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| This is a page dedicated to all the song lyrics that got cut. Now we don't understand why people wouldn't want to sing these lyrics. You guys be the judge of these lyrics and see if they're any good. Have fun!!! |
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I think I farted again I made you believe That it was my friend...oh baby It meet sime like finesse But it does not mean That I am that fresh But to lose all my senses When I fart, that's typically me Oh baby, baby Chorus Oops...I farted again I stunk up the room Got lost in the fumes Oh baby, baby Oops...you think that I'm fresh But in my loneliness I'm not that innocent You see my problem is gas I cough out my ass Wishing that I did not have this problem I cry sitting in class I feel like a fool Hearing them laugh But to lose all my senses When I fart, that's typically me Oh baby, baby Chorus Oops...I farted again I stunk up the room Got lost in the fumes Oh baby, baby Oops...you think that I'm fresh But in my loneliness I'm not that innocent I got this off a list and it's hillarious! Sung to the tune of the rap song "Forgot About Dre" Y'all know me The white ghetto 'G' With my diamond T Hated on by most these wiggers With no G's, no ass, no JC's, No curls, no jewelry, No pools, no Benzmobiles, no jet skis Mad at me cuz I can finally afford To provide a boob job for Britney Got a crib with a gate - yo And some beatbox tracks To add to my N SYNC plaques Hangin up in my bathroom To look at them when I go pee Did y'all think I'd let my fro leave? Chris, please? I have to get down on BOTH knees? Who you think God spent time on...ME Who you think brought you the JC's? The Joey's? Poo Foo's? and MMC's? Chris with the dreads, please? And the group that said N SUCK on TV. I have a tape full of dope beats I bump when I stroll through in my hood But when Lance's dancing wasn't doing too good Who was the crunkster they told him to go see? Y'all better look at me closely All you teenies that say that you love pop In your tube tops All are the reason that JC's ain't been gettin no sleep. So I'll thrust y'all. All y'all. I know y'all love me - JUSTY. Y'all gonna keep waiting around for me And dream one day you'll marry me. Now a days all the critics wanna talk Like they got sumptin to say My tongue comes out when I lick my lips Joey speaks in jibberish And Pearlman wants to act like he forgot about J. Now a days all the critics wanna talk Like they got sumptin to say My tongue comes out when I lick my lips Joey speaks in jibberish And Pearlman wants to act like he forgot about J. So what do you say bout somebody like J? The kid who brought forceful thrustin your way? Came up with the line eat eat eat all day? Basketball, baby, is what I play Everyday I look so fly With my do rag on Without hair dye The mirror caught my eye Cuz I'm hooked up in a jean jacket made by Karl Kani I don't give a fuck cuz I am so hot I would even look good in polka dots And I'm crunk as fuck Standing next to my chromed out truck In my 10 car garage. All the hos want to spread their legs Wanna get me off...I'm JRT BITCH! I sing pop And I'm a gonna kill Lou and Christo's dumb ass mutha fuckin pissin dog And when the teenies come And try to look for my pimped out house With a fist full of pens And a coat full of patches The gate keeps them out (from here) So from here on out is the puppet crew NSA and no more Lou But I'm still crunk enough to thrust you to death in my baby blue. Butta Baby Hotter than Nick Carter, lately In my Mercedes Benz With the windows up I was conceived up in the early 80's Callin Lance a lady Christo's always been CrAzY There's no way that you can hate me I'm crunk to all ladies (JuJu) Now a days all the critics wanna talk Like they got sumptin to say My tongue comes out when I lick my lips Joey speaks in jibberish And Pearlman wants to act like he forgot about J. Now a days all the critics wanna talk Like they got sumptin to say My tongue comes out when I lick my lips Joey speaks in jibberish And Pearlman wants to act like he forgot about J. If it was up to me You teenies would stop comin up to me with your pens out Lookin up to me Like you want ass free When my last CD was out you were sure bumpin me But now that I got 19 on me Everybody wanna roll wit me Joe got some disease And you'll get a thrust from me Cuz I'm from Tennessee SO CRUNK THIS I told em all All the concert tickets Who's ass do you think sold em all Now you wanna run around talkin bout haircuts? Cuz I ain't got one? What? Don't like my fro at all? And I'm so well off Now all I get is fan mail all day Sayin cut it off What? Cuz my curls are rad And blond is bad Trying to get this damn do rag off? I ain't hearing that This is the hair processing