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Hollywood Star Whackers
06:07
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A black veil falls on Tinseltown
Dark strangers lurking all around
In the night another goes away
They pick and choose who gets to stay
A syndicate of secret killers
It's the Hollywood Star Whackers
Killing stars and actors
It's the Hollywood Star Whackers
Mercenaries pull the strings
Producer puppets serve their king
They run the Hollywood machine
Shitting on dreams behind the scenes
Gunned down on Sunset Boulevard
Bullets kill a rising star
Found dead in the Chateau Marmont
The Best Picture's what they really want
Don't listen to Randy Quaid
It's what they always say
But if you do you'll know
It's very true it shows
Just look at all his dead friends
Mysteriously died in the end
He might be wrong and crazy
But if he's right he's running (from)
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N is for Nudity
03:25
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[we broke the rewind button. we're not creeps we just respect your muffin. we broke the rewind button]
Nude. They were nude.
They were nude, thank you.
Taking Lives, Original Sin.
Angelina, where do I begin?
Halle Berry, makes my monster bawl.
Roller Girl, Heather took it off.
Charlize, she showed her stuff.
Winslet, painted in the buff.
Buck naked, Anne Hathaway.
Perfect curves of Marissa Tomei.
Fast Times, stepping out of the pool.
American Pie, Shannon's boobs made me drool.
Natalie, and her sweet little tush.
Flashback, Sharon showed her bush.
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Sugar Tits
02:44
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That crazy bastard made some killer flicks.
Bird on a Wire back to Mad Max.
Lethal Weapon made him, now he's mainstream.
He's drunk and mad and fucking real mean.
Raped by a pack of N-words, he said.
Hating on the Jews every time he's lit.
And Sugar Tits!
Sugar Tits!
Crucified Christ and making gay slurs
But he can make a great movie, that's for sure
But Sugar Tits?
Sugar Tits!
Apocalypto was a masterpiece.
Nearly killed Caviezel with god's lightning.
In The Patriot played a father to Heath.
Deserves to be blown before the jacuzzi.
You can take my life, but you'll never take my freedom.
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Sally got the callback
Oh, she tried so hard
But she'll have to do more than act
If she wants the part
Midnight in the Blowjob Garden
The Producer sets her down
Says, "I'll make you a star"
You're the prettiest face in town
If you suck it you'll go far
On the casting couch
She makes her stand
Ends up on the silver screen
Million bucks in her hand
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Zombie Leslie Nielsen
02:11
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All out of shit paper. I won't use my hand.
So I walk to Ralph's on Ventura; Angel Soft's the brand.
Down the aisle, stumbling up ahead.
Is the dude from Naked Gun. I thought he was dead.
ZOMBIE. LESLIE. NIELSEN. ZOMBIE.
And this zombie won't scare you away.
Make you laugh past his dying day.
He groans a lot and zombie's ain't fast.
Seen a zombie cause I couldn't wipe my ass.
ZOMBIE. LESLIE. NIELSEN. ZOMBIE.
Airplane and Creepshow, this is insane.
Keeps groaning jokes, doesn't want to eat my brain.
A slapstick ICON, alive again.
Handed shit paper from an undead celeb in aisle 10.
ZOMBIE. LESLIE. NIELSEN. ZOMBIE.
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Celebrity Rehab
02:42
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Drunk on the freeway in the wrong direction
A methed out whore stroking an erection
Cocaine orgies in the Hills
Blowing it up a hundred dollar bill
Celebrity Rehab
Downey Jr's all cleaned up
But Charlie's still fucking shit up
Lindsay Lohan's the female Sheen
Internet porn on Duchovny's screen
Celebrity Rehab
-- 12 fucking steps --
Partying with Betty Ford
Sex fiend queen's of porn
Choose a life of fame and sin
If you fuck up you'll wind up in
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This is our toast to stand-up comedy.
Pryor and Carlin took the reins from Lenny.
Sam Kinison, Bill Hicks sure make a fab-four.
But many more legends broke down that fucking door.
Forget the bullshit of your everyday routine.
These jokers came to make you laugh...
Until the red light gleams!
Masters of the Microphone.
Crushing the crowds every single night.
Hedberg, Patton, CK, and Ron White.
Rogan and Friends, have a beer with Attell.
Mad Flavor, Stanhope, please come back Chappelle.
Marc Maron, Chris Rock, and David Cross.
Galifianakis and old Red Foxx.
Jim Norton, talk metal with Posehn.
But fuck Mencia, leave him where he lays.
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