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hey?! do you have a cold?? you weren't hinting anything were you?
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i dunno, i'm pretty clogged up...
*coughHISBALLSARE/WEREGONEUGHHACKINGMYLUNGSOUTcough* |
here, have a cough drop
i think we ALL should do a huskers on a plane song together. when i say everyone, i mean john violence schizophenicroom the dom marleypumpkin HaydenAsche rip frey sellouteater hip priest i know i'm forgetting tons of people. But, wouldn't it be awsome |
That = pretty fucking awesome idea. Seriously. I can contribute voice, but I just broke a guitar string.
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we can all write the song together too! but, we can start tommorow. i'm a sleepy boy. and i got school in the mornin. peace.
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oh yeah, i've got a math quiz tomorrow. shit. peace out!
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It could be a rap song. I could make a really cheesy/phat beat in fruity loops.
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I could beatbox!
boom shika boom zha boom zha bam bam..anal.. bam.. |
I can do a rap bass line. What is our rap name. I vote Charlie Titty and the Murphies. That or the Nitty Gritty Beat Box Rap Battle Experiment.
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Nitty Gritty White Folk Battle Boob-Ball Hysteria Experiment and the Murphies.
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Indeed it does!
I edited a song to fit on the HOAP Official Soundtrack, or at least on the complimentary copy given in the giftbasket at the premiere. Kurt Cobain is going to sing it with me. Turns out Steve is going to show up too. http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/drdre...saintshit.html - [Chorus: Jade (2X)] Huskers ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and suck da dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my plane to make a quick run... [Kurt] I used to know a bitch named T.M, that's right We used to roll around and read the poems at night Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Lower East Side streets Peep, the shit got deep and it was on Number 1 song after number 1 song Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat I didn't give a fuck where Gary Hart was at But he was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit he do Suckin' on that stick just to get a buck or 2 And the few ends he got didn't mean nothin' Now he's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit Bitch can't hang with the streets, he found himself short So now he's takin' me to court It's real conversation for your ass So recognize and pass to Jade! [Jade in a different voice] Now as i'm rollin' with my homie Kurt and da Steve Fuckin' male hoes, clockin' dough up to no good We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks (Kurt: But we don't love that Joan) Bitch, and it's like that This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow Ya run up in that Joan and grab the cash And get your dash on While you're chillin', with your homies and shit And how my Sonics kick the anthem like this [Kurt] CONFUSION IS SEEEEEXXXXX (Chorus) [Kurt] ...To the store, to get me a 4-0 Lee Ranaldo 'Aldo Lee, that must mean more hoes So I head down the street to long beach Just so i could meet, a freak To lick me from my head to my feet And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up Bitches on my nuts like clothes But i'm from the pound and we don't love that Joan How could you trust a hoe? [Jade:] Why? [echoed 3X] Cuz The Shat's a trick We don't love them tricks [Jade:] Why? [echoed 3X] Cuz The Game's a bitch And my guitar's constantly in her mouth And turnin' them trick ass Joan gets the fuck out Now... [Jade] I once had a bitch named THE FRIGGING GAME Used to be up in them guts like everyday His rhythms were the bomb left me on sprung I was in love like Joan Rivers lickin' the protung The homies used to tell me that he wasn't no good But I'm the maniac in black, Ms. Jade So I figure my homies wouldn't trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one time I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail 6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail I get's released on a hot sunny day My homie Gary Hart and my homie Kurty C'ain! Scooped in a coupe, Jade we got news Your guy was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues I ain't been out a second And already gotta do some muthafuckin chin checkin Move up the block as we groove down the block See my guy's house, Kurt, pass the glock Kick in the do', I look on the flo' It's my little cousin