| Connors Poison Ivy | | Once
is Never Enough | | Gum on your Pants |
| Hot Off the Grill | | Ryan Poce
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| Sometimes when we feel a creative surge, the MFO writes lyrics for the purpose of adding them to blaring rock music to blow your pussy ass up. Some are not completed but read them anyway or you'll be robbing yourself of a...... ummmm... good time I guess. Sometimes the band "The Horsekateers" perform them live with guitars and shit.....curse those handsome devils. vf |
| This song is about a boy
named Connor who once got poison ivy so bad that the doctor went blind
and crazy just by looking at it. It's a lesson to never go into White
Oaks Park without pants and/or knee socks on. This will keep
away the Ivy and the forest gnomes who steel people's leg hair to make
their purses. This song is to be played in a punk rock fashion.
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Connor’s brothers name is pat, and hangs with those spoiled with nothing to do Then when he was in White Oaks park,
he walked through some bush,
His leg was then a red rashy sight
to see
He had to walk with a cane,
They treated it like a burn
Chorus:
The wound has puss and blood and
scab
The nurses were hot but he couldn’t
talk
Chorus:
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| This song was written for the Film Club's Bond movie but the cheap bastards didn't buy enough studio time so the Horsekateers could never add these wonderful lyrics to the already kick ass song. Note to Brendan: We'll get our revenge......somehow. |
Comic Book Guy: Worst Bond Ever. George Lazenby: Ya well I bet I could kick Roger Moore's ass from here to Wales. VampireFace: Fuck both you guys. |
Once is never enough!
Once is never ENOUGH!
Champagne falls from heaven
Tides clash on the rocks
Dice roll lucky seven
They’ll kill you if you talk
Silk and satin, gypsy bells
Smoking barrel in the dark
Drop your guard, the passion
swells
Kiss her once and break her heart
ONCE!!!!!!! IS NEVER!
ENOUGH!
ONCE!!!!!!! IS NEVER!
ENOUGH!
The swine lingers in the mist
Terrorizes with an iron fist,
Hold your breath till the battles
done,
There’s still fight in an empty
gun
Ritzy glitz of fame and power
Minutes left until the hour
Shadowy figure in a Cigar shop
When your dead, your secrets stops
Déjà vu, You drop
your glass
Whos the man… behind the mask
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONCE!!!!!!!!!!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONCE!!!!!!!!!!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONCE!!!!!!!!!!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONCE!!!!!!!!!!
I really hate you
I don’t want to breathe around
where you have breathed
I really wish that,
Your parents never had concieved
The idea of having children that,
end up being you
I wish a taranasourus rex would
come back alive and eat you
Yeahh
You left you gum on
The seat of my chair and I
Sat in that shit
And I hate you!
You must be a bum
Cuz you spit out your gum
Where people will sit
You are homeless!
I really want you
To go blind and loose your sense
of taste
It would be funny if
You had an unremovable tumor on
your face
And you scared away all the animals
They all think your retarded
I don’t punch girls but I’d shoot
you
Your breath smells like,
30 million people farted
You left you gum on
The seat of my chair
my cheeks smells like mints
And I thank you!
You must be from one
Of those third world worlds
Where you get awards for
Being stupid!
End song
"Hi I'm Bobby Flay and I own you, pussy" |
Plain and simple: Doom wrote this in dedication to Bobby Flay, the super human wonder cook who can turn a pile of rhino shit and a bag of sugar into a fucking delicious cake! He smoked Morimoto on a recent episode of "Iron Chef", ya that's right Pete. That just goes to show that American Chefs can beat Japanese chefs..... i guess. |
Bobby Flay can cook up a storm
But we only him in his human form
He cooks like no one ever can
Cuz hes a mutant, like an X-man
Jaqui Malouf is the woman he knows
Hot off the grill is the show he
owns
Trained in france, cooks in NY
He can cook a mean burger and he
can also fly
Bobby Flay owns your ass
He cooks with style, he cooks with
class
Bobby Flay is the man
He cooks way better than a superman
can
Food Network pays his bills
Criminals go running for the hills
When they see bobby comin at em
All they say is “up and at them”
Bobby Flay owns your ass
He cooks with style, he cooks with
class
Bobby Flay is the man
He cooks way better than a superman
can
Next time your surfin on the tube
Don’t just stop to see a random
boob
Check out channel 56
With our man Bobby, he’ll give
you the fix
Written by VampireFace and Ron Jobi during
Lunch hour, this song is an homage to Ryan Poce who claimed to have kicked
Ron Jobi's ass. Instead of getting mad at this, we decided to dedicate
a song to him....cause we love him
Okay, so this isn's really Ryan Poce, but if you look closely this kid is drinking a tennis ball in a cup |
He's small but he's got a big heart
He's right as rain and smart as
descartes
Full of soul and oozing mirth
The world fell in love when his
mom gave birth
In the 9th grade he needed braces
To fix the gap and close the spaces
Used to car pool with Mike D.
I'd like to have him sit on my
knee
Ohhhh little gaffer Ryan Poce,
His eyes are bright, his cheeks
are rosey
Ryan Poce you sparkling gem
Your hair I'd cut your pants I'd
hem
Some may believe he's a bad egg
Or a homosexual as the French say
"Feg"
