"Untitled (The Mighty Death Pop! Outtakes)" lyrics
(feat. DJ Clay)
Hello, this is your captain speaking, Captain Lance Kennedy. You're aboard flight 289, and, uh, guess what. I don't like my life anymore. Uh, in fact, I hate it. You might be saying, "Well, that's you're problem," but, in fact, it's now our problem, because I'm flying this plane, and, uh, I've just decided I don't wanna live anymore. We're currently flying at a smooth 30,000 feet, but in about 45 seconds, we're gonna plummet straight into God's green earth. Uh, I've already murdered my co-pilot, uh, and I've barricaded the cockpit door since. Uh, lastly, I'll see you all in Hell, and, uh, prepare for some serious turbulence, bitch. I hate you!
(The Death Pop)
Sound speed. Take 17. Action
...fools
Who knew, sad news, I'm Chris Benoit!
Rock and roll! (Whu-whu-what)
Forever baby! (Bay-baby)
We're comin' through (Whu-whu what, bitch?)
Waaaaaaaaah! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Every day I pick up my guitar (Every day we-we-we-wah! What?)
I love you baby. Your skin is so sweet (What? Uh, uh, uh, uh. Check it out)
I love you baby, from your head to your feet (Fro-fro-fro-fro)
From your head to your feet
Yeah, from your head to your feet
Bitch, your skin is just so sweet
Bitch, your skin is just so sweet. What?
When you put a, a brand new pair of drawers on, out of the bag, some boxer briefs, how they got that cool feeling? These even got that cool feeling built into 'em, full time. They stay like that. They make you wanna wear the same drawers for a couple days
If you see a rainbow, look quick
Potholes will wreck your shit
Don't get caught dreamin', I hope
Your head might get locked in a scope
If you standin' there lookin' at a rainbow
You might be when the where'd your fuck hole
Caught him cheatin'
His meat was skeetin'
And they both caught a beatin'
The big expression
Loud and clear
Something's goin' down when you hear us skr-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-em
Shadow on the wall was all that he saw
Wire, neck, splike, blah
Fuck, me, in the ass, nice
Two in each hand, flake out and shake
My nut bag tastes like Faygo grape
Explode in your bedroom, Faygo lake
Marinate your steak and fake Bayg-
Ah, fuck. Ah, fuck! Almost had
WOW! OW! OOH! DOW! DOW! OOH! GAH! AH!
Not in control of (My hands)
Not in control of (Myself)
Don't have control of (My brain)
Not in control of (Myself)
Not in control of (My hands)
Not in control of (Myself)
Don't have control of (My brain)
Not in control of
Myself!
My hands!
My brain! (What's he doin'?)
My hands!
That sounds fuckin' stupid
(The sound effect drive is out, so, make some, try to make some noise of, like, swamp stuff)
Of swamp shit? What, like a swamp monster, or like crickets or somethin'?
(Swamp noises! Like-)
([?])
Caw! Caw!
(A frog!)
(That ain't no fuckin' frog!)
Don't they do that? The
Them big fat ones?
Like that frog?
(Yes!)
Pop!
(The Death Pop)
Sound speed. Take 17. Action
...fools
Who knew, sad news, I'm Chris Benoit!
Rock and roll! (Whu-whu-what)
Forever baby! (Bay-baby)
We're comin' through (Whu-whu what, bitch?)
Waaaaaaaaah! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Every day I pick up my guitar (Every day we-we-we-wah! What?)
I love you baby. Your skin is so sweet (What? Uh, uh, uh, uh. Check it out)
I love you baby, from your head to your feet (Fro-fro-fro-fro)
From your head to your feet
Yeah, from your head to your feet
Bitch, your skin is just so sweet
Bitch, your skin is just so sweet. What?
When you put a, a brand new pair of drawers on, out of the bag, some boxer briefs, how they got that cool feeling? These even got that cool feeling built into 'em, full time. They stay like that. They make you wanna wear the same drawers for a couple days
If you see a rainbow, look quick
Potholes will wreck your shit
Don't get caught dreamin', I hope
Your head might get locked in a scope
If you standin' there lookin' at a rainbow
You might be when the where'd your fuck hole
Caught him cheatin'
His meat was skeetin'
And they both caught a beatin'
The big expression
Loud and clear
Something's goin' down when you hear us skr-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-em
Shadow on the wall was all that he saw
Wire, neck, splike, blah
Fuck, me, in the ass, nice
Two in each hand, flake out and shake
My nut bag tastes like Faygo grape
Explode in your bedroom, Faygo lake
Marinate your steak and fake Bayg-
Ah, fuck. Ah, fuck! Almost had
WOW! OW! OOH! DOW! DOW! OOH! GAH! AH!
Not in control of (My hands)
Not in control of (Myself)
Don't have control of (My brain)
Not in control of (Myself)
Not in control of (My hands)
Not in control of (Myself)
Don't have control of (My brain)
Not in control of
Myself!
My hands!
My brain! (What's he doin'?)
My hands!
That sounds fuckin' stupid
(The sound effect drive is out, so, make some, try to make some noise of, like, swamp stuff)
Of swamp shit? What, like a swamp monster, or like crickets or somethin'?
(Swamp noises! Like-)
([?])
Caw! Caw!
(A frog!)
(That ain't no fuckin' frog!)
Don't they do that? The
Them big fat ones?
Like that frog?
(Yes!)
Pop!
