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BEASTIE BOYS LYRICS

Some Old bullshit

Songs

Egg Raid on Mojo
Beastie Boys
Transit Cop
Jimi
Holy Snappers
Riot Fight
Ode To...
Michelle's Farm
Egg Raid On Mojo
Transit Cop
Cooky Puss
Bonus Batter
Beastie Revolution
Cooky Puss (censored Version)

Lyrics Egg Raid on Mojo

Egg Raid on Mojo (2x)

Egg Raid on Mexico

Egg Raid on Mojo

Egg Raid on Mojo (4x)

Gonna fight

got an egg raid tonight

gonna fight

got an egg raid tonight

Egg raid

gonna die

egg raid on Mojo

Tonight

Beastie Boys

Ahh B-e-a-s-t-i-e (2x)

That's what beasties gotta be

can you feel the emergency

Can you feel the urgerncy

B-e-a-s-t-i-e

when you' rule a democracy

in a state of emergency

Go to hell the beaurocracy

cops just aren't respecting me

all across the stormy sea

bitter changes the democracy

B-e-a-s-t-i-e

When you take things orally

we're in a state of emergency

B-e-a-s-t-i-e cops just aren't respecting me

they have a reign of tyrrancy

all across the stormy sea

B-e-a-s-t-i-e

Go to hell beasurocracy

cops just aren't respecting me

Go B-e-a-s-t-i-e

Michelle's Farm yee haa oh shut up you pig fucker you're so ugly. Adam. you look like a zebra your mother's a zebra why don't you get a haircut farm boy?

fuck the chickens I don't like milk fuck the chickens I don't like milk barnyard stoats raid the pen if you don't shoot 'em they'll do it again fuck the chickens I don't like milk fuck the chickenss I don't like milk farmer joe fucks a cow he likes it so much he sucks a sow

now you, everyday I'm going to school. I wish I could be satisfied, but it`s hogwash fuck the chickens I don't like milk now fuck the chickens I don't like milk Branyard Bob mows the field sees how much wheat will yield fuck the chickens I don't like milk now fuck the chickens I don't like milk barnyard stoats raid the pen if you don't shoot 'em they'll do it again

and everyday I'm going to school I wish that I could find gratitude. but it's hog wash

fuck the chickens I don't like milk now fuck the chickens I don't like milk barnyard stoats raid the pen if you don't shoot 'em they'll do it agian fuck the chickens I don't like milk now fuck the chickens I don't like milk fuck the chickens I don't like milk now fuck the chickens I don't like milk

now me everyday I'm riding to school I'm learning a bunch of brainwash It's hogwash

Licensed to Ill

Songs

Rhymin & stealin
The New Style
She's Crafty
Posse in effect
SLow Ride
Girls
Fight For Your RIght
No Sleep till Brooklyn
Paul Revere
Hold It, Now hit is
Brass Monkey
TIme To get Ill

Rhymin' And Stealin' Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about

I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out

No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder

'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder

Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas

And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees

We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest

And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest

Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling

Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'

Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight

I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate

We got wenches on the benches - and bitties with titties

Housing all girlies from city to city

One for all and all for one

Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun

All for one and one for all

Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L.

Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat

Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat

We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace

Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face

Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling

Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'

Ali Baba and the forty thieves

Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'

Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling

I'm wheeling' - I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking

Never cower, never shower - and I'm always stinking

Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey

And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky

Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village

We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage

Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling

Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'

I've been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun

I fought the law and I cold won

Black Beard's weak - Moby Dick's on the tick

'Cause I pull out my jammy and squeeze off six

My pistol is loaded - I shot Betty Crocker

Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker

Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state

And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate

Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling

Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'

The New Style And on the cool check in

Center stage on the mic

And we're puttin' it on wax

It's the new style

Four and three and two and one (What up!)

And when I'm on the mic - the suckers run (Word!)

Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't

And I got more juice than Picasso got paint

Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick

I'm not surprised you're on my dick

B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D.

