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I Got The Sauce
04:05
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I got the sauce
Hell yes, I do
No time to walk around taking your no-good IOU’s
I got the sauce
No telling how
Cause I’m lighting up your skyline with my fat eight-figure smile
I tried your ways
Soaked up the sun
And I found the instant surefire way to get mine so you get none
I got it now
The money shot
You’re no good, nothing, keeps reminding me of everything you’re not
So let me explain the fine details
Sign yourself on the dotted line
At least I’ve got it in writing
I’m winning all the time
I got the sauce
Hell yes, I do
And I’m glad my inner circle don’t accept the trash like you
Hell yes, I do
The magic touch
And I would tell you the whole story but I didn’t try that much
I got the sauce
Hell yes, I do
No time to walk around taking your no-good IOU’s
I got the sauce
No telling how
Cause I’m lighting up your skyline with my fat eight-figure smile
Let me give you a minute (oooooo, sauce!)
Alright, I’m back
I gave you time for your little brain to comprehend where I am at
The special sauce
The recipe
Wallet way too thick and all the paper’s basil green
One hundred dollar bills
Well, that’s my low-cost serviette
Now let me spell it out for you
So you low lives don’t forget
(One, two, three)
(Stay with me)
I got the sauce
Hell yes, I do
No time to walk around taking your bullshit IOU’s
I got the sauce
No telling how
Cause I’m lighting up your skyline with my fat eight-figure smile
I got the sauce
Hell yes, I do
No time to walk around taking your no-good IOU’s
I got the sauce
No telling how
Cause I’m lighting up your skyline with my fat eight-figure smile
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I didn’t expect to feel this way
But now my honour’s been slayed
Everything is wrapped in a haze
And every thought I have is a maze
I know that every dog has his day
But in my heart, I know I smell some foul play
No, that dough ain’t right
The scent of a liar in the fight
No, I see no friends
Just a foe who ain’t a man
Cause you mixed something in
I saw you late last night
In your garden after dark
Should’ve known you’re up to no good
Picked something you could’ve left behind
I know what you’ve been up to
And you accused me of never staying true
No, that dough ain’t right
The scent of a liar in the fight
No, I see no friends
Just a foe who ain’t a man
Cause you mixed something in
(Cause you mixed something in)
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Primavera
03:41
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Woke up this morning, sun beating bright
We both slept soundly all through the night
I didn’t know what we had in store
When I opened our daughter’s door
Primavera was not in her bed
There were footprints that muddied the floor
Abnormally large, they led to her open window
Have you seen this face?
Blonde curly hair, about 4’5”
Have you seen the smile that’s lit up our lives for so long?
Primavera, oh
Who would’ve done such a horrible deed?
And what would he want with our daughter so sweet?
Take all these posters and study them hard
And put them on every boulevard
Primavera was snatched in the night
The signs of a struggle remain
Whatever it takes, we need justice for Primavera!
Have you seen this face?
Blonde curly hair, about 4’5”
Have you seen the smile that’s lit up our lives for so long?
Primavera, oh
Have you seen the smile that’s lit up our lives for so long?
Primavera, oh
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4. |
Bald Backpacker Man
04:24
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Subject to exchange, little formalities hidden
Waiting on a response just to talk with someone
Calculate approach, bag is packed for adventure
What you say just to hear the sound of your own voice
He don’t need no reason for it
And you can’t ignore his greatness
He don’t need no reason for it
Only one way to explain it
Because he’s a bald backpacker man
Yes, he’s a bald backpacker man
And you’re never going to reach his Fahrenheit
You’re the source of inspiration
We don’t deserve you
Bald backpack man
Told us about your tall friend: supermarket cashier with a weight of 28 stone
Could lift a tractor on his own
Took a trip to Madrid, told us twice that you did
Sunburn on your bald head
140 amazing things that you said
He don’t need no reason for it
And you can’t ignore his greatness
He don’t need no reason for it
Only one way to explain it
Bald backpacker man
Yes, he’s a bald backpacker man
And you’re never going to reach his Fahrenheit
You’re the source of inspiration
We don’t deserve you
Bald backpack man
Because he’s a bald backpacker man
Yes, he’s a bald backpacker man
And you’re never going to reach his Fahrenheit
You’re the source of inspiration
We don’t deserve you
Bald backpack man
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Butterfist Funhouse Winnipeg, Manitoba
Is cannibalism funny to you?
CURRENT MEMBERS:
NATE
JACOBUCCI
WILL POPS
JOE PROULX
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HONORARY MEMBERS:
GRANT PROSSER
JEREMY RUSU
NICK SCHELLENBERG
CLARK SYDOR
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