| 967 |
You don't need a doctor, you need a vet. |
Queen, |
Love On A Tightrope |
| 968 |
You even worry my pet. |
Joe Jones, |
You Talk Too Much |
| 969 |
You grimy as birds shittin' on the top of ya Fords. |
50 Cent, |
That's Whats Up |
| 970 |
You had harpoon marks and your boobies they were hairy. |
Bloodhound Gang, |
You're Pretty When I'm Drunk |
| 971 |
You look like you been whupped by an ugly stick. |
Bo Diddley, |
Say Man |
| 972 |
You must believe in cranial chaos. |
Autopsy, |
Hole In The Head |
| 973 |
You must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World Records as the dumbest. |
Puff Daddy, |
Special Delivery |
| 974 |
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot, Happy Christmas. |
The Pogues, |
Fairytale Of New York |
| 975 |
You think you're smart, that's stupid. |
ABC, |
Poison Arrow |
| 976 |
You titty suckin' two balled bitch. |
Korn, |
K@#0%! |
| 977 |
You were born as a premature birth, defaced, miscarriage would be a better word. |
Pungent Stench, |
Sick Bizarre Defaced Creation |
| 978 |
You were just a waste of sperm. |
Slayer, |
I Hate You |
| 979 |
Your face looked like something Death brought with him in his suitcase. |
Warren Zevon, |
The French Intruder |
| 980 |
Your girlfriend use to be a guy. |
Primus, |
Pork Soda |
| 981 |
Your mind has turned to applesauce. |
Steely Dan, |
Cousin Dupree |
| 982 |
Your mouth is like a funeral where kisses go to die. |
Jack Off Jill, |
Clear Hearts Grey Flowers |
| 983 |
Your mouth smells like my jock strap. |
Kool Moe Dee, |
Death Blow |
| 984 |
Your pot belly, I'd give that a 10 for size. |
Bobby Bare, |
Numbers |
| 985 |
Your thumb and forefinger supposed to show you're not a wild beast. |
Crash Test Dummies, |
In The Days Of The Caveman |
| 986 |
You're a double dork butt rash. |
Frank Zappa, |
Luigi And The Wise Guys |