Daz and she's fucking Bob Mould (Bitches ain't shit) I uncocked my shit...I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed Man, fuck a bitch! [Chorus] [Steve] (Dr. in background "Bitches ain't shit") I don't give a fuck about Joan R But i and her know that they can't fade this Cause i'm doin my own thingdown with the swang I'm hangin' with Geffen like it ain't no thing I say you know can't deal Cuz I'm a btich that's real Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah They need to chill Because I don't give a fuck And I don't give a fuck [x3] And now I gotta do some... And now I gotta do some shit that's clean But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean Like a washing machine I can wash the clothes All that Joan knows That i'm on the flo' ho But they can't hang with my type on swang I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang But just the juicy ones Witht he tip of the tongue And then their sprung With the nuts hung [Kurt:] Bitches ain't shit |
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Everything has calmed down and Thurston gets up to ask Lee a quick question. Thurston bumps shoulders with The Game on accident and The Game becomes furious. The Game: Whats you doin in my way sucka chump. Thurston: Sorry The Game: Sucka chump sucka chump you best not be callin me out son! I'm The Game! Thurston: ????? The Game: Ah no you didn't! We needs to settle this in a rap battle. Dr. Dre comes up and talks to The Game. Dr Dre:I don't know if you wanna do this. This cat can ryme. The Game: I isn't afraid of some white boy! Thurston: FINE LETS GO! Steve Shelly gets behind the kit and starts playing a rap beat. The Game: Uhhhh! Yeah! Uh! I got a sucka chump named Thurston Whore he plays in da yoof and is just a bore. Uh Uh Uh yeah! The music stops. Danza: Wait was that it? The Game: What you mean dats it? I ripped him to pieces. Sonic Youth picks up thier equipment and starts playing Master Dik. Patti Smith holds a single microphone to record it all. Thurston: One two, one two, one two titty I know every nook and cranny in New York City We're Ciccone and that's enough I'm the Royal Tuff Titty and you gotta taste my love Taste my love Yeah Come on everybody and rock with me I am the one on the Christmas tree Now whippin' out the words like a moving story Now walking up the stairs and corkin' up the board Trippin' anywhere, I don't fuckin' care Put on some dark eyes and wave me goodbye John Violence, Schizophrenicroom, HaydenAsche, The Dom, and especially Sellouteater are freaking out and doing the robot. [Kiss sample: "said she's looking good"] [thurston does random ciccone rap overtop] [thurston says something i can't decipher, coughs, and a second Kiss sample begins - "i know" - w/ thurston singing along, then saying "Gene Simmons is an ugly mother.....". back into "i know" and then "c-c-ciccone... we're ciccone" etc... "i know" again... more mumbled shit... "got off balance..??..Sun Ra...?????" ... "like a hylozoic gonna pass right through saying 'all is one and one is too too many'...] London fuck you're pissing me off Hollywood weirdo, cough cough cough Won't you please let me rock you Now I'm just a boy with not much to do Everybody says doesn't come from above You're gonna scream when you taste my love Taste my love Yeah.....C-C-C-C-Ciccone...C-C-C-C-Ciccone.. Yeah we're Ciccone... ...aaaaaaaaahhhhh........ We're ciccone...ciccone..c-ciccone..ciccone The Plane goes wild and the Game faints from embarrassment. |
LMAO. that? pretty freaking genius.
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Ha! That is gonna be the single we promote Ms. Room.
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Yay!
At dinner tonight with the family I started talking about the movie event of 1984, our little HOAP, and I had to stop because I realized no one else knew what the HELL I was talking about. This thread contains one-sixth of the total posts in the Sonic Gossip section. |
HAHAHA! That's funny. I was trying to explain the idea of Huskers on a Plane to one of my friends but I don't think he really got it. I'm gonna write Huskers on a Plane on my next skateboard and have a quote on it.
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I tried to explain it to two of my friends and showed them that poster I posted a picture of, but.. yeah, that didn't go to well.
On my English binder I wrote "COMING SOON: THE HUSKERS STRIKE BACK!" and some little snakes. It's everywhere. |
It's gonna take over like mad cow.
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Like a scalpel to Joan's ragged ass.
Or, yeah, like a mad cow. That works best. |
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