Delhi Safari (2012)

Actors

• Sanjay Mishra (actor)
• Joe Ochman (actor)
• Jason Alexander (actor)
• Prem Chopra (actor)
• Carlos Alazraqui (actor)
• Christopher Lloyd (actor)
• Cary Elwes (actor)
• Cary Elwes (actor)
• Brad Garrett (actor)
• Brian George (actor)
• Govinda (actor)
• Boman Irani (actor)
• Tom Kenny (actor)
• Lex Lang (actor)
• Sunil Shetty (actor)

Genres

• Animation

Post Fracas (2011)

Actors

• Michael Bennett Smith (actor)
• Xander Robin (writer)
• Xander Robin (director)
• Lanny Thomas (actor)
• Logan Rees (editor)
• Ricky Rose (producer)
• Zac Pullam (actor)
• Julie Moss (actress)
• Jamie Doyle (actor)
• Mackenzie McBride (actress)
• Bryce Bochan (actor)
• David Menchise (actor)

Genres

• Comedy
• Drama
• Family
• Short

Futter (1996)

Actors

• Carsten Strauch (actor)
• Carsten Strauch (writer)
• Carsten Strauch (director)
• Stefan Steinau (actor)
• Stefan Steinau (actor)
• Enrico Corsano (composer)

Genres

• Animation
• Short

The Wild Dakotas (1956)

Actors

• Holbrook N. Todd (editor)
• Iron Eyes Cody (actor)
• Jim Davis (actor)
• Sigmund Neufeld (director)
• Sam Newfield (director)
• Wally Brown (actor)
• William Henry (actor)
• I. Stanford Jolley (actor)
• Dickie Jones (actor)
• John Litel (actor)
• John Miljan (actor)
• Bill Williams (actor)
• Chief Yowlachie (actor)
• Coleen Gray (actress)
• Sigmund Neufeld (producer)

Genres

• Western

Taglines:

Land of Treachery!
INDIAN SAVAGERY...Sworn To Massacre On The Terror Trail To Powder River Valley!

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Antelope - Dirty Heads
• Antelope - Antelope

Well my hat brim might be
Worn a little to low, you're too slow
What the fuck do you really think you know
I do so and every rhyme that I spit is just so crucial
Like Metamucil I kill some rhymes that I'm used to
You park so high and mighty
But I'm not mighty high Duddy smoke you out with weed
And leave your mouth fucking dry
Cuz some of them rappin clappin laughin always beer
Tapping fuckin' dorkette slapping be ridiculous at how I'm trippin dis
All I'm thinking is this is the best mc that can you can find
I shine like some moon light
Through the pine yo and even if you were wine I'd still stay dope up with
my line
Well if you generally irie
Then roll with the style the an' Duddy's smoking cali green
Leaf till I die B leave me alone when I'm chilling
In my home yo I'm smooth like a Schwinn and I shine
Like the chrome of its fender remember this microphone
Defender return your shit to sender cuz no one wants
To hear it yo your lyrics are weak and yes your spirit's
Meek and you an ignorant mother fucker yes it shows when you speak
You reek of disappointment
Your rhymes need some ointment
The crowd at your shows always laughing and pointin
Leave and blew it my boy has been groovin
And I'm still back stage just smokin and boozin
Confusing the sets save the best for my choosing
I'm choosin the rest so you're losin
Well don't forget about the down and dirty southern Cali flow
Just open up the melody and let the rhythm go
I'm hoofing up the track just like a bouncing antelope
And soften up your skull just like a ripened cantaloupe
Because the west (West)
Coast (Coast)
Knows how to kill it and yo and y'all (Y'all)
Know (Know)
When its time to feel it yo we make it right (Make it right)
So we up all night (Up all night)
Until its tight (Until its tight)
Until its tight (Until its tight)
A bohemian rhapsody, these syllables after me, with lyrical chastity
And verbally blasphemy, the illest we have to be with musical masterpiece
So come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me
So come on and clap with me
Just come on and clap with me
So come on and clap with me
Yo just come on and clap with me
Once upon a time in the neighborhood
There was a little dirty boy that was up to no good
He had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand
He had a dirty ass head from the beach and the sand
He said I just got out of the water and I'm late for school
I asked Duddy to skip and he said "That's cool"
So we went to the liquor store got ourselves some magnum
Rollin' down the street ya you know we brown bagged them
With the 50s on top and the 20s on bottom said
We rollin' through my hood yeah you know we got 'em
Sucker mcs wanna battle me but that's okay I tell 'em don't fuck
Around because we don't play
I sang rock out with my cock out I got balls of steel
Hear me clanking down the street like a bag of beer
Said the dance off session gonna start right here
Duddy B grab the wheel cuz I can't steer
You got 20 inch rims and they spinnin' when you stop
Said I don't give a fuck, kill it when the beat drops
Cuz that's what I respect to all you knuckle heads and
Derelicts just jammin' down the sound with the syllables
And intellect, maybe not the intellect but syllables
Are clean and I leave you in the desert with an empty
Canteen while I'd be rippin trojan
In the Galapagos and I'd be pickin foes like I'd
Be pickin the fro, and all you chicken head hos that

hidden in the skull, lightning head
you come colourful left unsaid
apertures encircling red
what's immoveable playing dead
move to hollow you, eyes unwind
i can turn into broken lines
patterns show a mind's design
hurts to untie you, stuck in time