| 11102 |
It ain't easy being greasy in a world full of cleanliness. |
Limp Bizkit, |
N2 Gether Now |
| 11103 |
It doesn't matter what's right, it's only wrong if you get caught. |
Tool, |
Jerk-Off |
| 11104 |
It's hard enough to get laid in this generation, why not take advantage of a sick situation? I said, crack whores, crack whores, crack whores rule. |
Vaginal Discharge, |
Crack Whores Rule |
| 11105 |
It's just a dead child, an object I've defiled. Yes, I know it's wrong, you'd rather it was your Mom? |
Gwar, |
Have You Seen Me |
| 11106 |
It's okay to run out of butter in Zambia. Just smear squashed caterpillars on your toast. |
Lard, |
The Power Of Lard |
| 11107 |
It's two o'clock in the morning, they're not going to get any nooky anyway, so this one guy and the guy with the t-shirt guy started sniffing the girls panties. |
Frank Zappa, |
The Jazz Discharge Party Hats |
| 11108 |
I've drunk that, I've drunk this, I've spewed up on a pint of piss. So what? |
Anti-Nowhere League, |
So What |
| 11109 |
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue. I do declare, there were times I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. |
Simon and Garfunkel, |
The Boxer |
| 11110 |
Knew this white trash girl, we each threw in a ten. She took us to a cheap motel and turned us into men. |
Bon Jovi, |
Blood On Blood |
| 11111 |
Libido, fascination, too much oral defecation. White trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy. |
Marilyn Manson, |
Cake And Sodomy |
| 11112 |
Life is short and quid pro quo, and what's so strange about a down home family romance? |
Steely Dan, |
Cousin Dupree |
| 11113 |
Light a match to my ass cause I'm blown up. |
Beastie Boys, |
Professor Booty |
| 11114 |
Maybe I'll find a Mad Mother on patrol. Hit her car, smash it up, pull her out, beat her up. |
Slayer, |
Drunk Drivers Against Mad Mothers |
| 11115 |
Maybe I'll make a huge color tapestry from my belly button lint. |
Weird Al Yankovic, |
Calling In Sick |
| 11116 |
Maybe we can have some fun, maybe we can burn someone. |
Dead Milkmen, If You Love Someone, |
Set Them On Fire |
| 11117 |
Mixing together post-natal juices, the dead infant used as stock. Slurping this horrendous concoction, eat the cervical slop. |
Carcass, |
Embryonic Necropsy And Devourment |
| 11118 |
More drink, more dreams, more bed, more drugs, more lust, more lies, more head, more love. |
The Cure, |
Want |
| 11119 |
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold, my angel is a centerfold. |
J. Geils Band, |
Centerfold |
| 11120 |
My hair, let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees, give a home to the fleas. |
Hair; Cowsills, |
Hair |
| 11121 |
My sister never made love to anyone else but me, incest is everything it's said to be. |
Prince, |
Sister |