Ah yeah, that's me

I got franks and pork and beans

Always bust the new routines

I get it - I got it, I know it's good

The rhymes I write - you wish you would I'm never in training - my voice is not straining

People always biting and I'm sick of complaining

So I went into the locker room during classes

Bust into your locker and I smashed your glasses

You're from Secausus - I'm from Manhattan

You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'

There it is - kick it!!! Father to many - married to none

And in case you're unaware I carry a gun

Stepped into the party - the place was over packed

Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back

I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped

You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped

I got money in the bank - I can still get high

That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly

I've got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed

Their father had envy so I shot him in the head

If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page

The girlie's I like are underage (Check it!)

Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like

I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike

Your father - he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green

I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I been

There it is - kick it!!! You wanna know why - because I'm

October 31st - that is my date of birth

I got to the party and I did the Smurf

Taxing all females from coast to coast

And when I get my fill I'm chilly most

We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel

And then we all switch places when I ring the bell

I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best

But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out west

K-I-N-G-A-D whammy

All the fly ladies are on my jammy

Went to the prom - wore the fly blue rental

Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental

Met this girl at the party and she started to flirt

I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt

Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo

Rolled up a wooly and I watched Colombo

Let me clear my throat - Kick it over here baby pop

And let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat...drop

Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day

Just me, my posse and M.C.A.

A lot of beer - a lot of girls - and a lot of cursing

Twenty-two automatic on my person

Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger

My posse's gettin' big - and my posse's gettin' bigger

Some voices got treble - some voices got bass

We got the kind of voices that are in your face

Like the bun to the burger - like the burger to the bun

Like the cherry to the apple - to the peach to the plum

I'm the king of the Ave. - and I'm the king of the block

I'm M.C.A. - and I'm the King Adrock

I'm Mike D. - I got all the fly juice

On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce

Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads

Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads

She's crafty Well this girl came up to me - she says she's new in town

But the crew been said they seen her around

I thought they were right but I didn't wanna know

The girlie was Def and she wanted to go

I think her name is Lucy but they all call Loose

I think I thought I seen her on eighth and forty-deuce

The next think she said, "My place or yours?

Let's kick some bass behind closed doors!"

We got into the cab - the cab driver said

He recognized my girlie from the back of her head

He said a little something about tip to base

So I made him stop the cab to get out of the place

I shouldn't have looked back man I'll always regret it

Something's going on and I'll probably never get it

She was crying like a baby - stupid dumb

It's just too bad that girl's a bum

She's crafty - she's gets around

She's crafty - she's always down

She's crafty - she's got a gripe

She's crafty - and she's just my type

She's crafty

I spent my last dollar to by a Sabrett

When I seen this girl I could never forget

Now I like nothing better than a pretty girl smile

And I haven't seen a smile that pretty in a while

The girl came up to me she said she loved the show

Asked her to come home and she couldn't say, "No!"

We got the crib - there's Adam and D.

We didn't say a word - they just stared at me

I said, "I don't know her just met her tonight."

And Adrock started hiding everything in sight

D. pulled me over said, "Hid your gold,

The girl is crafty like ice is cold!"

