The New Adventures of Pinocchio (1999)

Actors

• Chris Bearne (actor)
• Marco Bezancon (actor)
• Marco Bezancon (actor)
• Pascal Boffy (actor)
• Alain Brizzi (actor)
• Thiry Christophe (actor)
• Kelvin Cook (actor)
• Warwick Davis (actor)
• Warwick Davis (actor)
• Yves de Groelard (actor)
• Charly Durlacher (actor)
• Mohamed El Balti (actor)
• Patrick Hastert (actor)
• Christopher Holden (actor)
• Roland Backendorf (actor)

Genres

• Family
• Fantasy

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Swordfish - The Dead Milkmen
• Swordfish - Dead Milkmen
• Swordfish - Ill Bill
• Swordfish - Pumpkinhead

Some people believe in astrology
Others believe in technology
Some people believe in all those "ologies"
But I believe in swordfish
He believes in swordfish
I believe in Happy Days
I believe in Joanie Loves Crotchie
I believe in all that TV crap
And I believe in swordfish
He believes in swordfish
Came up from the ghetto with the help of my stiletto
Every day I hear the people groan:
Why should we buy postage stamps?
We can make our own
We may be doing something wrong
We could be running a little too long
I guess we better end this song
I say I believe in swordfish
He believes in swordfish

Some people believe in astrology
Others believe in technology
Some people believe in all those "ologies"
But I believe in swordfish
He believes in swordfish
I believe in Happy Days
I believe in Joanie Loves Crotchie
I believe in all that TV crap
And I believe in swordfish
He believes in swordfish
Came up from the ghetto with the help of my stiletto
Every day I hear the people groan:
Why should we buy postage stamps?
We can make our own
We maybe doing something wrong
We could be running a little too long
I guess we better end this song
I say I believe in swordfish

[Verse 1]
Killing snakes that sidewind
Tripping on Jakes & Drive-Bys
Walk around high
Sniffing a Thai eighth and five lines
Five nines, hit you five times
I'll rise from the grave seven days after I die to spit flames
Spit fireballs, spit volcanoes
Spit molotovs at popstars, exploding bombs under cop cars
Arms dealers that I met I bought nerve gas and laser rifles
They CIA they take they names from the Bible
Jesus specialised in chemical weapons and bio-robotics
Met him in Cairo he was chilling with this guy Mohammed
Ex-PLO Honcho, that went AWOL
He sold black market organs at the CIA store
They introduced me to they bro Moses
Pulled out an eightball of that Grade-A shit, and froze noses
Then they told me bout Ish and Isaac
Two brothers, one was telekinetic, the other psychic
They was after me, they was asking mad questions
Jesus tells me he suspects they were hired by the Russians
I always thought that they was cousins
Who gives a fuck? fuck them faggots, when I see them I'ma buck them
[Hook] X2
It's a hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing
Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing
Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits
it's real, Swiss bank acounts and terrorists
[Verse 2]
Blowing up buildings like Tyler Durden
My minds perverted
Eight women orgies, these congressmens wives are dirty
Extroverted like Wild Wild West strippers
And death lifts us, to higher levels
I hire devils to kill other devils
I the funds expensive? never any troubles
Shoot outs because of my Uncle, Forever bubble
Bombed the airport, jetted in the cherry red Porsche
Catching head from this whore, that I met at the store
Jesus had the Lamborghini and that bitch from Tahiti
That liked to swallow ecstacy and sip some Martini
A disturbed past, involving all types of terrorism
I know how to dispense nerve gas through televisions
Tera Patrick and Adriana Sage
Undercover FBI agents that look great, and give fanastic brains
Adriana Gave me a platinum chain
A mercenary in this savage game, I Skyjacked the plane
[Hook X2]
[Verse 3]
Assasins get fazed, thrown in stealth planes
Exploding death pays, it's gangsta
You fucking faggots know the next phase
You'll get your dome X-rayed
Kidnap you like los pepes
'Til the chrome Tec spray
You get pussy, I own sex slaves
It's God's will, fuck with me you get shot and killed
Chopped into pieces and stuffed in the trunk of a Bonneville
Globetrot, smoke pot, with bitches that so hot
They go to the Grammys wearing a see through dress and no bra
No panties, fuck with me I'll kill your whole family
Cyanide now or later she choking on candy
I choreographed the goriest massacres
Bizzary to Africa
No story is graphic-er

[Pumpkinhead]
Yo, Marco turn my head.. what the hell?!
Yo, the beat's backward dawg
Marco, put down that cigarette man
Put it forwards, let's go
Aight, that's what I'm talkin about, yeah
Uh-huh, it's Pumpkinhead
Marco Polo on the beat
En garde, draw your weapon, put it to a test
I'm a swordfish that'll carve a P on your chest
I shit on rookies and pee on the best
Do it to +Def+ like +Mos+ did, when he had no kids
And I refuse to lose my hunger, I'll eat 'til I get so
It'll look like I got no ribs
I'm not scurred of these thugs that bust blank shots
like they don't jizz
Fo' shizz, half of you asswipes don't know what dope is
Here's the prime example, exhibit A
I collide a candle just by rhymin at you, so I spit
away
Spit split wigs not a barber but I give a fade like
scissor blades
Lyrics spray and ricochet off your frickin face
I'm in the place like I just got reprimanded
So strong when I give pounds dudes get mad cause I'm
heavy handed
This is high powered full voltage tilt the meter
From a swordfish that'll poke a hole in your speaker
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Can you catch it got it caught it can you spit it hot
retarded
Can you flip it back and forth, rip a track in half and
toss it
Do it 'til there's no one left, from the stage to the
office
You a guppy in hot water duelin with a pair of
swordfish
[Pumpkinhead]
My introduction to this game, was on an independent
And I rocked shows even with 20 people in attendance
I'm the truest essence of a secret weapon
I can freak a sentence with a speech impediment, and
still teach a lesson
Third album, so this just might be the charm
Timed out songs, so it just might be the bomb
Matter of fact, I'ma stop spittin cause I got the title
Now introducin to you the big homey Archrival
[Archrival]
I'm 'bout to take like a stick-up
The fame from these lames that bitch up
Disdained cause the way they spit sucks
Said ain't Rival's blame they mixed up
I'm changin the game from this juncture
Claimin this lane when piss drunk
I'd rather be strange
cause it's just insane to brave in scriptures
Shit man I dare you to picture me bein plain
When I spit the deranged phrases
I think of serrated aimings that hit ya
To maim and aid in ya disappearance
You claim you don't miss but plain as day
is they'll miss ya before your grave can be filled up
But pal it ain't gonna fit ya; trust and believe
I treat the studio like I treat your girl, I bust and I
leave
It's must that I lead it's somethin to see I'm
destructin the feed
Of every radio station that's corruptin the seeds
I'ma cut 'til they bleed, make 'em suffer a slow death
And leave 'em questionin how I can spit half a verse in
a breath
A diety in the flesh you seein me is the last
and probable episode I'm sick of bein the best
[Chorus]
[Pumpkinhead]
Yeah, it's Pumpkinhead
Archrival, Marco Polo
On this fire beat yo Marco man this beat is crazy
I don't think heads out there is ready..
Yo Marco man, see I'm just
I'm I'm tryin to give you a compliment
And you gon' put the beat backwards again
You see you play too much man, you Canadians damnit