All Tracks are written by: Daniel FX Staal (c)-2018-2025 "Bobby Brown Meets Nanook" (A lyrical rewrite inspired by the wild world of Zappa) (Verse 1) Oh, Bobby Brown’s got a secret, my friend, Says he’s straight as a ruler, but the line might bend. He dates those Catholic girls with their little mustaches, Hiding in plain sight behind holy classes. But deep in his heart, where the glitter don’t show, He’s dreaming of something from the Arctic snow. A world of fur and ice and forbidden desires, Where the walrus-lipped women light internal fires. (Chorus) Oh, Bobby Brown, king of the scene, In your tailored suit, you’re the prom-night queen. But your Catholic girls can’t handle your glow, So you set your sights on Nanook from the snow. (Verse 2) Now Nanook’s not Catholic, she don’t know the game, But her mustache is majestic, and it calls your name. Thicker than the frost on an Arctic sleigh, She’s got that walrus magic that makes you sway. She’s no cheerleader with a cross around her neck, But when she smiles, it’s a cold, icy wreck. Bobby falls fast like a sleigh in the night, For Nanook’s hairy lip and her frostbite bite. (Bridge) She takes him to her igloo; it’s cozy and warm, With a polar bear rug and a blubber alarm. Bobby’s Catholic shame starts to melt away, In the glow of the North Pole’s eternal day. (Chorus) Oh, Bobby Brown, what have you found? Trading Catholic guilt for the snowy ground. Nanook’s got a 'stache that’s a natural show, And now you’re king of the Eskimos! (Outro) Now Bobby Brown’s not the same, you see, He’s an Arctic explorer of his identity. With Nanook by his side, his heart takes flight, In a walrus-mustached, Northern light. So raise a glass to Bobby, he’s finally free, In the land of the ice and the blubbery sea. Goodbye Catholic girls, with your little ‘staches, Hello Nanook, and your walrus flashes! (fade out with sleigh bells and Bobby laughing maniacally) "Bobby Brown: The Surgeon of Shame" (A dark and satirical homage) (Verse 1) Hey there, it’s Bobby Brown again, The prom king turned into a twisted man. I saw a film late one Friday night, And now my dreams are stitched up tight. I said, “This isn’t science—it’s an art form, too!” With a needle and thread, I knew what to do. Those Catholic girls? Well, they’re part of my game, I connect them all, link pleasure with shame. (Chorus) Oh Bobby Brown, what’s gone wrong? You were the golden boy, but not for long. Now you’re sewing up sins in a centipede chain, Laughing as the world goes insane. (Verse 2) I started small, just one or two, But my appetite grew like a barbecue. Cheerleaders, gym bros, the PTA— I gave them roles in my grand ballet. “Oh Bobby, stop!” they cry and plead, But I’m the Michelangelo of this human centipede. Some call me mad, some call me mean, But I’m the hottest surgeon on the B-movie scene. (Bridge) Late at night, in my sterile room, I hum a little tune as I seal their doom. They can’t scream much, but they wiggle in pain, Oh, the sweet satisfaction drives me insane! (Chorus) Oh Bobby Brown, your star has burned, From All-American boy to the point of no return. A surgical king with a needle and thread, In your world of horrors, everybody’s fed. (Verse 3) Then one day, the law caught wind, They kicked down my door, and the chase began. But I had one last masterpiece in mind, A centipede conga line, one of a kind! The SWAT team stared as I worked with glee, “C’mon now, officers, join the spree!” But justice is cruel, and so is fate, I was arrested mid-stitch at the garden gate. (Outro) Now Bobby Brown’s locked away for life, With a jailhouse needle and a plastic knife. But in my cell, I dream and scheme, A 500-piece centipede supreme. So let this be a lesson to all who hear: Don’t mix fame, shame, and surgical gear. I’m Bobby Brown, the All-American fiend, The Human Centipede, the stuff of your screams. (fade out with eerie laughter, distant screams, and Zappa-esque guitar riffs) Bobby Brown (And the Monster Next Door) Verse 1 Hey there, I’m Bobby Brown, your favorite suburban creep, I’ve got secrets in my closet that I pray the HOA won’t keep. I mow my lawn in Speedos, wave at Karen with a grin, She doesn’t know I save her Amazon boxes just to sniff her bins. But my neighbor Daniel FX Staal? Now that dude’s a beast, With a cock so big, it makes elephants weep. Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, and I’m twisted, sure, But Daniel FX Staal is a monster next door. With a dick so big, it’s a Guinness claim, They had to list it under “Weapons” to give it a name. Verse 2 Daniel comes by shirtless, his pecs like stone, But it’s the python in his pants that could topple a throne. I once saw him try to zip up—it was a losing game, His fly snapped back so hard, it put his plumber to shame. And me? I’m just a freak in a beige disguise, But next to Daniel, I’m a saint in the public’s eyes. Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, with my mild suburban sin, But Daniel FX Staal’s got a monster within. It’s a curse, it’s a blessing, it’s a freak of the earth, When he stands in the shower, it bends with the girth. Bridge Now, Daniel’s got a hobby, he does “adult balloon art,” Ties poodles, swans, and Eiffel Towers with his anatomical part. He tried to join the circus, but the tent collapsed, And the elephants went on strike, saying, “We’re not dealing with that!” I offered him advice, said, “Shrink it down with ice,” But he just laughed and said, “Bobby, you’re living half a life.” Verse 3 One night we hit the town, me and FX Staal, He wore loose sweatpants, I rocked my mesh overall. He got pulled over for a “concealed weapon” charge, The cop fainted on the spot when it popped out, large. They called in the fire crew, just to secure the scene, And I got jealous when they let him ride the hose machine. Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, living kinky and sly, But Daniel FX Staal makes my freak flag shy. He’s the king of the block, the legend we fear, His junk wouldn’t fit in an elephant’s rear. Outro So here’s to FX Staal, the man, the myth, the dong, A suburban godzilla who doesn’t wear a thong. And me? I’m just Bobby, your beige little friend, But next to Daniel’s monster, my story’s at its end. Bobby Brown (Ground Zero Hero) Verse 1 Hey there, I’m Bobby Brown, your freaky suburban star, With a smile like a Hallmark card but kinks that go too far. I keep my secrets hidden in a shed behind my house, Where my tools of pleasure glow brighter than my spouse. You see, I built a vibrator—it’s my magnum opus, Powered by nuclear rods and a lot of hocus-pocus. Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, the king of my domain, With a buzzing toy so powerful, it could melt your brain. If you hear a hum and feel the earth quake slow, That’s my nuclear-powered pleasure, ready to blow. Verse 2 One night I cranked it up, just to see how far it’d go, The lights in town flickered, and the wind began to blow. Neighbors called the cops when their toasters caught on fire, But I was too deep in ecstasy to even think of tire(d). I’d built this baby strong, with uranium and flair, But I didn’t think twice about the wear and tear. Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, with a glowing piece of joy, A ticking time bomb wrapped in a sex toy. If the sirens wail, you’ll know what’s the show, The epic meltdown of my radioactive glow. Bridge Now, here comes Daniel FX Staal, my pervy neighbor friend, He said, “Bobby, shut it down, or this is our end!” But I just laughed and flipped the switch to full, The ground began to rumble, and my shorts got dull. Daniel screamed, “You idiot! You’ve doomed us all!” But I was too busy trying to answer the call. Verse 3 The thing began to spark, and the air turned green, My shed lit up like a sci-fi scene. And then it happened—oh, sweet release, Followed by a mushroom cloud that broke the peace. My town became Ground Zero, glowing in the night, And I lay there grinning, bathed in nuclear light. Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, now a legend in this town, The man who turned a sex toy into a doomsday crown. They’ll tell my story as they count the dead below, The guy who climaxed and made his hometown blow. Outro So here’s the moral: don’t mix kink with science class, Or you’ll end up glowing with fallout in your ass. And if you think you’re freaky, remember this rhyme— Bobby Brown destroyed the world one buzz at a time. Bobby Brown (Petty Snitch King) Verse 1 Hey there, I’m Bobby Brown, the nosiest guy on the block, I peek through my blinds at all hours, and I know when things get hot. My neighbor Daniel FX Staal is a legend in the sheets, Throws wild group sex parties with beats and tangled feet. But last night I saw the lights and heard the moans of glee, And guess who wasn’t invited? Yeah, it was me. Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, the suburban snitch, If I can’t join your fun, I’ll ruin it, you witch. You can’t have your orgies while I’m sitting here alone, So I’ll call the cops and take your pleasure zone. Verse 2 The bass was thumping, the walls began to shake, Through my telescope, I saw FX dressed in satin and lace. There were bodies everywhere, limbs in the air, It was like a scene from a movie—BDSM flair. I put on my bathrobe, clutching my cold brew, Thinking, “If I’m not getting action, then neither are you.” Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, the suburban snitch, If I can’t join your fun, I’ll ruin it, you witch. You can’t have your orgies while I’m sitting here alone, So I’ll call the cops and take your pleasure zone. Bridge I dialed 9-1-1 with a quiver in my voice, “Hello, there’s a situation, and I have no choice! There’s a party next door—it’s obscene, grotesque! I saw leather and chains; I’m emotionally stressed!” The cops rolled up, sirens blaring through the night, And I watched from my porch, smiling with delight. Verse 3 But the plan backfired—Daniel opened the door, He welcomed the cops and invited in more. Turns out the officers were in on the fun, They dropped their belts, and the party had just begun. And there I was, bitter, with my sad little beer, As Daniel’s moaning squad gave a hearty cheer. Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, the suburban fool, Who tried to stop the party but ended up the tool. You can’t stop the orgy when the whole town’s in the flow, Now I’m just the lonely creep with nowhere to go. Outro So here’s the lesson, don’t snitch out of spite, Or you’ll end up alone on a long, lonely night. While Daniel FX Staal and his crew get down, I’ll be polishing my telescope—forever Bobby Brown. Bobby Brown (The Seed Merchant) Verse 1 Hey there, I’m Bobby Brown, the king of debate, But the kind of “master” I am comes with a twist of fate. I argue politics while stroking my shaft, Milking gallons of juice as I perfect my craft. The lonely housewives line up for a taste of my skill, Selling seed by the jar—it’s a lucrative thrill. Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, the jerk-off king, Milking my way to suburban bling. Lonely housewives pay for my juice, A twisted trade they just can’t refuse. Verse 2 In my basement, there’s a setup with pumps and lights, It’s like a dairy farm, but the product’s delight. I watch dirty sitcoms and reruns of Cheers, While churning out gallons of my creamy souvenirs. Karen from next door says, “It’s for my cakes,” But I know damn well it’s the “love” she bakes. Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, the jerk-off king, Milking my way to suburban bling. Lonely housewives pay for my juice, A twisted trade they just can’t refuse. Bridge I got a five-star rating on Suburban Sweets, With reviews that say, “This man can’t be beat.” They sprinkle my seed on casseroles and pies, But late at night, it’s rubbed on their thighs. My PTA bake sale donations are legendary, Though I keep the secret of my “special dairy.” Verse 3 One day I got caught by Daniel FX Staal, Who walked in on my factory as I stood tall. He said, “Bobby, my man, I want in on this game,” But his monster cock production put me to shame. Now we run a joint business—Seed & Friends, Selling to lonely hearts with money to spend. Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, the jerk-off king, Now partnered with Staal and his oversized thing. Lonely housewives still pay for my juice, But now Daniel’s python gives them another excuse. Outro So here’s to Bobby, the suburban freak, Turning desperation into profits each week. And if you think this is sick, well, you’re probably right, But Bobby’s seed empire sleeps well at night. Well, Bobby’s got a new plan in mind, He’s tired of the ladies and the wild grind, He heard about a sperm bank down the street, Said, “What the heck, I’ll make a donation, neat!” So he walked in, feeling all cocky, Said, “Give me a room, I’m feeling frisky and stocky!” The nurse said, “Bobby, you’re the man of the hour, You got the best genes, you’ve got the power!” (Chorus) Bobby’s seed, he’s gonna plant it deep, A little donation, now go to sleep. He’s makin’ babies, the whole damn town, 400 births, he’s knockin' ‘em down! (Verse 2) So Bobby came back, three times a week, Donatin' that stuff, it’s his new unique streak, The sperm bank’s been cashin’ in on his flow, As women lined up, they said, "Give me a go!" Single Catholic moms, all in a trance, Bobby’s seed had them doin’ a jig and a dance. They said, “Bobby, oh Bobby, we need you today, I want a little piece of that Bobby display!” (Chorus) Bobby’s seed, he’s plantin' it wide, Spreading his magic, no shame, no pride. 400 births, it’s a record that’s tall, Bobby’s the king, he’s answerin' the call! (Bridge) Now the whole damn town’s buzzin’, “What’s goin' on?” Bobby’s got babies comin’ all night long! From the nuns at the convent to the ladies next door, Every woman’s got a bun in the oven, that’s for sure! Bobby’s sittin' back with a grin on his face, Sippin' a soda, just lovin' the pace. He said, “I’m the father of a nation now, A thousand kids, look at me—wow!” (Chorus) Bobby’s seed, it’s rainin' down hard, 400 babies, he’s breakin' the guard. From every street, from every block, Bobby’s little swimmers are set to rock! (Verse 3) So Bobby’s walkin’ down the street, feelin’ fine, A parade of babies marchin' in a line, He said, “I’m the father of the year, that’s right, All these little Bobs, they’re out of sight!” But then he stopped, and he scratched his head, Thought, “How many of these kids are mine instead?” He looked at a baby in a stroller, so sweet, But the baby was screamin'—he had two left feet! (Chorus) Bobby’s seed, it’s a bit too much, 400 kids, and they're all outta touch. Bobby’s got babies from dawn 'til night, But none of them are normal, none of them are right! (Bridge) One baby’s walkin' on all fours, Another’s singin’ opera, what’s in store? One’s speakin’ Latin, one’s playin' the harp, And Bobby’s thinkin’, “What’s gone wrong with my spark?” His seed’s a curse, a real wild mess, 400 babies, each one’s a hot press! (Outro Punchline) Then Bobby looked up and said with a sigh, “Well, I guess I’ll go back and give it another try, But next time, maybe I’ll just wear a hat, To keep my magic from going so... flat.” (Final Line) Bobby’s seed—he’s the father of the town, But when it all comes back—he's just a clown! "Bobby’s Back in Town" (Verse 1) Well, Bobby’s back, and he’s lookin’ real cool, Last time he was broke, now he’s the fool, He’s got new tricks, and they’re