The girl is crafty - she knows all the moves

I started playing records - she knew all the grooves

He thought she was a thief - and D. was right

But I just figured she'd spend the night

When I woke up late in the afternoon

She had taken all the things from inside his room

I found myself sleeping in the middle of the floor

She had taken the bed and the chest of drawers

The mirror, the TV, the guitar cord

My remote control and my old skateboard

She robbed us blind - she took all we owned

And the boys blamed me for bringing her home

she's crafty-she gets around

she's crafty-and she's always down

she's crafty-and she's got a gripe

she's crafty-and she's just my type

she's crafty

Posse in effect Yes, yes, y'all - you don't stop

You keep it on - and shockin' the place

Well I'm M.C.A. - I got nothing to prove

Pay attention - my intention is to bust a move

I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes

Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes

I'm Mike D. - I got the deuces wild

A list of girlies numbers that I've dialed

I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis

I like Bullwinkle but I don't like Moose

I'm schoolin' in the boys' room - coolin' by the locker

All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker

Punk in the hall - man I should of oughtta hit him

Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cold bite 'em

Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best

While you were at a party - your girlfriend fessed

I keep a pistol in my pocket so you better be cautious

Fly around the world - but it makes me nauseous

Mike D.'s day off everyday of the week

I got to the party - and I did the freak

I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda

You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda

I'm a Def Manhattan killer - a rhyme driller

A mike in my hand and a mouth full of Miller

I got a hat not a visor - I drink Budweiser

The turntables - up on the drum riser

The needle's in the groove and the vinyl's on the platter

I know that I'm fly man there's no need to flatter

I travel around the globe - it's keeping girlies dizzy

My name's Mike D. - now watch me get busy y'all

You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gold got rusted

Cheaper than a hot do with no mustard

You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted

Because your crew's all soft and I'm disgusted

I'm from downtown the city of Manhattan

I got a lotta girlies and not one's cattin'

My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do

And we got more rhymes than your damn crew

Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted

Stuck you head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it

Word.

Slow Ride They got a committee to get me off the block 'Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em nonstop Because being bad news is what we're all about We went to White Castle and we got thrown out I got my boy Mike D. - I got the King Adrock I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock I shot homeboy but the bullet was a dud So I reached in the Miller cooler - grabbed a cool Bud Slow riding, gun hidin' on the go I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow I'm the king of the classroom - coolin' in the back My teacher had beef so I gave her a smack She chased me out of class 0 she was strapped with a ruler Went to the bathroom - rolled myself a wooler With bottle in hand at the microphone stand A. yo homeboy - what you drinkin' man I got money - I got juice I got to the party and I got loose I got rhythm - I got rhymes I got the girlies with the Def behinds I got ill - I got busted I got dust and I got dusted I got gold - I got funky I got the new dance - they call the Brass Monkey Because I'm hard hittin' - always biten - cool as hell I got trees on my mirror so my car won't smell Sittin' around the house - gettin' high and watchin' tube Eating Colonel's chicken - drinkin' Heineken brew I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster - I'm the king of the Ave. I'm hated, confrontated for the juice that I have All the fly ladies are making a fuss But I can't pay attention - 'cause I'm on that dust

girls Girls - all I really want is girls And in the morning it's girls Cause in the evening it's girls I like the way that they walk And it's chill to hear them talk And I can always make them smile From White Castle to the Nile Back in the day There was this girl around the way She liked by home-piece M.C.A. He said he would not give her play I asked him, "Please?" - he said, "You may." Her pants were tight and that's ok If she would dance - I would D.J. We took a walk down to the bay I hope she'll say, "Hey me and you should hit the hay!" I asked her out - she said, "No way!" So I broke North with no delay I heard she moved real far away That was two years ago this May I seen her just the other day Jockin' Mike D. to my dismay Girls - to do the dishes Girls - to clean up my room Girls - to do the laundry Girls - and in the bathroom Girls - that's all I really want is girls Two at a time - I want girls With new wave hairdos - I want girls I ought to whip out my - girls, girls, girls, girls, girls!

Fight For your right You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!" You missed two classes - and no homework But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk (chorus) You gotta fight for your right to party You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!" That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!) (repeat chorus) Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear I'll kick you out of my home is you don't cut that hair Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?" Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys! (repeat chorus twice)

No sleep till Brooklyn (chorus) No sleep 'til - Brooklyn Foot on the pedal - never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job's ain't a job - it's a damn good time City to city - I'm running my rhymes On location - touring around the nation Beastie Boys always on vacation Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable I do what I do best because I'm illing and able Ain't no faking - your money I'm taking Going coast to coast - watching all the girlies shaking While you're at the job working nine to five The Beastie Boys at the Garden - cold kickin' it live (bridge) No sleep 'til - Another place - another train Another bottle in the brain Another girl - another fight Another drive all night Our manager's crazy - he always smokes dust He's got his own room at the back of the bus Tour around the world - you rock around the clock Plane to hotel - girls on the jock We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style Getting paid along the way cause it's worth your while Four on the floor - Adrock's out the door M.C.A.'s in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back (repeat bridge) (repeat chorus) Ain't seen the light since we started this band M.C.A. - get on the mic my man Born and bred Brooklyn - U.S.A. They all me Adam Yauch - but I'm M.C.A. Like a lemon to a lime - a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fly women Got limos, arena, TV shows Autograph pictures and classy hos Step off homes - get out of my way Taxing little girlies form here to L.A. Waking up but I get to sleep Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week

