I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks (Album Version) Bloodhound Gang

I just wish I was queer so I could get Chicks dig guys that are Queer guys that don't dig Chicks that don't dig guys like me See I'm not queer I'm too ugly But if I were handsome just imagine

I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

I just wish I was queer so I could get chicks Chicks dig guys that are Queer guys that don't dig Chicks that don't dig guys like me See I'm not queer I'm too ugly But if I were handsome just imagine how

I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks Bloodhound Gang

I just wish I was queer so I could get chicks Chicks dig guys that are Queer guys that don't dig Chicks that don't dig guys like me See I'm not queer I'm too ugly But if I were handsome just imagine

I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks The Bloodhound Gang

I just wish I was queer so I could get chicks Chicks dig guys that are Queer guys that don't dig Chicks that don't dig guys like me See I'm not queer I'm too ugly But if I were handsome just imagine

Boom (Album Version) Bloodhound Gang

Yo, Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle together on this track.

Shut Up (Album Version) Bloodhound Gang

I'm Jimmy Pop here in a jiffy heat me up and add oil I'm like a zit a wart a corn a cyst a festering boil I get under your skin and I sebaceously form I'm as deep as the plot to an amateur gay porn

Balls Out (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

Potent is the flow which is wicked sick So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick Potent is the flow which is wicked sick So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick I don't give

No Hard Feelings (Album Version) Bloodhound Gang

fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Maybe you got screwed but I

It's Tricky (Album Version) Bloodhound Gang

This beat is my recital I think it's very vital To rock a rhyme That's right on time It's tricky tricky yo here we go It's tricky to rock a rhyme To rock a rhyme that's right on time It's

Ralph Wiggum (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

I'm going to Africa, yes ma'am, I'm a brick, was President Lincoln. Okay, Mittens! There's a dog in the vent, chicken necks, I pick Ken Griffey Jr.

Asleep At The Wheel (Album Version) Bloodhound Gang

let Satan ride shotgun You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none Get up you're asleep at the wheel I-95 eight lanes wide Midnight drive take a ride Alongside east coast

Kiss Me Where It Smells Funny (Album Version) Bloodhound Gang

me by the ears and said kiss me where it smells funny So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes I can tell I'm doin' somethin' right by the way that she blushes She's the one that's speechless I'm the

Boom (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

Yo Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle together on this track Stop as we drop this bomb Blow up this place like another Vietnam Heavy like a Tyson blow to the dome Back up son give me room give me room

Pennsylvania (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

puck We are special people's club We are the half shirts with Irreverent spring break top ten lists We are munsoned we are squat We are flashing twelve o'clock We are spread out butt cheeks Pulled apart so

Going Nowhere Slow (Album Version) Bloodhound Gang

Got the mike in my hand but can I make you understand That a-hole bands have a-hole fans Bloodhound's the name and the Gang's to blame Like Chan n' Chin the Siamese twins it's one in the same So

Shut Up (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

The morn' that I was born my old man beat up the doctor He clocked the doctor cause the doctor said I looked like Chewbacca The doctor said sir you're misled sir which infers you mistook me I did not mean

Fire Water Burn (Album Version) Bloodhound Gang

We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn Burn motherfucker burn Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high I

Why's Everybody Always Pickin' On Me? (Album Version) Bloodhound Gang

The morn' the morn' the morn' The morn' that I was born my old man beat up the doctor He clocked the doctor 'cause the doctor said I looked like Chewbacca The doctor said sir you're misled sir which

Going Nowhere Slow (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

Got the mike in my hand but can I make you understand That a-hole bands have a-hole fans Bloodhound's the name and the Gang's to blame Like Chan n' Chin the Siamese twins it's one in the same So fame ain't

Your Only Friends Are Make Believe (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

I just got your message baby So sad to see you fade away What in the world is this feeling To catch a breath and leave me reeling It'll get you in the end, its god's revenge Oh I know I should come clean

No Hard Feelings (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

to fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday anymore Maybe you got screwed but I

Farting With A Walkman On (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

I know you're gonna blame me when you get wind I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again But if you cover your ass with the same old song You might as well be farting, farting with a walkman

Asleep At The Wheel (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

let Satan ride shotgun You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none Get up you're asleep at the wheel I-95 eight lanes wide Midnight drive take a ride Alongside east coast tide

Why's Everybody Always Pickin' On Me? (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

Let me take you back to the day that I met my China girl When I landed a 'Pam' like on the San Fran Real World I was sweating like a vegetable inside of a wok I'd never been to Asia Minor but I was gonna

Lift Your Head Up High (And Blow Your Brains Out) (Album Version) Bloodhound Gang

, Or could you live drinkin' your own whiz?, Are you hooked on a feeling are you hooked on gin-n-tonics?, Are you hooked on fistin are you hooked on phonics?