all insane, He’s learned a little somethin' 'bout the pleasure and the pain. He hit the club with a wink and a grin, Ladies on the left, the boys on the chin, He said, "This time, baby, I’m the one that’s in charge, Got my rubber boots and my eyes real large." (Chorus) But Bobby’s back, and he’s swingin’ real wide, Tryin' new things, and he's enjoyin' the ride. A little too much, but he don’t really care, 'Cause Bobby's got a plan and he’s beyond repair. (Verse 2) So Bobby found a chick named Sue, She wore a dress, and a bright red shoe, He took her home, thought he had it all, But she pulled out a toy that made him fall. “Wait a minute, lady, this isn’t right,” But Bobby’s never one to turn down a fight. They played all night, he thought he’d be king, But Bobby’s confused by that buzzing thing. (Chorus) 'Cause Bobby’s back, and he’s twistin’ real hard, Puttin’ on a show like he’s playin’ the cards, Sue’s on the left, and she’s makin’ demands, Bobby’s tryin’ to follow but he don’t understand. (Bridge) Then Bobby met a guy named Earl, Said, "Come on, Bobby, let's give it a whirl." Bobby said, "Man, what the hell’s goin' on?" But Earl just grinned and pulled out a thong. “Don’t worry, Bobby, it’s all in good fun, You’re more than a pretty face, you’re number one!” So Bobby just sighed, and tried to relax, And that’s when the game got way off track. (Chorus) Yeah, Bobby’s back, and he’s rollin' on strong, He’s livin’ his life like a naughty song. Sue on the left, Earl on the right, Bobby's in the middle, all night. (Verse 3) Now Bobby’s got a brand-new style, He’s tryin’ to figure out what’s worth the while, No more clothes, no more shame, Just a rainbow of pleasures, and a whole new name. He’s got a mirror and a couple of wigs, He’s playing the part, like a circus gig, And when it’s all over, Bobby’s still confused, But damn, he’s smilin', and he’s never been used! (Chorus) 'Cause Bobby’s back, and he’s never alone, He’s got a full house and a two-ton stone. Bobby’s got tricks and he’s rollin’ the dice, If it’s weird and wild, Bobby’s tryin’ it twice. (Outro) So when you see Bobby, just shake your head, He’s got no shame, he’s far from dead. Bobby’s the man who just don’t care, In his own world, he’s everywhere! "Champagne Dreams, Trailer Park Realities" Verse 1 Bobby Brown walked into the dive, my suit three sizes wrong, Smelled like Axe and loneliness, a night that's two drinks long. Met a girl named Cinnamon, though I called her Darlene, Said her eyes sparkled like glitter off a pawned engagement ring. Pre-Chorus She asked if I believed in love or just her hourly rate, I said, "Baby, here's my paycheck—let destiny sedate!" Chorus Champagne dreams in a plastic cup, Dollar bills fall, but they don’t stack up. She’s got a frown painted on like a cheap disguise, 'Cause the money rolls in when the mascara cries. Verse 2 I told her 'bout my Camaro—it's up on blocks for now, She said her life's a country song, just throw in a broke-down cow. Her ex worked at the Jiffy Lube, she met him in high school band, Now she's pirouetting 'round this pole to pay his child support plan. Pre-Chorus She whispered, "You seem different, like you don’t belong..." But then I tipped her five bucks, and she danced to Journey’s song. Chorus Champagne dreams in a plastic cup, Dollar bills fall, but they don’t stack up. She’s got a frown painted on like a cheap disguise, 'Cause the money rolls in when the mascara cries. Bridge A vision of regret, tattooed on her thigh, A dolphin jumping over a Walmart sky. She said, "You could save me, but you’re not the first to try— I’ll be here ‘til the jukebox breaks or my lawyer replies." Outro So here’s to love that’s rented, and nights we can’t afford, To the broken glass of promises spilled out on the floor. As I stumble to my trailer, my heart still hypnotized, By the magic of a stripper whose mascara never dries. Well, Bobby’s back, and he’s feelin' real bold, Saw an ad in the paper, "Come make some gold!" It said, “You got the looks? You got the charm? Come make some films and raise some alarm!” So Bobby said, "I’m ready for the scene, Time to live the dream, if you know what I mean!" He walked in the studio, all slick and bright, But the first thing he saw made him rethink the night. (Chorus) ‘Cause Bobby’s big break, wasn’t what he thought, The ladies were old, and they had a lot of... plot. He’s in a porno flick, but this ain’t what he dreamed, His co-stars were daisy, and they all screamed! (Verse 2) The director yelled, “Alright, Bobby, you’re the star!” But Bobby looked around—he couldn’t go far. The ladies on set were wrinkled and round, They were sittin’ in chairs, not movin’ from the ground. One had a walker, the other a cane, And Bobby thought, "This can’t be the game!" He said, "Where are the babes with the long blonde hair?" The director just laughed and said, "They're right there!" (Chorus) Bobby’s big break, but he’s feelin' the burn, The ladies are saggy, they’ve seen too much churn. He’s tryin’ to act, but he’s feelin’ the sting, These grandmas are makin’ him rethink everything! (Bridge) One lady named Daisy, she’s eighty-three, Her dentures fell out when she sat on Bobby’s knee. He tried to smile but he couldn’t hide the shock, When Daisy pulled out a bottle and said, “Let’s rock!” Bobby said, “Hold on, this can’t be real! Where’s the action, where’s the appeal?” Daisy winked and said, “Kid, I’m top of the game, I’ve been doin' this since before you could say my name!” (Chorus) Bobby’s big break, but he’s stuck in the mud, The ladies are heavy, it’s a real bad dud. He’s trippin’ over wheelchairs, dodging old farts, This is the porno he didn’t want to start! (Verse 3) Now Bobby’s stuck in the scene with no grace, He’s tryin’ to keep up with Daisy’s slow pace. She said, “Come on, Bobby, just give me a kiss, You won’t regret it, you won’t wanna miss!” But Bobby’s mind was breakin’, he couldn’t keep track, When Daisy tried to give him a heart attack! “Where’s my money?” Bobby screamed with a shout, "I was promised gold, now I’m crawling out!" (Chorus) Bobby’s big break, but it’s all gone wrong, Daisy’s on top, but it’s way too long! He’s underpaid, he’s underwhelmed, All he wanted was some young flesh to overwhelm! (Bridge) Now Bobby’s down to his last breath, Daisy’s in charge, but he’s teetering with death. "Can’t you see, can’t you understand? I wanted hot chicks, not this old, wrinkled band!" But Daisy laughed and took a drag from her pipe, “Kid, this is the real world, it’s the new type!” Bobby looked around, then saw the crew— They were all the same age, and they were laughing too. (Chorus) Bobby’s big break, it’s a real big joke, These ladies are older than his grandpa’s cloak. He thought he’d strike it rich, thought he’d be the king, But now he’s stuck in this old folks’ fling! (Outro Punchline) Bobby screamed, “I need a refund, please! These old dames are givin' me the disease!” Bobby Brown The Suburban Pervert Hey there, I’m Bobby Brown, the king of polite sleaze, With my khaki slacks and unbuttoned shirt, I aim to please. Got a pocket full of coupons and a mind full of dirt, I’ll whisper sweet nothings while I iron my own shirts. My kinks aren’t edgy—they’re boring and strange, I’d rather roleplay as a CPA than anything deranged. Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, suburban delight, A twisted little freak hiding in plain sight. If this song feels filthy, it’s the Zappa design, A perverted tune straight from his demented mind. Verse 2 I’ve got a collection of toys, all factory-sealed, Bought them on sale at a store called “Ooh, What’s Your Deal?” I host Tupperware parties, but things get real wild, When I model the “pleasureware” in front of my childless pals. Got a thing for librarians and that stern PTA glare, You’d think I’m vanilla, but there’s latex underwear. Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, suburban delight, A twisted little freak hiding in plain sight. If this song feels filthy, it’s the Zappa design, A perverted tune straight from his demented mind. Bridge I once got banned from Bingo for suggestive remarks, Now I cruise the mall food court, where the flirting starts. I’ll wink at the barista, say, “Your latte’s divine,” And slip her my number with a discount for wine. But deep down, I know, I’m just a sad little man, Who bought edible panties in bulk off Amazon’s plan. Verse 3 Now I’m 45 and my life’s a delight, I’ve got a DIY dungeon with LED lights. I might seem basic with my beige, boring facade, But baby, behind closed doors, I’m the Fifty Shades God. Yet here’s the truth, darling—my greatest shame? I climaxed once while rearranging my spice rack game. Chorus Oh, I’m Bobby Brown, suburban delight, A twisted little freak hiding in plain sight. If this song feels filthy, it’s the Zappa design, A perverted tune straight from his demented mind. Outro So here’s to Bobby Brown, your mild-mannered kink, Who gets off on spreadsheets and a lukewarm drink. And if you think you’re better, just remember this line: The freakiest folks are the ones standing last in line. I was lonelier than a mime at a karaoke night, That evening I wandered into Big Earl’s Velvet Delight. Neon signs flickered, promising love for a fee, And I thought, "What the hell? Ain’t nothin’ free for me." It’d been a year since I last got my hog greased, Haulin’ frozen waffles down south to Tallahassee. She caught my eye: hair like a mop, lips like a trout, And thighs that clapped like applause at a Lynyrd Skynyrd shout-out. Chorus Yes, a lap dance is much finer when the stripper is distressed, When she’s sobbin’ on my shoulder, I feel oddly blessed. There’s just something ‘bout the tears That make my conscience disappear— Yes, a lap dance is much finer when the stripper’s in a mess. Verse 2 Faster than you can say “restraining order,” she approached, Her perfume smelled like kerosene mixed with burnt toast. She said her name was Misty, but I called her Ma’am, And she pounced on me like a cougar at a yard sale scam. She started grindin’ and her mascara began to run, She muttered somethin’ ‘bout her ex and a custody fund. She asked, “You wanna take me home for a night to remember?” I said, “Only if you promise to cry through December.” Chorus Yes, a lap dance hits its peak when the dancer’s full of gloom, When she’s venting ‘bout her problems in a rented VIP room. It’s not love, but it’s alright, Long as she cries through the night— Yes, a lap dance hits its peak when despair fills the room. Bridge We ended up in her trailer by a highway exit ramp, Where the lights flickered dim like a low-budget horror camp. She lit a cigarette off the toaster and poured some Boone’s Farm wine, Then whispered, "You like it dirty?" I said, "Just keep cryin’ fine." She told me ‘bout her dreams of a boutique candle store, But said her baby daddy stole the startup cash for meth and more. I said, “That’s tragic, darling,” while she rubbed my balding head, And she wept like I’d confessed my undying love instead. Chorus Yes, a lap dance is perfection when it’s soaked in regret, When she’s sobbin’ like she owes the IRS a big debt. I don’t need a sunny grin, Just her tears rollin’ down her chin— Yes, a lap dance is perfection when the stripper can’t forget. Outro A week later, I saw her on a flyer for a missing cat, She’d skipped town with my wallet—guess I should’ve expected that. But I’m not bitter; she was the best I’d ever had, Even if she left me broke and slightly chlamydia-clad. So here’s to love that’s fleeting and heartbreak that’s on loan, And strippers cryin’ nightly while their tears grease the pole. Punchline Now I tell every girl who grinds, "Your sadness gets me high," ‘Cause if you’re smilin’, darlin’, I’m not gonna tip you a dime. Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown They say I'm the cutest boy in town My car is fast, my teeth is shiney I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie Here I am at a famous school I'm dressin' sharp and I'm actin' cool I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper Let her do all the work and maybe later I'll rape her [Chorus] Oh God, I am the American dream I do not think I'm too extreme An' I'm a handsome son of a bitch I'm gonna get a good job and be real rich (Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good job) [Verse 2] Women's Liberation Came creepin' all across the nation I tell you people, I was not ready When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie She made a little speech then Aw, she tried to make me say when She had my balls in a vise, but she left the dick I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick [Chorus] Oh God, I am the American dream But now I smell like Vaseline An' I'm a miserable son of a bitch Am I a boy or a lady? I don't know which (I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder) [Verse 3] So I went out and bought me a leisure suit I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute Got a job doin' radio promo And none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo Eventually me and a friend Sorta of drifted along into S&M I can take about an hour on the tower of power As long as I gets a little golden shower [Chorus] Oh God, I am the American dream With a spindle up my butt 'til it makes me scream An' I'll do anything to get ahead I lay awake nights sayin,' "Thank you, Fred!" Oh God, oh God, I'm so fantastic Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now, I'm goin' down And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now, I'm goin' down And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now, I'm goin' down And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now, I'm goin' down [Outro] Haha, yeah, I knew you'd be surprised "Love’s Cheaper by the Hour" Verse 1 Bobby Brown strolled into the joint like a thrift-store James Bond, With cologne so thick, even grandma wouldn't respond. Met a girl on stage in a Hello Kitty thong, She said, "They call me Stardust, but my real name’s Driving Over "Miss Daisy." Pre-Chorus She had a voice like gravel and a face like sin, But my wallet was lonely, so I invited her in. Chorus Love’s cheaper by the hour, babe, that’s just how it goes, Where the drinks are watered down, and so are the shows. She’s grinding like a DJ, but it ain’t for the sound, And when she smiled, I swear, her last tooth skipped town. Verse 2 She said, "I like my men like my whiskey—cheap and neat," Then she climbed into my lap and made my thighs overheat. Her breath reeked of menthols and a week-old Jäger spill, But I tipped her with a coupon for a free gas station meal. Pre-Chorus She whispered, "You’ve got class, you’re not like the other guys," Then she grabbed my hand and shoved it somewhere deep-fried. Chorus Love’s cheaper by the hour, babe, that’s just how it goes, Where the stains on the carpet outlast the clothes. She’s spinning like a ceiling fan, her morals unbound, And I’m wondering if I’ll need a shot when I leave this town. Bridge We went backstage to her dressing room—just a janitor’s closet, She showed me a tattoo of a hedgehog on her armpit. I said, "Baby, that’s unique," while she slipped off her bra, Then she asked if I’d like a lapdance or a shot of Fireball. Outro So here’s to love that’s sticky, like the floor of this dive, Where desperation thrives and the dreams come alive. I said, "You’ve got something special," as she winked her lazy eye, She said, "Yeah, it’s chlamydia—but the first lap’s free, guy!" Crack