15 luglio 2009

Preparatevi per stasera

Imparate le parole di queste canzoni così farete distrarre ED sulla salita e potrete arrivargli davanti...

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BOB ha detto...

Nuoooo!!!... i filtri in ufficio non mi permettono di vedere...
Spiedo: dimmi i titoli, così cerco i testi

spiedo ha detto...

Dick in the Box
Jizz in my Pants
I'm On a Boat
Lazy Sunday
Punch you in the Jeans

spiedo ha detto...

Hey girl, I got somethin' real important to give you
So just sit down and listen
Girl you know we've been together such a long, long time (such a long time)
And now I'm ready to lay it on the line
(Wooow) You know it's Christmas and my heart is open wide (open wide)
Gonna give you something so you know what's on my mind (what is on my mind)
A gift real special, so take off the top
Take a look inside -- it's my dick in a box (it's in a box)
Not gonna get you a diamond ring
That sort of gift don't mean anything
Not gonna get you a fancy car
Girl ya gotta know you're my shining star
Not gonna get you a house in the hills
A girl like you needs somethin' real
Wanna get you somethin' from the heart
Somethin' special girl
It's my dick in a box, my dick in a box girl
It's my dick in a box, my dick in a box girl
See I'm wise enough to know when a gift needs givin' (girl)
And I got just the one, somethin' to show ya that you are second to none
To all the fellas out there with ladies to impress
It's easy to do just follow these steps
1: Cut a hole in a box
2: Put your junk in that box
3: Make her open the box
And that's the way you do it
It's my dick in a box...my dick in a box girl
It's my dick in a box, my dick in a box girl
Christmas; dick in a box
Hanukkah; dick in a box
Kwanzaa; a dick in a box
Every single holiday a dick in a box
Over at your parent's house a dick in a box
Mid day at the grocery store a dick in a box
Backstage at the CMA's a dick in a box (yeah-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow)
A dick in a box, a dick in a box, a dick in a box...

spiedo ha detto...

Lock eyes from acros?s the room
Down my drink? while? the rhyth?ms boom
Take your hand and skip the names?
No need here for the silly? games?
Make our way throu?gh the smoke? and crowd?
The club is the sky and I'm on your cloud?
Move in close? as the laser?s fly
Our bodie?s touch? and the angel?s cry
Leave? this place? go back to yours?
Our lips first? touch? outsi?de your doors?
A whole? night? what we've? got in store?
Whisp?er in my ear that you want some more
And I

Jizz in my pants?

This reall?y never? happe?ns you can take my word
I won't? apolo?gize, ? that'?s just absur?d
Mainl?y your fault? from the way that you dance?
And now I

Jizz in my pants?

Don't? tell your frien?ds or I'll say your a slut
Plus it's your fault?, ? you were rubbi?ng my butt
I'm very sensi?tive, ? some would? say that'?s a plus

Now I'll go home and chang?e

(?jorma?)? I need a few thing?s from the groce?ry
Do thing?s alone? now mostl?y
Left me heart? broke?n not looki?n' for love
Surpr?ised in my eyes when I looke?d above?
The check? out count?er and I saw a face
My heart? stood? still? so did time and space?
Never? felt that I could? feel real again?
But the look in her eyes said I need a frien?d
She turne?d to me that'?s when she said it
Looke?d me dead in the face, ? asked? "cash? or credi?t?"
And I

Jizze?d in my pants?

It's perfe?ctly norma?l, ? nothi?ng wrong? with me
But we're? going? to need a clean? up on aisle? 3
And now I'm posed? in an awkwa?rd stanc?e becau?se I

Jizze?d in my pants?

To be fair you were flirt?ing a lot
Plus the way you bag cans got me bothe?red and hot
Pleas?e stop actin?g like you'r?e not impre?ssed
One more thing?, ? I'm gonna? pay by check?

Last week - I saw a film
As I recal?l it was a horro?r film
Walke?d outsi?de into the rain
Check?ed my phone? and saw you rang and I

Jizze?d in my pants?

(?jorma?)?speed?ing down the stree?t when the red light?s flash?
Need to get away need to make a dash
A song comes? on that remin?ds me of you and I

Jizz in my pants?

(?andy)? the next day my alarm? goes off and I

Jizz in my pants?

Open my windo?w and a breez?e rolls? in and I

Jizz in my pants?