Why`s Everybody Always Pickin` On Me? (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

Let me take you back to the day that I met my China girl When I landed a 'Pam' like on the San Fran Real World I was sweating like a vegetable inside of a wok I'd never been to Asia Minor but I was

Your Only Friends Are Make Believe (Album Version) Bloodhound Gang

Yeah, well I sing like an amputee though. Why? 'Cause can't hold a note, can't carry a tune. Knock knock Mr. Rogers it's Mr. McFeelie I've brought you a letter Speedy Delivery Well Mr.

Fire Water Burn (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

is on fire We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn Burn motherfucker burn Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high So

Coo Coo Ca Choo Bloodhound Gang

do to you You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo now what ya gonna do Oil me up quick miss daisy

No Hard Feelings (The Magnus Winbjörk Remix (Explicit Version)) Bloodhound Gang

Maybe you got screwed but i dumped you `cause you ain`t nothin` but trash I put out despite the fact that you`re like a hawaiian punch moustache Right under my nose thinking i`m so colonel klink oblivious

You're Pretty When I'm Drunk Bloodhound Gang

Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty Cause I'm Mr.

A LAP DANCE IS SO MUCH BETTER WHEN THE STRIPPER IS Bloodhound Gang

I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love. It had been a while.

No Hard Feelings (The Craig Groove Remix (Explicit Version)) Bloodhound Gang

fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Maybe you got screwed but I

Go Down Bloodhound Gang

Step back cause the bass is fuzzin' Bloodhound Gang bangs more than the Dirty Dozen Alley oop here comes the slam you know where I stand I'm feelin' like Anthrax cause you know I'm the man Yea I dug

No Hard Feelings (The D.J. Q-Ball Remix (Explicit Version)) Bloodhound Gang

fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Maybe you got screwed but I

Along Comes Mary Bloodhound Gang

Along Comes Mary Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely Someone calls on me And every now and then I spend my time at rhyme and verse And curse those faults in me And then along

Wish (Album Version) Beautiful Creatures

always the same It's gotta change Sometimes pretty ain't pretty at all You draw me in, let me fall Can't quit it, baby, I'm a junkie for ya Yeah, I wish I was something Yeah, I wish I could fly

Something Diabolical (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side Something diabolical Idle hands are bound for the Damned once sam went down to georgia Speed was

Kiss Me Where It Smells Funny Bloodhound Gang

You came twice last year like a Sears catalog Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're

THREE POINT ONE FOUR Bloodhound Gang

Yeah but that was alright She was hotter than the sun but she just wasn't that bright My mistake she was more flaky than a leper colony I think a wooden clothespin would have been much better company

Rang Dang The Bloodhound Gang

Baseball Bat Upside The Head Until It Bleeds Showing No Mercy Step Like Solomon Grundy Hit Ya With A Table Leg Like I Was Ted Bundy I Bludgeoned You You're Bloodied I Think It's Kinda Of Funny First I'll

Lift Your Head Up High (And Blow Your Brains Out) (Album Version) The Bloodhound Gang

I'm Jimmy Pop here in a jiffy heat me up and add oil I'm like a zit a wart a corn a cyst a festering boil I get under your skin and I sebaceously form I'm as deep as the plot to an amateur gay porn Keep

Breathless (Album Version) Vanessa Williams

close to me Every moment perfect wish this could last eternally I love the feelin' I get with every kiss you're givin' me I don't know what it is about you babe But I wish that you could stay

The Flowers (Album Version) Amerie

You should have did so much more to show you loved me Im wishing I wish you would have gave me The Flowers (when I could smell them) And Im wishing I wish you would have held me for hours (when

Summer (Album Version) Alien Ant Farm

So you finally fessed up to her All the lies you said Now you kindly kiss up to her But the feeling dead Several days have passed now Darker than any damn cloud now Liquid sunshine falls down

Asleep At The Wheel Bloodhound Gang

up to no good God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel

Still (Album Version) Remy Ma

was so proud I was so very happy, stood with my baby daddy...

A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When The Stripper Is Crying The Bloodhound Gang

Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely Someone calls on me And every now and then I spend my time in rhyme and verse And curse those faults in me And then along comes Mary Then along comes

Boom Bloodhound Gang

Yo Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle together on this track Stop as we drop this bomb Blow up this place like another Vietnam Heavy like a Tyson blow to the dome Back up son give me room give

HELL YEAH Bloodhound Gang

thou shall not make a "Speed 2" If I were God that's what I'd do Heavens no Hell yeah Hell yeah Hell yeah Hell yeah If I were God I'd get a bunch of slaves to do everything Norwegian lesbians