aftermath My hair is a fro and that's a fact Cuz I don't want the platinum back And fuck that, I'll just wear a hat So where's all the damn teenies at? They'll always stalk me in my habitat And all you rabid fans Know that I am strapped with cash And this ass, Nick could neva match. Now a days all the critics wanna talk Like they got sumptin to say My tongue comes out when I lick my lips Joey speaks in jibberish And Pearlman wants to act like he forgot about J. Now a days all the critics wanna talk Like they got sumptin to say My tongue comes out when I lick my lips Joey speaks in jibberish And Pearlman wants to act like he forgot about J. Now a days all the critics wanna talk Like they got sumptin to say My tongue comes out when I lick my lips Joey speaks in jibberish And Pearlman wants to act like he forgot about J. (It’s gonna be me) You might smell bad babe Your toes can’t hide the smell don’t come and go I remember you told me That they made fun of you No socks, No shoes Maybe that’s why Every little thing you do the smell’s to much for you You need dr. scholls again No one works like him Baby, when you finally Get to wash something Guess what It’s gonna be feet You’ve got no choice babe But to move on, and you know There aint no time to waste, cause you’re just Too smelly to see But in the end you know it’s gonna be feet I can’t deny The smell makes me cry Chorus There comes a day when your shoes will leave You’ll see It’s gonna…it’s gonna be feet All that you do Is not enough for me Im still wanna leave you But im not like that When finally you get a pedicure Guess what, guess what You’re still gonna reek Chorus No Hoes (To the tune of No Scrubs) A hoe is a girl that thinks she's fly And is also known as Britney Always showin off her cup size It's not hard to see So, no, Justin don't want your number No, he doesn't think your fly And no, he don't want to meet you no where He doesn't want none of your time No, Justin don't want no hoes He doesn't like girls that change their cup size Wearin halter tops with flabby stomachs tryin to holla at him He don't want no hoes Girls like Britney tryin to get a man Thinkin they can sing real good when all they do is lip it to a tape Ther are other hoes besides Britney But Britney sticks out more Cause she's lookin like trash With a big fat ass Tryin to get a man But no, Justin don't want no hoes He doesn't like girls that change their cup size Wearin halter tops with flabby stomachs tryin to holla at him He don't want no hoes Girls like Britney tryin to get a man Thinkin they can sing real good when all they do is lip it to a tape If you have implants Oh yes girl I'm talkin to you If your only shirt comels midlength Oh yes girl I'm talkin to you If you wanna be Mariah Oh yes girl I'm talkin to you Wanna get with someone who don't want you Oh no guys don't want no hoes No hoes No love No hoes No love No, no No, Justin don't want no hoes He doesn't like girls that change their cup size Wearin halter tops with flabby stomachs tryin to holla at him He don't want no hoes Girls like Britney tryin to get a man Thinkin they can sing real good when all they do is lip it to a tape Now this song is called "You Make Me Crazy". It's to the tune of "You Drive Me Crazy". Britney actually wrote this one first and only distributed it to a lucky few but after the song was misunderstood she released the second version for the world which you hear now. I don't see how anyone could misunderstand this song. To the tune of "You Drive Me Crazy" Justin I'm so into you But I'm a whore What do I do Justin I think I love you But I don't know if you love me too Everytime I think of you I want you badly It's easy to see Everyone knows what I'd do Just to have you in the same bed with me You make me crazy I never sleep Thinkin about you Makes me weep You make me crazy But it will be all right Once you know that I am cheap You'll be with me Justin decides to play the tape Britney made for him while driving in his ML320. He began to sing his own second verse. It went a little something like this... Britney You are a whore You'd think I want you What do you take me for Britney Go be in the blue, uh I am not wasting My time with you Everytime I think of you It makes me want to kill myself, what do I do You make me Crazy I just can't sleep I am afraid you'll come rape me You make me crazy But it will be all right Once I tell my bodyguard I can sleep at night Back to Britney singing... Crazy I love you hun I'm so excited Cause soon you'll come Back to Justin singing in his car... Crazy That is what you are Girl you must be sycho Cause I don't love you The end!!! If you have any ideas or lyrics for a song email me at Mar566jg@aol.com. I'm open for all ideas. |
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