When bruce? willi?s was dead at the end of sixth? sense? I

Jizze?d in my pants?

I just ate a grape? and I

Jizze?d... in... ?my pants?

Jizze?d... in... ?my pants?

Ok serio?usly you guys can we... ok?...

I jizz right? in my pants? every? time you'r?e next to me
And when we're? holdi?ng hands? it's like havin?g sex with me
You say I'm prema?ture I just call it ecsta?sy
I wear a rubbe?r at all times? it's a neces?sity

Cuz I

Jizz... ?in... my? pants?

(I jizz in my pants?, ? I jizz in my pants?, ? yes I jizz in my pants?, ? yes I jizz in my pants?)?
Yes I jizz... ?in... my? pants?
(I jizz in my pants? (?akiva! ?)?, ? I jizz in my pants?)?

spiedo ha detto...

Aww shit, get your towels ready it's about to go down (shorty, yeah)
Everybody in the place hit the fucking deck (shorty, yeah)
But stay on your motherfucking toes
We running this, let's go

I'm on a boat (I'm on a boat)
I'm on a boat (I'm on a boat)
Everybody look at me 'cause I'm sailing on a boat (sailing on a boat)
I'm on a boat (I'm on a boat)
I'm on a boat
Take a good hard look at the motherfucking boat (boat, yeah)

I'm on a boat motherfucker take a look at me
Straight flowing on a boat on the deep blue sea
Busting five knots, wind whipping out my coat
You can't stop me motherfucker cause I'm on a boat

Take a picture, trick (trick)
I'm on a boat, bitch (bitch)
We drinking Santana champ,
Cause it's so crisp (crisp)
I got my swim trunks
And my flippie-floppies
I'm flipping burgers, you at Kinko's
Straight flipping copies

I'm riding on a dolphin, doing flips and shit
The dolphin's splashing, getting everybody all wet
But this ain't Seaworld, this is real as it gets
I'm on a boat, motherfucker, don't you ever forget

I'm on a boat and
It's going fast and
I got a nautical themed
pashmina afghan
[ The Lonely Island Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
I'm the king of the world
On a boat like Leo
If you're on the shore,
then you're sure not me-oh

Get the fuck up, this boat is REAL!!!

Fuck land, I'm on a boat, motherfucker (motherfucker)
Fuck trees, I climb buoys, motherfucker (motherfucker)
I'm on the deck with my boys, motherfucker (yeah)
This boat engine make noise, motherfucker

Hey ma, if you could see me now (see me now)
Arms spread wide on the starboard bow (starboard bow)
Gonna fly this boat to the moon somehow (moon somehow)
Like Kevin Garnett, anything is possible

Yeah, never thought I'd be on a boat
It's a big blue watery road (yeah)
Look at me, oh (all hands on deck)

Never thought I'd see the day
When a big boat coming my way
Believe me when I say
I fucked a mermaid

I'm on a boat
I'm on a boat
Everybody look at me 'cause I'm sailing on a boat (woaah)
I'm on a boat
I'm on a boat
Take a good hard look at the mothafuckin' boat (sha-sha-shorty, shorty, yeah)

spiedo ha detto...

Andy: Lazy Sunday, wake up in the late afternoon, call Parnell just to see how he's doin.
Chris: Hello?
Andy: What up, Parns?
Chris: Yo, Samberg, what's crackin'?
Andy: You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
Both: Narnia!
Andy: Man, it's happenin'.
Chris: But first my hunger pangs are stickin like duct tape.
Andy: Let's hit up Magnolia and mack on some cupcakes.
Chris: No doubt, that bakery's got all the bomb frostings.
Andy: I love those cupcakes like McAdams loves Gossling.
Chris: Two!
Andy: No, six!
Chris: No, twelve!
Both: Bakers' dozen!
Andy: I told you that I'm crazy for these cupcakes, cousin!
Chris: Yo, where's the movie playin'?
Andy: Up on west side, dude!
Chris: Well let's hit up Yahoo Maps to find the dopest route!
Andy: I prefer MapQuest.
Chris: That's a good one too.
Andy: Google maps is the best!
Chris: True that.
Both: Double true!