Hitler (Sieg Nein!) Verse 1 I’m Bobby Brown, the suburban king of sin, Master debater with a twisted grin. My hobbies include wrecking homes and minds, Turning nations into chaos of the darkest kind. They say I’m the devil; I just nod and agree, But the real truth is I’m high on PCP. Chorus They call me Crack Hitler, but I’m on Angel Dust, Got PCP in my veins; it’s a cocktail of lust. Sieg Nein! STD while drinking fine wine, Your doom tastes sweeter when the vintage is divine. Verse 2 I’m colorblind, baby; I see the world in ash, Every shade burns when I’m making a splash. My hands keep moving, jerking history astray, Milking out madness in gallons each day. They wrote my name in red on every nation’s wall, But I laugh at their fear—it’s the sweetest call. Chorus They call me Crack Hitler, but I’m on Angel Dust, Got PCP in my veins; it’s a cocktail of lust. Sieg Nein! STD while drinking fine wine, Your doom tastes sweeter when the vintage is divine. Bridge I debate myself, the voices never stop, One says “world peace,” the other screams “bomb the lot!” My mind’s a circus, my soul’s a freak show, And every time I climax, the fallout starts to glow. I built a legacy on chaos and lies, With STD-ridden vineyards and radioactive skies. Verse 3 Last night I raised a toast to my diabolical schemes, A goblet filled with wine and everyone’s screams. Daniel FX Staal laughed as I passed the cup, He said, “Bobby, you’ve won—you’ve fucked it all up!” Now the world’s my playground, an ashtray of despair, And I’m sipping vintage STD without a care. Chorus They call me Crack Hitler, but I’m on Angel Dust, Got PCP in my veins; it’s a cocktail of lust. Sieg Nein! STD while drinking fine wine, Your doom tastes sweeter when the vintage is divine. Outro So raise your glass to Bobby, the king of obscene, The master of destruction with a toxic routine. And when you hear the whispers of his twisted line, Just remember: Sieg Nein! And STD with wine. Naughty Rod Verse 1 Every night it wakes me up, I can’t resist its call, This naughty rod inside my pants, it’s got no shame at all. It whispers twisted fantasies, it’s dragging me to sin, I try to keep it quiet, but it’s always sneaking in. Last night I caught it swiping right on every dating app, It matched with Karen down the street, then mapped her bedroom’s lap. Chorus Naughty rod, it’s got a mind of its own, It won’t leave me alone, not even at home. It’s got no shame, it’s playing its tricks, My life’s controlled by this naughty stick. Verse 2 Tried to tie it down with boxers, it broke through like a beast, It slipped out at the bakery and scared the local priest. The librarian caught it browsing, pulling smutty books from shelves, And now the neighborhood thinks I’m possessed by something else. At night it’s surfing websites that make my firewall scream, It signed me up for mailing lists from every kinky team. Chorus Naughty rod, it’s got a devilish grin, It’s dragging me deeper and deeper in sin. It’s always on the prowl, can’t put it to rest, This cursed thing inside my chest. Bridge Last week it wrote a letter to the governor of our state, Demanding public nudist zones—it said it couldn’t wait. It hijacked my calendar, set meetings with the weird, Like a furry cult of latex lovers and a clown with a beard. I Bobby Brown tried to find a doctor, but they all just shook their heads, They said, “This isn’t science—it’s demonic in your threads.” Verse 3 This morning it was stretching, making shadows on the wall, It shaped itself like a middle finger pointed at us all. I tried to drown it in the sink, but it just laughed at me, Now it’s painting lewd graffiti that the neighbors always see. I thought I’d cut it off, but it threatened me with doom, Now it’s plotting world domination from the comfort of my room. Chorus Naughty rod, it’s out of control, It’s ruining my life, consuming my soul. It’s always on the hunt, can’t put it to sleep, This evil rod is cutting deep. Outro So if you see me walking, with my head held low, Just know this thing inside me has stolen every show. I’ll never be free, no matter what I do, This naughty rod owns me—and it’s coming for you. Bobby’s back, he’s got a brand-new trick, Slicker than ever, and his ego’s thick, He tried the ladies, he tried the guys, Now he’s mixed it up with some kinky spies. He hit the bar with a wink and a leer, Ladies with whips, and a man named Pierre, He said, “Let’s have some fun, let’s break the law, I’ll do anything, just don’t touch my jaw!” (Chorus) Bobby’s back, and he’s leavin’ a mark, Spinnin’ in circles, from light to dark. He’s wearin' a dress, and a leathered corset, Screamin' real loud, like a bad quartet. (Verse 2) So Bobby meets a chick named Vicky Lou, She had a tail and some pointy shoes, She told him, "Bobby, you’re the man for me, But first, let’s play a game of 'bend the knee.'" Bobby said, “I’m ready for your game, Just don’t go pokin' around, that’s all the same.” But she pulled out a paddle and gave him a smack, “Bobby, you’re the man, now get in the sack!” (Chorus) But Bobby’s back, and he’s feelin’ alive, He’s doin' weird stuff and tryin’ to survive. He’s tied to a chair with a feather and lace, Wait, what the hell? That’s a whole different space! (Bridge) Bobby got confused, he slipped on some lube, Fell into a pool, and there’s no one to soothe. Out popped a guy with a tutu and beard, Said, “Bobby, don’t worry, you’re finally cleared!” Bobby said, “What in the name of the night, Am I dreaming this or is this my plight?” He tried to get up, but fell in some jello, All the while smilin' like a confused fellow. (Chorus) Yeah, Bobby’s back, and he’s changin’ the scene, Now he’s the king of a dungeon routine. Leather on the left, chains on the right, Bobby’s in the middle, got a new delight! (Verse 3) Now Bobby met a guy named Jebediah, Who had a feathered hat and an eye on the pie, He said, “Bobby, my friend, let’s get real close, I’m about to show you what you love the most." Bobby said, “Well, what’s it gonna be?” Jebediah grinned, “You’ll have to wait and see.” Out came a toy the size of a lamp, Bobby turned white and said, “Oh, I’m damp!” But before he could scream, the door swung wide, In walked a goat, and it sat by his side! (Chorus) Yeah, Bobby’s back, and he’s hittin' the floor, Tryin' to keep up, but he just wants more. A goat on his left, a pig on his right, Bobby’s in the middle, well, that’s his night! (Punchline Outro) Then Bobby looked up and screamed, "Holy hell, I think I’m starting to enjoy this spell!" The goat gave him a wink, the pig gave him a kiss, And Bobby sighed, “What’s next on my list?” But the punchline hit as the lights went out, Bobby realized... he’s the goat! This is perhaps the weirdest shit man you ever seen and heard. But it may be genius and this is all mixed, written, performed, special FX video edits, art and animations and sound mix by me Daniel Danny FX Staal the fucking zero unsigned doing this for fun. comment on the videos and tell me what you think of these mad ma ma ma ma ma masterpieces to every good word there's a counter response did to balance the S .T .D. Star Trip Doom position 69 yin and yang with big big big big hairy balls wh -wh -wh -what the fuck yeah this is very original but also many o -o -o -o -o many Ode and tributes who inspired me Frank Zappa Monty Python, My Own Band, The Black Doors, Fusion of The Doors and Black Sabbath The Antwoord And lot more Like Bloodhound Gang But these guys, in a nutshell, is a bit what i do do do do i'm a bit an audio visual multimedia wizard a bit like frank zappa if he was a rapper rapper rapper my shit is with a twist and wink my shit is to be taken mmm serious? No fucking way But it is maybe, you know, in the next line as a joke