• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• White Girl With A Nigger - David Alan Coe
• Out Of Touch - Daryl Hall & John Oates
• Love Will Survive - Donny Osmond
• Desperado Outlaws - C Bo
• Pipebomb On Lansdowne - Dropkick Murphys
• Hip Hop And Honky Tonk - Cledus T. Judd
• Oprah - Doug Anthony All Stars

Nigger Fucker by David Allen Coe
Play very countrified and redneck as you can!
(notes c,d,e,f)
Intro: (C walk up to the F)/F.../C.../G.../C...
C F
She said someday I'd understand what love was all about.
C G
She said I could have the kids, she was moving out.
C F
Said she finally found a man who's dick was so much bigger.
C G C
Then that scumbag motherfucker ran off with a nigger.
F C
And to think I'd ate the pussy where that big black dick had been.
F C G
And kissed the lips that sucked him off time and time again.
C F
It's enough to make a man throw up. It sure is hard to figure
C G C
how any decent girl ever fuck a crazy nigger.
C F
He treated her just like a queen. She gave him all of my money
C G
It looks like the joke's on me, but I don't think it's funny.
C F
That pussy ain't worth paying for as far as I can figure.
C G C
Because there's nothing quite as worthless as a white girl with a nigger.
F C
And to think I'd ate the pussy where that big black dick had been.
F C G
And kissed the lips that sucked him off time and time again.
C F
It's enough to make a man throw up. It sure is hard to figure
C G C
How any decent girl ever fuck a God damned nigger.
F C G C GC
So for all you nigger-loving whores, this song is just for you.

(Springfield)
I know what you're doing
You don't want to put the hurt on someone
You've been trying to convince yourself
You're better off if you just turn and run
But I'm gonna hold on tight
I've got a feeling
You'll only happen once to me
And no one, not even you
Is ever gonna make you wrong for me
Don't walk sway
Or are you looking for a price to pay
Is that your master plan
Don't walk away
I'll do everything to make you stay
I've got to make a stand
Don't walk away
I'm not afraid
Don't walk away
I don't know where you're going
But I know what you've got on your mind
And I think your fear is showing
You don't leave things like fear behind
And I hate to be the one
To break it to you that
We're only human after all
I can mend a broken wing
I'll give you everything I have
Don't walk away
Or are you looking for a price to pay
Is that your master plan
Don't walk away
I'll do everything to make you stay
I've got to make a stand
Don't Walk Away
I'm not afraid
Don't walk away
You used to be the one
Who used to be so strong
What happened to your rationale
Your heart is on the line
It happens all the time
Don't walk away
Or are you looking for a price to pay
Is that your master plan
Don't walk away
I'll do everything to make you stay
I've got to make a stand
Don't walk away
I'm not afraid
Don't walk away...

(Springfield)
I know all your life you wondered
About that step we all take alone
How far does the spirit travel on the journey
You must surely be near heaven
And it thrills me to the bone
To know Daddy knows the great unknown...

Ballin in a 600SL
drop top with the fat V12
Money hella-long, smoke blunts not a bong
Niggas can't fuck cos I crunch em like Kong
I be deadly as The Predator
My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread ya, and behead ya
Pistol wieghs a tonne, bullets come like a guillotine
Poisonous tips hit and explode thru the war scene
Like morphine and heroin, I'm the shit
Every dope fiend needs a hit
Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit
to take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks
I'm the neighbourhood's drama, dead man's trauma like O-Dogg
and Kane, I'm loc to the brain, got the afro
padded, fully automatic decrease the statics
Two fingers spreaded, hittin em up and let em have it
Chorus:
Desperado outlaws thru the dirt
Sendin BG's blastin, puttin men to work
Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets
Goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat
*repeat*
Murder, murder, kill, kill
California's the state where most caps get peeled
back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher
Three strike law got us livin under pressure
Know he wanna take mine, hand on his waistline
Side of his spine I get to dumpin with the Tek 9
Got his back smokin, crack that ass open
Bullet holes the size of a token
Got his ass chokin on piss and blood
Crooked ass piggies don't get no love, uhh
Life or death, a .4-5 Smith & Wess
I had that nappy-headed ass stretched
If you try to dack me in my neighbourhood, I'm dumpin
And ya best ta run cos my BGz is comin
Clips full of teflons, loc'd out and crazy
and they won't stop til you're pushin up daisies, uhh
Chorus
Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture
Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture
You don't wanna see me in my beanie wit my locs on
Ol' school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my smoke on
.4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin
Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman
Bates, no trace, no murder case
Innocent like OJ
House niggas get scoped by the revolution shooters
Fuck *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper
Cos he wanna send all niggas to the pen
Thinkin that they fucked but Gz don't bend
Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a dick
and fuck John Green, for bein prejudiced
Never liked rap, and did a nigga from a scrap
Yea me to the max, but I'm back, piggies

