feel a thing
It didn't mean a thing
Look in the eye and testify:
I didn't feel a thing
Anything you say, we know you're guilty
Hands above your head,
and you won't even feel me
You won't feel me
Faith No More- "The Gentle Art Of Marking Enemies"

The words are so familiar-
All the same greats, the same mistakes
It doesn't have to be like this.
If you don't make a friend, now
One might make you-
So learn
The gentle art of making enemies
Don't look so surprised
Happy birthday...Fucker
Blow that candle out,
We're gonnaa kick you
[Don't say you're not because you are]
[Don't say you're not because you are]
[History tells us that you are]
[History tells us that you are]
All you need is just one more excuse
You put up one hell of a fight
I wanna hear your very best excuse
Never felt this much alive
Your day has finally come -
So wear the hat and do the dance
And let the suit keep wearing you.
This year you'll sit and take it
And you will like it -
It's the gentle art of making enemies
I deserve a reward
Cuz I'm the best fuck that you ever had
And if I tighten up my hole -
You may never see the light again
[There's always an easy way out]
[There's always an easy way out]
[You need something wet in your mouth]
[You need something wet in your mouth]
Never felt this much alive
"Squeeze Me Macaroni" -- Mr Bungle

I wanna lock Betty Crocker in the kitchen
And knock her upper during supper
Clutter up her butter gutter
Hostess Ding Dong wrapped an eggroll around my wong
While Dolly Madison proceded to ping my pong
Your Milky Way is M'n'M in your britches
And I'll tell you Baby Ruth it looks mighty delicious
Keep blowing my gum, cuz here I come
I'm gonna get you all sticky with my Bubble Yum

Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby

I was givin' some head to some french bread
It was a four course orgy on the spread of my bed
French kissin' french fries in my Fruit of the Looms
I get deeper penetration with a fork and a spoon

I got yogurt meat loaf smeared all over my ass
I stick my weiner in two buns and and then give it the gas
Sour cream from my spleen into Levi jeans
Gonna bust the seams with my refried beans

Ronald McDonald just loves to be fondled
With Big Mac he'll fuck it like a Chicken McNugget
Colonel Sanders wants to goose Granny's loose caboose
He's gonna give her a boost with that Kentucky fried juice
Sooper doop poop scoop, loop de loop, chicken coop
Shoot some hoop, top sirloin from the groin
Topped with dick cheese, sneeze, wheeze,
From the skeez disease, wooi!

Take a dump, baby, squirt some gravy
Pour some sugar on me, honey, make it brown & runny
Give a little Flavor Flav, back from the grave
Gonna burn some toast, pump some humpin' rump roast

Knick knack paddywhack, jump in the sack, in fact
Jerk the smack and crack Jack from the back
Bananarama or ramabanana
Fuckin' Barry Manilow on the Copa Cabana

Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna

You gotta syphon the spinach, you gotta cream the corn
Sperm scrambles the eggs and a meal is born
Cookin' like a beginner, but I'm goin' up in her
I had Fritos for lunch I'm havin' bush for dinner
Chef Boyardee and the Three Muskateers
Shove Charleston Chews in their rears like queers
"Holy moly, guacamole!" said my Chips Ahoy
I'm gonna pinch a ravioli on the Pillsbury dough boy

Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a boner, baby

We came to pottie...we came to pottie down your throat
Omg, I never liked Mr. Bungle.
Saw them in 2001 @ the Sno Core tour....I disliked it so much.
Patton side projects are an acquired taste.

Download their later shit its good for a laugh at least.
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Patton side projects are an acquired taste.

Download their later shit its good for a laugh at least.


I didn't even like that other band he put together---- I forgot the name of them.....
Fantomas!!!! I saw them open for Tool...it was HORRIBLE. I had to walk out of the seating area at msg to not hear it.
7. Rosemary's Baby -- Fantomas

La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la, la la la la la la la la la la,
La la la, la la la la la la la la la la,
La la la, la la la la la la la la la la la,
La la la, la la, la la, la la
La la la, la la la la la la la la la la la,
La la la, la la la la la la la la la,
La la la, la la la la la la la la la la la,

What, have they done to its eyes?!
What, have they done to its eyes?!
What, have they done to its eyes?!

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How can you not like this? :lol::lol:

I guess I'm just a nutcase cause I was jamming to this on the way home from work yesterday.
You are a nutcase :lol:

I honestly could not stand listening to that...... :exorcist:
How bout Tomahawk???
Patton is a genius...


Jockstrap

Jockstrap. You rap.
G-string. I sing.
Jockstrap. You rap.
G-string. I sing.
Step right up, place your bet
Steeplechase, notice me
I need skin for dancin' in
You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch
High in the saddle
Make my backbone itch
And my tongue will train ya
Like a lash from a whip
I'm here, take a bow
And my tongue will feed ya
Like a lash from a whip
And i'll give you cuts
I won't need you to spit
And if you can't touch my cradle
How do you win?
Because baby, no one's shamed particularly
I dont beat you
But you can stop spreading horse shit
'Cause I'm here to take your fall
I need skin for dancin' in
I know, stop me
Send in the show
I came sharp, clean, smoking
I need you to
Watch me, watch them, watch the future
'Cause I won't hold your pan for you
I pull (teeth?), pull with your might
I'm back, push that geezer for me
Can't you
Can't you level with him?
Catch me
Behind the scene
Hello, you're nice
Better delays
To laugh the days
Know what?
You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch
High in the saddle
I've got the hard-on itch
And I'll buck you off my trailor hitch
And I'll break your fall
Jockstrap. You rap.
G-string. I sing.
You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch
High in the saddle
Make my backbone itch
And I'll buck you off my trailor hitch
And I'm here to break your fall
I honestly don't think I've heard Tomahawk....