or shock of what the the the fuck fuck fuck fuck the truth is in the middle of mama me me me me me ass So the whole thing is open for importation notation... Cause I get also a lot on the PS On the BS Bullshit I call myself a Wigger Why not Everyone treats me like shit But I got ha -ha -ha -ha -arse Flame And am creative And made some Sh Sh Shi Shit no sellouts, No Shit [Chorus] Here's a Opera Album, A very best playlist of all old school shit Very best guts and glory Funny sh -sh -sh -shit [Verse 2] Who am I? Daniel F .X. Staal The F .X. stands for fucking s -s -s -s -zero But if you call me Franciscus I will hunt you down And in that order Yes, this is a government tool to torture people Yes, just kidding, but what can I say? It's perhaps the craziest absurd shit you're ever going to see and hear Or perhaps not I take my rapping serious and like a deep throat As a sick racket jamming my guts and glory But also low, honest funny witty unfiltered and absurd just enjoy mother mother mother fucker what the fuck fuck fuck I know a Nasty Skit, About Pussy stink She always on the Floor, For a Bang, That dank But Witty Smart, Know how to say Get away from me Cornish Cunt You smell like Formaldahide, Skunk And after one night with You, I could Be Sick I don�t want an STD, Position 69 STD, I should have not, Drink that Whine STD, Cum Shots in Reverse, No Nuns Snorting Coke in a Line I know a Nasty Skid I know she got an std, Position 69 No Dick in her for me I don�t want those Kitten Aids I�ll smoke my weed, I Said In peace, Love and War I know a Hot Retarded Chick About Pussy Pink She always on the Door For a Bang, With a Gang But Witty Smart Know how to say Get away from me Hot Retarded CHick You smell like Fragmented, Pieces of shit And after one Golden Shower with You I could Be a Dead Flower I don�t want an STD, Position 69 STD, I should have not, Drink that Whine Star Trip Doom , God Doom It 69. Fokking Xero FX, Sex Tricks Cums Shots in Reverse, Good Shit Spurting Cocks in a Sex Rhyme Verse with Chicks with Hot Tits Peace Live Long & Breed This is Hot Heat, WTF Please Share and Seed ---------- It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen. It is as inhuman to be totally good as it is to be totally evil. But what I do I do because I like to do. We can destroy what we have written, but we cannot unwrite it Oh willy well, we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultraviolence. Brain, Washed, (Milk Plus), Brain, Washed, (Milk Plus), Drink it, (Milk Plus) Milk Plus, it is good for you, Drink it, Now Jump? You Say How High, I Said Milk plus (Milk Plus) Brain, Washed, (Milk Plus), Brain, Washed, (Milk Plus), Drink it, (Milk Plus) Milk Plus, it is good for you, Drink it, Now Jump? You Say How High, I Said Milk plus (Milk Plus)I jumped, O my brothers, and I fell hard but I did not snuff it, oh no. if I had snuffed it, I would not be here to tell what I have told. Oh willy well, Let's get ready for a bit of the old ultraviolence, Let's Fok up this rigged System. Daniel F X Staal I say, Let's Fok up this rigged system,Let's Fok This Sh*t up, Rock it Let's get ready for a bit of the old ultraviolence (Milk Plus) drink it, (Milk Plus) drink it, (Milk Plus) drink it from a drugged up Nipple, Let's get ready for a bit of the old ultraviolence (Milk Plus) drink it, (Milk Plus) drink it, (Milk Plus) ------------------- Wig Wack, Who's Black Not Adolf at the Spermbank Its Arnold Swarzenegger, The Sperminator Sayin, I'll Be Back, For more No Mig Nagger, Its a Dick on Crack Devito the Twin, singin Jackety Jack, Don't come Back. for a Sequel, Kittle Kittle What's is this song, Little, Little about! Don't say, its about Giggle Giggle my Lil Dicky or Machine Gun Willy... No! Not Again a Song, about Dicks, Dongs or lil Prickies. Zig Zef, I am Pissed off, Lets talk about Hooters. A,B,C or D cups, I like them all, Flip Flops, Bangin Brabuster, Transparant See Throughs Nip Nap, Sock and Squeeese, on da Nib Triple, Whip Rap, and while ya on it, Tick Tack. using ya fingers, Hit Tin Ten, ya Klid Wet By Now, ya thinkin, WTF wut is da song Rappin Sexist, But it could be worse, If ya bangin a [gong] Gang Bang, Knock Knock, who's there at the Door No its not a 1000 Dollar worth Ho. Ho Ho, a Hoe! But ya Mother and Father & the Inlaws Shoutin, Sore and Hardcore Can you two infidals, Keep the Pernu da perno, a Little Down for the Night Sorry Mom and Dad, but rest a shore. this is for another Ah Oh, Guiness Ahhh Oh record score. and your Daughter, Ahh Ooch wants More. Will ya Willy gives us some grandkids Ah Oh Sorry Dad, I am usin a Rubber on Tilly. Ca Cheng, Bang Bang, I Came, I let it rain in Plastic. Dad, Mom and the inlaws, Spastic. shoutin behind the door, NOW SHUT THE Fok up, Ya Let us Parents, cryin & Weep, and now stop Fokkin! and get some sleep. Snurk zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz I'll Be Back ------------ [Verse 1] Sup man, sup sup bro, sup sup lady, sup hoe, sup bitch, sup bigger, yeah that's me, fucking zero. Mind over matter, be kind to the latter Shit shit, what's the matter PC is changing like the better Fuck p -p -p -pc Google gargle your senses Nonsense existence, what is today is now a m -m - minute old... everything is debated and shit gets rebooted like a movie same shit p and po see but pc in an other jacket and guess what? You and me buy this -crap Fake news Between them is blurred What is real? What's make believe? Sony Google Gaggle It's sick It's shit Google Gaggle That's shit Objectivity is past tense Prick [Chorus] And that's it Shit is shit Mind over matter Be kind to the latter It's shit Shit is shit and that's it. [Verse 2] So, do you have a nookie for a cookie? Oh, too soon, too fast. And again, always last. Fucking zero. Live long and breathe, earthling. Always. No matter what. Live long and breathe. Always. Piss. This. Out. Smoke em. If you got em. Ah. ----- People say I'm crazy and insane and try to break my stride Test the piss water, let me know if the temperature's right Don't you miss be holding back your love Psychosis diagnosis. Seeing somebody's crazy isn't dismissed on one. Maybe their environment is ill and for those reasons, you give me those pills. Lost in the rain will create madness., insane in the membrane. Yes, I'm a little crazy, so you can call me insane, insane in the membrane. But I'm a Larry Flint reading hustler, in my heart, trapped in a game of Psychosis You passed With neurosis Test Conduct I'm trying to focus She's my jelly bean She broke us With Mary Jane I go crazy With a moonbeam with my refs. You better call me insane. [Chorus] Insane in the membrane. Makes me walk over water. White Jesus searching for black Jesus. The doctor feel good? He's fucking plain. Mental boring. Wanna makes me go out dancing in the rain. Am I going insane? Obviously the mental state of my brain. Insane in the membrane. Insane in the brain. [Verse 2] Sang sitting there, it with rudi till the day came being insane on my brain i'm crazy to the foodie insane in the membrane but i am an OG and this is something you can't see he said he needed a comeback because selling nicks was lame Doctor no one likes you man you're a shame you're crazy you're the one who's insane in the membrane. Insane in the brain. Fuck this diagnosis of psychosis and neurosis. See my desire for the last. Fucked up what was love. Get the heart ready. Then I give them that flame. Crazy, psychotic or even insane in the membrane [Chorus] Insane in the brain! riding that big body shortly shortly be hitting the curb neighbors thought I was crazy cuckoo. Insane. In disturbed. High in interest and fame. Feeling kinda insane. Insane in the membrane. Saying somebody's crazy is the miss on one. Maybe I am a genius. That's