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Letras: OU818

1. Intro
2. Squeeze Me Macaroni
3. Slowly Growing Deaf
4. The Girls of Porn
5. Love Is A Fistl
6. Mr. Nice Guy


Ah ha ha
Ah yeah
Yo what's up?
Welcome to Mr. B's new demo
Buggin' out homes
This is our fourth demo ya'll
On the fourth of July
Ya'll know four times four equals sixteen tracks
Divided by two
Which is half of four
Equals OU818
Ah shit
Yo Trey, where's the goddammed drum machine?

Ah damn, I left the muthafucker with Dunn

You dumb muthafucker, what the fuck are we going to do now?
Let me bust this Van Halen album one time.
Cold chillin'
Eh homes... John Holmes?
Heard that muthafucker died of AIDS or something crazy like that man
No way
Shit man, I heard he fucked fourteen thousand bitches man
Ah hype
That's fucked up
And how
You know the square root of fourteen million is


I wanna lock Betty Crocker in the kitchen
And knock her upper during supper
Clutter up her butter gutter
Hostess Ding Dong wrapped an eggroll around my wong
While Dolly Madison proceded to ping my pong
Your Milky Way is M'n'M in your britches
And I'll tell you Baby Ruth it looks mighty delicious
Keep blowing my gum, cuz here I come
I'm gonna get you all sticky with my Bubble Yum

Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby

I was givin' some head to some french bread
It was a four course orgy on the spread of my bed
French kissin' french fries in my Fruit of the Looms
I get deeper penetration with a fork and a spoon

I got yogurt meat loaf smeared all over my ass
I stick my weiner in two buns and and then give it the gas
Sour cream from my spleen into Levi jeans
Gonna bust the seams with my refried beans

Ronald McDonald just loves to be fondled
With Big Mac he'll fuck it like a Chicken McNugget
Colonel Sanders wants to goose Granny's loose caboose
He's gonna give her a boost with that Kentucky fried juice
Sooper doop poop scoop, loop de loop, chicken coop
Shoot some hoop, top sirloin from the groin
Topped with dick cheese, sneeze, wheeze,
From the skeez disease, wooi!

Take a dump, baby, squirt some gravy
Pour some sugar on me, honey, make it brown & runny
Give a little Flavor Flav, back from the grave
Gonna burn some toast, pump some humpin' rump roast

Knick knack paddywhack, jump in the sack, in fact
Jerk the smack and crack Jack from the back
Bananarama or ramabanana
Fuckin' Barry Manilow on the Copa Cabana

Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna

You gotta syphon the spinach, you gotta cream the corn
Sperm scrambles the eggs and a meal is born
Cookin' like a beginner, but I'm goin' up in her
I had Fritos for lunch I'm havin' bush for dinner
Chef Boyardee and the Three Muskateers
Shove Charleston Chews in their rears like queers
"Holy moly, guacamole!" said my Chips Ahoy
I'm gonna pinch a ravioli on the Pillsbury dough boy

Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a boner, baby

We came to pottie...we came to pottie down your throat


As the congregation grows
The lung of solitude deflates
To my ears the greatest sin
Feel a bit like Beethoven

Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst
Exiled to the inner voice, difference is...
He had no choice

We can't seem to find the air
To get our message through your heads
Poor respiration is sure
To keep clear communication obscure

As if I should care
As if you are listening out there

The louder you speak the more I can hear
The less I can understand
Pound on it, pound it in
To my ears the greatest sin
Feel a bit like Beethoven

Paint my lungs so silently
The darkest color of your noise
A crowd will contradict it's own audibility
Can't hear the dialogue for the voice

No one is listening
Yet ears are ringing

Ears are ringing...

In the morning I will see
What you were trying to say to me
As I respond into the sink
Need not again hear myself think

Ears are ringing...

Wax within my ears has grown
Just like the snot inside my nose
My interpretation of distorted conversation

I will kill for isolation
Sacrifice the energy
To enjoy the breath of silence
When the blood comes naturally

I have chosen to plug my nose
Before the threshold of pain has grown
Mole out from society
Survive off my soliloquy

Removed I can speak as he has
Bleeding from nose throat and ears


Okay, all you pus-sucking motherfuckers out there
It's time to win a chance to butt-bang
Your daughter's tight virgin cherry ass to caller #666

The urge is too much to take
All I can think about is playing with myself
It's time to masturbate
I've got my Hustler and I don't need nothin' else


My hand gets tired and my dick gets sore
But the girls of porn want more
So I flip throught the pages one more time
And I just let the jism fly

Yeah yeah yeah

A quarter for a peep show
A private booth or talking to a naked whore
XXX video
976 and I can whack it on the phone

Nobody's home, I'm alone
The devil in Miss Jones
Nobody's home, I'm alone
Aja & John Holmes

We got gushin' gonads, tingling tushes
Hairy balls and hairy bushes
S & M, whips and chains
Pregnant ladies with menstrual pains
We got hand jobs and nipple tweaks
Finger bangs and slappin' cheeks
We got rape, necro & both ways
And lots of hung studs for all you gays
We got incest & bestiality too
We got Sade & the sweetest taboo
We got girls who'll eat your pee and poo
And guys who'd love to fuck your shoe
There's she-males, lezbos, & shaved beav
And D-cup mamas with so much cleave
Senior citizens who love to watch
And sniff those skid marks from your crotch - yeah!

Ain't got no woman next to me
I just got this magazine
And what's on the TV screen
But that's okay with me

I was trained to fuck you baby...


Clenched emotions
'Round my ween
Feel my heart beat
Off and your head in

I feel strongly about violence
Love is a fist

There's no effort
To what's in
Open faced
Knuckle sandwich

I feel strongly about violence

Love is a fist



There's nothin' that I wouldn't do for you
Cuz I'm pottie trained like a great dane
Have a nice day
Incubus in disguise, lord of the flies
A pile of shit dressed up to appetize
The main course - degradation a la mode
You accept the invitation
I know how to treat a lady

I'm a fountain of love, like Christ
So shower in the golden jewelry of my balls
Eagerly you suck it down like a pig in a toilet
In a vacuum in a tornado in a black hole

Turbulent ... Whirlpool

Like yin and yen, the doggie is my best friend
I think I need a foxy terrier
With a capital T, that rhymes with D
That stands for derriere
To bark for me and keep me company

You look so nice
With your nose in the dirt
You're my puppy
Bend over and lick yourself

And when you sleep I'm sitting on your chest
Say it's a dog's life so you do what you gotta doo doo
Doggie bitch, let me drill my own hole
I don't need a seed to grow my dickweed
I'm the one you want, the one you get
Shit sucking butt fucking nerd

I'm a sadist, I'm a geek, I'm a coprophagist
I shit, you eat my poop, you shit, I eat your poop
I shit - an infinite push-pull
Hedonism trading fours
You scratch my back I'll scratch yours

Incubus ... Suck your butts

Like Dick and Jane, the K-9 method is fucking insane
It's love, it's dog eat dog eat dog
With a capital D, that rhymes with tree
That stands for pee pee
Your knight in shining armor
Ain't no nice guy at all

I am the devil who's under the skin
I hide in the smile and aim for the quim
God is my tactic and nature's my game
Forget all your opinions baby
Because I will always win ... Lesbian


The ritual
I urinate chivalry
Cuz I'm such a gentleman
You look so nice
With your nose in the dirt