It's Friday night and the street's filled with freaks, come watch as the useless flock to the beat
Of the techno noise that enhances their high, a bombs gonna blow and I think you know why!
Everybody's running out, bodies hit the ground, you'd better take cover
It's a pipebomb on lansdowne street
There's no room for dancing on your precious floors, cause you've got to save space for the jocks and whores
You say that our shows are for violent thugs, but we're not the ones on designer drugs
It's not a bunch of little kids we're out to harm and maim, so maim
So make sure the night you hurl the pipe there's no baseball game
Look for flyers, check the phoenix, are there any decent shows, if Keith Bennett isn't working
Then the bomb is good to go.

Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC)
Hey hoe come on lets go
Well I was born a country boy
Raised on Haggard and Strait
She was born in da hood
She sure looks good
And she thinks rap is great
So we meet in the middle
Beat box and a fiddle
Together were bad to the bone
Now I'm clogging to Snoop Doggy Dogg
And she's break dancing to Jones
Its hip hop and honky tonk
We can bust a move to a funky groove
Or a hardcore country song
Come on let's throw down
Gonna have a hoedown
Party all night long
Its hip hop and honky tonk
From outlaw country to gangsta rap
Together we's riding home
From Soul Train to Shania Twain
Wes got it going on
Yippie yi yo look at her go
Mama really knocks me out
From Jo Dee Messina to funky cold medina
That's what its all about
It's hip hop and honky tonk
We can bust a move to a funky groove
Or a hardcore country song
Come on lets throw down
Gonna have a hoedown
Party all night long
Its hip hop and honky tonk
Oh we loves the man attraction
any ole dance will do
We like all the Jacksons
Janet, Michael, Tito, Stonewall, Jessie, Reggie, Alan too
Its hip hop and honky tonk
We can bust a move to a funky groove
Or a hardcore country song
Come on lets throw down
Gonna have a hoe down
Party all night long
Its hip hop and honky tonk
Its hip hop and honky tonk
Yeah I wanna send out a holler out
To my home boys down there at the
Scully Mully clean up shop
Ya know nails, and crumbling, and woo bow hair
Ya know I love you

We're talking to a blind cripple woman with a hairy back
who claims to be be Michael Jackson's only secret friend
We'll take a break and be back in 3
1, 2, 3
Phil Donahue, we love you
Sally Jesse Raphael, the southern bell is oh so swell
but hope for a gun, hope for a gun
Hope for a gun just to kill, kill, kill, kill
Hope for a gun, Hope for a gun,
Hope for a gun just to kill Oprah Winfrey
Be yourself, be yourself
My name is Caroline of North, I'm from Noth Carolina!
(Be yourself)
I don't know how many of you know this but even
as I speak I'm being sodomised by a ghost
(let her finish)
In my previous existence I was queen Nepatiti of Egypt
(me too, me too)
and at the moment I'm a member of the church of latta day channelers
And I'd just like to say
That there ought to be a law against you shooting off your mouth
I don't invite you in but you still get into my house
You've got the world upon your shoulders, and the weight upon your mind
Tell you something Oprah Winfrey,
there's more weight on your Bee...
Hope for a gun, hope for a gun
Hope for a gun just to kill, kill, kill, kill
Hope for a gun, Hope for a gun,
Hope for a gun just to kill Oprah Winfrey
Oprah Winfrey is the fattest most powerful woman on the planet earth
It takes the entire guana canal and three cans of sweet belts to feed =
oprah
every day
Oprah Winfrey, you are the Gross National Product.
I'll get my guns and ammo, cruise down through L.A.
Ask you for your autograph then blow you away
BLAM BLAM BLAM
When the cops pick me up and take me to the station
I'll tell them very simply that I did it for the nation
And, there's a reason for my plan, something that they do not know
I'll sell the story of my life and guest star on Hiraldo
Oprah, Oprah, I want to, turn you off!
BAHHHHH!