Andy: Yo, 68th to Broadway.
Chris: Step on it, sucka!
Andy: Whatcha wanna do Chris?
Both: Snack attack, muthafucka!
Both: The Chronic(what?)cles of Narnia.
[ The Lonely Island Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Yes, the chronic(what?)cles of Narnia.
We love the chronic(what?)cles of Narnia.
Pass the chronic(what?)cles of Narnia.
Andy: Yo, stop at the deli, the theater's overpriced.
Chris: You got the back pack?
Andy: Gonna pack it up nice.
Chris: Don't want security to get suspicious!
Andy: Mr.Pibb and Red Vines equals crazy delicious!
Chris: Yo, reach in my pocket, pull out some dough.
Andy: Girl acted like she'd never seen a ten befo'.
Both: It's all about the Hamiltons, baby.
Andy: Throw the snacks in the bag,
Chris: And I'm a ghost like Swayze.
Chris: Roll up to the theater,
Andy: Ticket buyin', what we're handlin'
Chris: You can call us Aaron Burr,
Both: From the way we're droppin' Hamiltons.
Chris: Now parked in our seats, movie trivia's da illest.
Andy: Whose "Friends" alum starred in films with Bruce Willis?
Chris: We answered so fast it was scary.
Andy: Everyone stared in awe when we screamed
Both: Matthew Perry!
Andy: Now quiet in the theater or it's gonna get tragic.
Chris: We're about to get taken to a dream world of magic.
Both: The Chronic(what?)cles of Narnia
Yes, the chronic(what?)cles of Narnia
We love the chronic(what?)cles of Narnia
Pass the chronic(what?)cles of Narnia

spiedo ha detto...

These days, a lot a cats is outta line
Seems to me, like they need to get punched
Yeah, but where you gonna punch em?
Yo, the choice is obvious
I'll punch you in the jeans
I'll punch you in the jeans
This is not a case of man vs machine
You think that you're safe, thought you got away clean?
I'll roll up on you smooth and punch you in the jeans
I got my fists clenched, gonna throw a haymaka
Rockin your slacks from here to jaimaica
Shake in your boots, cuz I'm the earthquaka
Bringin those jeans round here was a mistaka
I gotta vendetta, it's against your jeans (yeah)
Gonna put my knuckles up against the seams
They can be on your legs or on the clothesline
But when I see the zipper and cloth, it's go time!
And I'm zeroed in, I got the tunnel vision
Gonna cover you in shit like a ton of pigeons
Man I hate your jeans, I'm gonna bruise that denim
It really doesn't matter as long as you're in em'
Yo we'll punch your jeans, we've said it before
Best believe this is not a metaphor
Better watch your back, cuz we're on the creep
And we won't stop till your jeans are six feet deep!
Man I'll murder your jeans, I'll feed em to the fishes
Heres what I'd do, if I had three wishes
Punch your jeans, on all three counts
It would bring me satisfaction in large amounts
If I had three wishes I would do the same
We see eye to eye in this jean punch game
I'd lay em in a field, where there's chemical sprayin
But I'd punch em first, yo that goes without sayin (yeah)
Acid wash pleats or a nifty cuff
It's just another jean for my fist to stuff
Throwin fistacuffs, eat pants like bag lunches
Jeans pronounced dead
Cause of death?
Hecka punches!
Yo we'll punch your jeans, we've said it before
Best believe this is not a metaphor
You got somethin to say, we got the proper retorts
Beat your jeans so bad that they'll wish they were shorts
Gonna revise your Levi's with physical harm
Put divets in the rivets with my physical arm
Gonna beat those jeans, gonna dip em in slime
Turn your 501s into 499s
When I punch a jean I like to imagine a face
The fly is the nose and the balls are the base of the face
You got taste and it shows my man
God damn your jean brand got me throwin my hands
Gonna go back in time, find the man who made jeans
And choke him to death, if you know what I mean
Yo I know what you mean, so keep your jeans on a hush
Breakout, before you get bumrushed
Yo we'll punch your jeans, we've said it before
Best believe this is not a metaphor
So take off your jeans, and reverse the curse
Cuz we the best jean punchers in the universe
(It really doesn't matter as long as you're in em')
(It really doesn't matter as long as you're in em')

Anonimo ha detto...

azz... non posso esserci avrei cantato volentieri!

Per Mario:
spaccali tutti!
non fare prigionieri!



francemtb ha detto...

divertitevi and someone else will kick Ed's ass!