a thought, Ron. Maybe my environment is ill and for those reasons you give me those pills. --------------- Now a Song, Not From my Ring Ding Dong, Donkey Kong Not the Prick, Not a rhyme about Dick Dong Licking But Just well maybe Abit Sicker, and Kinkier, Prick! Ping Pong, Rause eins twei, Dip Dip Hit, Nein Keine Hende, Remember My Swanse kan Tanze, Yeah Its Sick. Tirol, Touriste Gladiool, Cornholio Beavis and Butthead. T-pee Rock and Roll, Toilette Flushin, In SOI COWBOY a Moose with Curly, Larry and Mo are here too, Pooping Poo on a Ho, Lo fi, Low Budget Low, Rear End! Not Sci-fi, This is Hi Fi Stereo. and Science this is (Lekker) Pee Poo Pussy Ping Pong Pussy Ping Pong Yeah World records ROUND 1 SEE ME Pong, Floppin from ya Thai Puss Say, Ming Ping Pong Lit The Hit, Li Mei! From ya Clit, This is GONNA BE A Hitting Triggering Hetero, and some Gays IDK the Ping Pong, From within ya Thong, Thong Dong Dingling Ya Thong since ya High Skool Prom. oh Dingle Limg full with ya Ming, Dingaling shooting ya Ping Pong. From Ya Puss say Right Banging flyin in Hot-Air In my Beer Cup. Oh I Love this song, oh my Black Minged Dingalingalin Pimpin this Song. Hey Isnt this Cisco's Thong Song, Eh No Bro, Its Hit Hard Pussy Flow Its About Peep Puss Say Ping pong, The Thai Hitting so Hard, Glass Breaked, A Brutal Score by the most violent whore This so Marvelous, from ya Dingeling Open Invited Only Mens Club. Oh I neva seen anything but, this is quite a show. So Lets Go, Ho, Ho Ho, Say What? No, Go Hoes The Girl Isnt alone, 4 Chicks Battleling Puss See Ping Pongin The audiance, This Goes Further than Do Re Mi Fo So La Di Da Vida Captain Lorca Star Trek show. oh Lets Go One Knock out with a Ping Pong, His Skull is Broke, He's Bleeding, A Scout from Pimp Daddys Favorite's Hot Ho, Blown Out, Oh Oh, Go with the Flow, Lets Go Bro's and Ho's, (Eh I Mean Ladies...) Not With a Period, Are ya Serious This Is farout, the Funky, Dunk, I wish i could Have her in my Car Trunk, Kidnapped, Dip Dapped, Tied and Doing This Shit, All Over Again in my Private Home. Gaurding you with Flyin Machine Guns Drones, Givin a Show, 24 hours a day Si Mi Pong, Floppin from ya Thai Ping Pong Puss See? Ming Ping Pong, Lee, Lit The Hit, Gesund, Pee, From ya Clit, Trigger The Ping Pong, From within ya Thong, Thong Dong Dingling Ya Thong since ya High Skool Prom. oh Dingle Ling full with ya Ming, Dingaling shooting ya Ping Pong, Hit from ya Clit, Right Banging flyin in Hot-Air In my 2nd Beer Cup. Its Exploding , Glass and Beer in my Hair, Bing Rimmed no Ring Tones, She Scores, Doctor Bones, and all I think, Oh What a Silly Foursome Whores. from SOI COWBOY No Dumb Whores. No Ranting Trump Tourettes Twitter Scores But Pimp Daddy Doctor Boner Bones Ping Pong, Blimp Ding Dong, She Shoot She Scores, In Beer Cups. Ping Pong Blimp Ding Dong This is Noway not going Wrong, Ping Pong , World Cup, Record Scores Drop the Beat, get it in Repeat, Feel The Heat, These Girls are in Need, Going in Speed FOKKING XERO... PEACE LOVE... Diss and Piss... OUT ------------- "SickoMan (Certified Freak Edition)" (Verse 1) Did my lunges, burpees, thrusts, Flexed my junk, but it’s still just dust. I ate ten eggs and a protein shake, Now my bathroom’s in a toxic state. I punched the mirror, screamed "I’m a beast!" But my six-pack's still under a layer of yeast. There must be some damn way To make me hot before I decay! (Pre-Chorus) I wanna be big, I wanna be ripped, I wanna make nuns clutch their crucifix. Dissatisfied with my naked form, I wanna look like I was born in porn! (Chorus) SickoMan, SickoMan, Wish I could flex like an OnlyFans stan! SickoMan, SickoMan, I wanna make the whole world banned! (Verse 2) Woke up this morning, what did I see? A raccoon in bed, staring at me! Was it love? Was it fate? Nah, I was drunk and left the door open late. Gas bills, rent bills, lube bills, tax, The government’s taking me raw from the back! My landlord knocked, I hid in the tub, Now I live on the street selling feet pics for grub. (Pre-Chorus) I wanna change the world, I wanna be free, But first, I need my OnlyFans fee. Tried to save a dog from a tree, Fell on my ass, now the dog’s judging me. (Chorus) SickoMan, SickoMan, Wish I could fly but I barely can stand! SickoMan, SickoMan, I wanna be your worst one-night stand! (Verse 3) Looked in the paper, what did I see? The world’s on fire—just like me! Plague, war, strikes, corruption, Still can’t get a match on Tinder function. Hey girl, we gotta escape, Let’s rob a bank and relocate. I need you, but I scare you too, If I were SickoMan, we’d both break the rules! (Bridge) Doctor said my BMI’s a crime, But I can still do things with my tongue just fine. Tried to swim, nearly drowned, Now I’m on TikTok, half-naked and proud. SickoMan, SickoMan, Wish I could fly but I just faceplant! SickoMan, SickoMan, Turn my boss into a dinner ham! SickoMan, SickoMan, Certified freak, seven days a damn week! (Outro) I wanna be big, I wanna be bold, I wanna be banned in at least three time zones. SickoMan, SickoMan, Hope my mom never hears this jam. ---- Crack Hitler (Sieg Nein!) Verse 1 I’m Bobby Brown, the suburban king of sin, Master debater with a twisted grin. My hobbies include wrecking homes and minds, Turning nations into chaos of the darkest kind. They say I’m the devil; I just nod and agree, But the real truth is I’m high on PCP. Chorus They call me Crack Hitler, but I’m on Angel Dust, Got PCP in my veins; it’s a cocktail of lust. Sieg Nein! STD while drinking fine wine, Your doom tastes sweeter when the vintage is divine. Verse 2 I’m colorblind, baby; I see the world in ash, Every shade burns when I’m making a splash. My hands keep moving, jerking history astray, Milking out madness in gallons each day. They wrote my name in red on every nation’s wall, But I laugh at their fear—it’s the sweetest call. Chorus They call me Crack Hitler, but I’m on Angel Dust, Got PCP in my veins; it’s a cocktail of lust. Sieg Nein! STD while drinking fine wine, Your doom tastes sweeter when the vintage is divine. Bridge I debate myself, the voices never stop, One says “world peace,” the other screams “bomb the lot!” My mind’s a circus, my soul’s a freak show, And every time I climax, the fallout starts to glow. I built a legacy on chaos and lies, With STD-ridden vineyards and radioactive skies. Verse 3 Last night I raised a toast to my diabolical schemes, A goblet filled with wine and everyone’s screams. Daniel FX Staal laughed as I passed the cup, He said, “Bobby, you’ve won—you’ve fucked it all up!” Now the world’s my playground, an ashtray of despair, And I’m sipping vintage STD without a care. Chorus They call me Crack Hitler, but I’m on Angel Dust, Got PCP in my veins; it’s a cocktail of lust. Sieg Nein! STD while drinking fine wine, Your doom tastes sweeter when the vintage is divine. Outro So raise your glass to Bobby, the king of obscene, The master of destruction with a toxic routine. And when you hear the whispers of his twisted line, Just remember: Sieg Nein! And STD with wine. ------------------ My wife says it's just a phase, But I feel like a god, trapped in a cage. Can I get your attention, please? This rage, it ain't just a disease. Got kicked down, but I stood tall, Spoke my truth to the anti-hero's call. I'm not him, I’m FX Xero, Rising up from ground zero. (Pre-Chorus) I'm the one on a mission tonight, Breaking records, ain't afraid to fight. Pussy ping pong, I hit that gong, With Kong in my corner, I can't go wrong. (Chorus) Will the real Impotent Rage stand up? Screaming loud, don't give a damn what's up. In this messed-up tempo, I'm leading the way, All you imitators, you're just fadin' away. Stand up, stand up! FX Fokking Xero, I'm the one, not a bluff! Stand up, stand