Paul Revere How here's a little story - I've got to tell About three bad brothers - you know so well It started way back in history With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D. Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer Riding across the land - kicking up sand Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand One lonely Beastie I be All by myself - without nobody The sun is beating down on my baseball hat The air is gettin' hot - the beer is getting flat Lookin' for a girl - I ran into a guy His name is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" - he said, "Hi" He told a little story - that sounded well rehearsed Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst The brew was in my hand - and he was on my tip His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry - he asked me for a sip He said, "Can I get some?" I said, "You can't get none!" Had a chance to run He pulled out his shotgun He was quick on the draw - I thought I'd be dead He put the gun to my head and this is what he said, "Now my name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill I think you know what time it is - it's time to get ill Now what do we have here - an outlaw and his beer I run this land, you understand - I make myself clear." We stepped into the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin You think this story's over but it's ready to begin "Now I got the gun - you got the brew You got two choices of what you can do It's not a tough decision as you can see I can blow you away or you can ride with me" I said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter I did it like this - I did it like that I did it with a whiffleball bat So I'm on the run - the cop's got my gun And right about now - it's time to have some fun The King Adrock - that is my name And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne." We rode for six hours the we hit the spot The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot This dude was staring like he knows who we are We took the empty spot next to him at the bar M.C.A. said, "Yo, you know this kid?" I said, "I didn't." - but I know he did The kid said, "Get ready cause this ain't funny My name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money." Pulled out the jammy - aimed it at the sky He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" - and let two fly Hands went up and people hit the floor He wasted two kids that ran for the door "I'm Mike D. and I get respect Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect" M.C.A. was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face The piano player's out - the music stopped His boy had beef - and he got dropped Mike D. grabbed the money - M.C.A. snatched the gold I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.

Hold it now, hit it Now I chill real ill when I start to chill When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills Sipping pints of ale out the window sill When I get my fill I'm chilly chill Now I just got home because I'm out on bail What's the time? - it's time to buy ale Peter eater - parking meter all of the time If I run out of ale - it's Thunderbird wine Miller drinking - chicken eating - dress so fly I got friends in high places that are keeping me high Dow with Mike D. and it ain't no hassle Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle (chorus) Hold it now - hit it! M.C. - Adam Yauch in the place to be And all the girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D. I'm down with Mike D. and it ain't no baloney For real, not phony - "O.E." and Rice-a-Roni I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day And I'm the King Adrock and he's M.C.A. Well I'm cruising, I'm bruising - I'm never ever losing I'm in my car - I'm going far and dust is what I'm using Around the way is where I'm from And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping - got that juice My name's Mike D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis (repeat chorus) Hip-hop, body rockin' - doing the do Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps My name's Mike D. and I write my own snaps I'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-deuce I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from Cheap-skate, perpetrating - money hungry jerk Everyday I drink a "O.E." and I don't go to work You drippy nose knuckle-head - you're we behind the ears You like men - and we like beer. (repeat chorus) King of the Ave. with the Def female You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale Cooling at the crib watching my TV Ed Norton - Ted Knight - and Mr. Ed Pump it up homeboy - just don't stop Chef Boy-ar-dee cooling on the pot I take no slack cause I got the knack And I'm never dusting out cause I torch that crack The King Adrock - that is my name And you're drinking Moet - we got the champagne A quarter dropping - going shopping buying wigs Surgeon general cut professor - D.J. Thigs (repeat chorus)