up! Impotent Rage, enough’s enough! (Verse 2) Mei Li's twerkin', eyes on the prize, But I'm locked in, aiming for the skies. With every shot, I make my play, In a world gone mad, I find my way. Rated R, but I’m breaking through, No limits, no chains, nothing’s taboo. Ka-bang, ka-ching, Godzilla reigns, But I’m here, laughing through the pain. (Pre-Chorus) I'm the one on a mission tonight, Breaking records, ain't afraid to fight. Pussy ping pong, I hit that gong, With Kong in my corner, I can't go wrong. (Chorus) Will the real Impotent Rage stand up? Screaming loud, don’t give a damn what’s up. In this messed-up tempo, I’m leading the way, All you imitators, you're just fadin' away. Stand up, stand up! FX Fokking Xero, I'm the one, not a bluff! Stand up, stand up! Impotent Rage, enough’s enough! (Bridge) I’m Ray Charles with vision so clear, And Stiffie Wonder, ain’t no fear. Can you feel the power inside? A storm that refuses to hide. (Final Chorus) Will the real Impotent Rage stand up? I’m the king, I ain’t givin’ up. In this messed-up tempo, I’m here to stay, While the world just fades away. Stand up, stand up! FX Fokking Xero, I’m the one, not a bluff! Stand up, stand up! Impotent Rage, now rise above!) -------------- Well, Bobby’s got a new plan in mind, He’s tired of the ladies and the wild grind, He heard about a sperm bank down the street, Said, “What the heck, I’ll make a donation, neat!” So he walked in, feeling all cocky, Said, “Give me a room, I’m feeling frisky and stocky!” The nurse said, “Bobby, you’re the man of the hour, You got the best genes, you’ve got the power!” (Chorus) Bobby’s seed, he’s gonna plant it deep, A little donation, now go to sleep. He’s makin’ babies, the whole damn town, 400 births, he’s knockin' ‘em down! (Verse 2) So Bobby came back, three times a week, Donatin' that stuff, it’s his new unique streak, The sperm bank’s been cashin’ in on his flow, As women lined up, they said, "Give me a go!" Single Catholic moms, all in a trance, Bobby’s seed had them doin’ a jig and a dance. They said, “Bobby, oh Bobby, we need you today, I want a little piece of that Bobby display!” (Chorus) Bobby’s seed, he’s plantin' it wide, Spreading his magic, no shame, no pride. 400 births, it’s a record that’s tall, Bobby’s the king, he’s answerin' the call! (Bridge) Now the whole damn town’s buzzin’, “What’s goin' on?” Bobby’s got babies comin’ all night long! From the nuns at the convent to the ladies next door, Every woman’s got a bun in the oven, that’s for sure! Bobby’s sittin' back with a grin on his face, Sippin' a soda, just lovin' the pace. He said, “I’m the father of a nation now, A thousand kids, look at me—wow!” (Chorus) Bobby’s seed, it’s rainin' down hard, 400 babies, he’s breakin' the guard. From every street, from every block, Bobby’s little swimmers are set to rock! (Verse 3) So Bobby’s walkin’ down the street, feelin’ fine, A parade of babies marchin' in a line, He said, “I’m the father of the year, that’s right, All these little Bobs, they’re out of sight!” But then he stopped, and he scratched his head, Thought, “How many of these kids are mine instead?” He looked at a baby in a stroller, so sweet, But the baby was screamin'—he had two left feet! (Chorus) Bobby’s seed, it’s a bit too much, 400 kids, and they're all outta touch. Bobby’s got babies from dawn 'til night, But none of them are normal, none of them are right! (Bridge) One baby’s walkin' on all fours, Another’s singin’ opera, what’s in store? One’s speakin’ Latin, one’s playin' the harp, And Bobby’s thinkin’, “What’s gone wrong with my spark?” His seed’s a curse, a real wild mess, 400 babies, each one’s a hot press! (Outro Punchline) Then Bobby looked up and said with a sigh, “Well, I guess I’ll go back and give it another try, But next time, maybe I’ll just wear a hat, To keep my magic from going so... flat.” (Final Line) Bobby’s seed—he’s the father of the town, You are now about to witness the strength of Internet Shitzkabap Straight outta Tex-Ass, crazy motherfucker named Alex Jone-ass From the Gang Bang called Info Wars When He's called off, He's got Faced off (Twitter too) Squeeze the Wigger, and Google Cunts Cut his Name off You too, Toy, if ya Censored me The Gov are gonna hafta come and get me Off yo Blastoff, that's how I'm goin out For the Shady motherfuckers that I rant out Wigga start to mumble, they wanna rumble Mix em and Goverment Conspirio Goin off on a motherfucker like that with a gat that's pointed at yo ass So give it up Dude Ain't no tellin when I'm down for an Alien Abduction Here's a Fuhrer rap to keep yo dancin with a crime record like Michael Jackson AK-47 is the tool Don't make me act the Sandy Hook, Not Cool Me you can go Toe to Toe, no maybe I'm knockin Hillary out tha box, daily yo weekly, monthly and yearly until Donald Trump motherfucka see clearly that I'm Not down with the capitol, You Know Me!? Google you can't Block him So when I'm Back on youtube, you better duck Coz Alex Jones is crazy as fuck As Long as he Breathes, He's Rants to the Sheep Not givin a Peep... Peep Peep Out in the void where the cosmos sing, Puzzy Ping Pong set the world to swing. With paddles of stardust and moons in her grip, Her galaxy's rhythm makes the universe flip. Puzzy Ping Pong, she rules the scene, Her cosmic game, like a lucid dream. Monster kock’s roar shakes the night, Together they burn in a radiant fight. Through black hole halls and Saturn's rings, The ping pong queen plays while the chaos clings. Monster kock watches with a fiery gaze, Their love a battle in the astral maze. Nebula nets and comets fly, Each serve a spark, a cosmic high. Their lustful game bends time and space, In her court, he’s caught in her starry embrace. Puzzy Ping Pong, her racket swings, Monster kock trembles as the universe sings. Galaxies quake when their passion ignites, A saga of fire in the endless night. She spins her serve, it warps the tide, Planets align, then collide. Monster kock strikes with a blazing thrust, Their match explodes in cosmic dust. Her hips sway like the Milky Way, Each move a rhythm that none can play. Monster kock bows, caught in her pull, Her gravity’s force makes his soul feel full. Puzzy Ping Pong, she’s the queen of the stars, Monster kock’s flame burns brighter than Mars. Together they clash, their legends grow, A cosmic ballad where the wild winds blow. They set records across the astral plain, Puzzy Ping Pong with her cosmic reign. Monster kock, her eternal rival, In their game of lust and survival. Her spin shots echo through time and space, His counterattack leaves a fiery trace. Paddles clash, the cosmos cheers, Their match ignites a million years. Puzzy Ping Pong, the starlight queen, Monster kock bows to her fiery scene. Together they rise, their power untold, A cosmic romance, fierce and bold. From black hole depths to the galaxy’s end, Their battle of passion refuses to bend. Stars explode with every score, Puzzy Ping Pong demands encore. Monster kock roars, his might unleashed, Puzzy’s return shot makes him cease. She conquers the court with her cosmic charm, Leaving his ego forever disarmed. Puzzy Ping Pong, her victory sings, Monster kock kneels as the universe rings. Through chaos and lust, their tale does burn, An endless game where the cosmos turns. Now the stars whisper their epic tale, Of love and games that shattered the veil. Puzzy Ping Pong, a goddess supreme, Monster kock’s roar fuels the dream. In reggae rhythm, their story's told, Of fire and lust, so raw and bold. Their cosmic game lives on in song, Puzzy Ping Pong and the Monster kock strong. Puzzy Ping Pong, her racket swings, Monster kock roars as the universe sings. Forever their legend will echo on, A reggae ballad of lust and dawn.