Brass Monkey (chorus) Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey Brass Monkey - junkie That funky Monkey Got this dance that's more than real Drink Brass Monkey - here's how you feel Put your left leg down - your right leg up Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup M.C.A. with the bottle - D. rocks the can Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan We're offered Moet - we don't mind Chivas Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us Adrock drinks three - Mike D. is D. Double R. foots the bill most definitely I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well I got a Castle in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell (repeat chorus) Cause I drink it anytime - and anyplace When it's time to get ill - I pour it on my face Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice Come on y'all it's time to get nice Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky Me and the crew - we're drinking Brass Monkey This girl walked by - she gave me the eye I reached in the locker - grabbed the Spanish Fly I put it with the Monkey - mixed it in the cup Went over to the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?" I offered her a sip - the girl she gave me lip It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip (repeat chorus) Step up to the bar - put the girl down She takes a big gulp and slaps it around Take a sip - you can do it - you get right to it We had a case in the place and we went right through it You got a dry Martini - thinking you're cool I'll take your place at the bar - I smack you off your stool I'll down a '40 dog" in a single gulp And if you got beef you'll get beat to a pulp Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin' Def, def - girls, girls - all y'all jockin' The song and dance keeping you in a trance If you don't buy my record I got my advance I drink it - I think it - I see it - I be it I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D. it We got the bottle - you got the cup Come on everybody let's get ffffff (repeat chorus)

(chorus) Let it flow - let yourself go Slow and low - that is the tempo It's never old school - all brand new So everybody catch - the bugaloo flu Not like a fever - not like a cold The beats are clear - the rhymes are bold So don't see a doctor or see a nurse Just listen to the music - first things first First of all - get off the wall It's time to party so have a ball Because we slowed it on down - so get the hell up Like a volcano I'll erupt We got determination - bass and highs White Castle fries only come in one size What you see is what you get And you ain't seen - nothing yet (repeat chorus) I do not sing - but I make a Def song You could live your whole life - and I hope you live long On the Gong Show we won't get gonged We're the Beastie Boys - not Cheech and Chong Strong as an ox - fresh out the box The crowd is so live - they're coming in flocks And when we go on - the crowd goes off It's all hard rock - there's nothing soft (repeat chorus) We don't only rock the house but we'll house we rock We don't stroll but we roll straight to the top M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. makes three And we can do it like this in the place to be When I'm recorded - you'll be rewarded I know my song is Def 'cause you all applauded Not P.C.P. or L.S.D. - just me Mike D. in the place to be This is not free - you must pay a fee Cash on delivery like a C.O.D. (repeat chorus) The beat is slow in order to dance I wanna hear I dos and no I can't First you move your legs - and then your arms It's not fast and nervous - this dance is calm It's truly stable and you ought to be able To dance to the record when it's on the turntable (repeat chorus)

Time to get ill I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail They can sentence me to life - but I won't go to jail I'm cool calm collected - from class I was ejected Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. - we're rarely disrespected I got all the time that I need to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass Your girlfriend screams when M.C.A.'s in the place He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car But I'm chiller with the Miller - cold coolin' at the bar I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still What's the time? - it's time to get ill Went outside my house - I went down to the deli I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly I got rhymes galime - I got rhymes galilla And I got more rhymes than Phillis Diller M.C.A. takes a stand - man you're in command Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn My name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill Riding down the block with my box in my hand Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E. 'Cause me and M.C.A. we're down with Mike D. When I run a jam - I don't give a damn When I'm throwing bass - I say, "Thank you ma'am." Fuel injected, rhyme connected - running things I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings I'm looking for a spot - things are gettin' hot I'm M.C.A., I'm here to stay - and you sir, are not Oh no, it could not be - it's such a sight to see It's such a trip - you're on my tip so listen to Mike D. My work is my play - cause I'm playing when I work My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. - it's chill What's the time? - it's time to get ill

Paul's Boutique

songs

to all the ladies

shake your rump

Johnny Ryall

Eggman

high plains drifter

Sounds of science

3-minute rule

hey ladies

5-piece chicken

Looking down the barrel of a gun

Car thief

What comes around

Shadrach

Ask For Janice

b-boy Bouillabaisse

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