Bloodhound Gang Clean Up In Aisle Sexy

Pucker up you pig

Kiss me like I hear they kiss

On oil rigs

(You know the drill)

Let’s get third world

Me boy with one boom boom stick

And you girl

(If you open your mind)

Put me down

Draw blood

Like Mel Gibson taught you how

To make love

Let the kitty be unleashed

Drop me like an injured wildebeest

Clean up in aisle sexy

Clean up in aisle sexy

Clean up in aisle sexy

Shaka laka locked and loaded

Locked and loaded, locked and loaded

Shaka laka locked and loaded

Locked and loaded, locked and loaded

Shaka laka locked and loaded

Locked and loaded, locked and loaded

Shaka laka locked and loaded

Clean up in aisle sexy

Pirate hunt

Viking grasp

Positions learning pole pots

Yoga class

(War crime sex)

Smell the friction

Like fine wine

Oakland Raiders locker-room

Sixty nine

Gettin’ lucky

Then it hurts

Like a Wednesday’s child at

Joan Crawford’s

Missing link

Hardcore

Romance they don’t even have

Words for

(Shane Crone got a space-whip)

Clean up in aisle sexy

Clean up in aisle sexy

Clean up in aisle sexy

Clean up in aisle sexy

Shaka laka locked and loaded

Locked and loaded, locked and loaded

Shaka laka locked and loaded

Locked and loaded, locked and loaded

Shaka laka locked and loaded

Locked and loaded, locked and loaded

Shaka laka locked and loaded

Clean up in aisle sexy

Gestapo no macht schnell

Treat me like there’s no hell

Gestapo no macht schnell

Clean up in aisle sexy

Gestapo no macht schnell

Treat me like there’s no hell

Gestapo no macht schnell

Clean up in aisle sexy

Gestapo no macht schnell

Treat me like there’s no hell

Gestapo no macht schnell

Clean up in aisle sexy

Gestapo no macht schnell

Treat me like there’s no hell

Gestapo no macht schnell

Clean up in aisle sexy

Bloodhound Gang Altogether Ooky

Caught you

Sniffing my boxers

Who the fuck does that

At Red Lobster?

Creepy

Like when Tom Cruise laughs

That’s how your finger

Felt in my ass

I’m gonna come to your house on the back of a horse with

A bunch of villagers carrying torches

Most of whom dislike monsters like you, girl

The way

Your kisses tasted

Skeeve me the hell out

Like shitting naked

Why would

I wanna stay friends?

Rather get raped by

Clowns again

I’m gonna come to your house on the back of a horse with

A bunch of villagers carrying torches

Most of whom dislike monsters like you, girl

I’m gonna go to your house on the back of a horse with

A bunch of villagers carrying torches

Most of whom dislike monsters like you, girl

I rub the lotion on the skin

Or else I get the hose again

I rub the lotion on the skin

Or else I get the hose again

I rub the lotion on the skin

Or else I get the hose again

I rub the lotion on the skin

Or else I get the hose again

I rub the lotion on the skin

Or else I get the hose again

I rub the lotion on the skin

Or else I get the hose again…

Bloodhound Gang I’m The Least You Could Do

It always sucks refolding the kind of map

Needed when i get stuck where the sun don’t shine the fact

Is if i just shut up my rubbered stamp could flag you as dumb

It ain’t your mind you’re givin’ me a piece of

As it don’t take einstein to know that’s just obscene but

It’s been buck rogers’ time since i hit other than rock bottom

Even the odds of having you against me

With your crotchless jihad on blue balls evidently

Are all mighty good god so angel dust my soul like james brown

Street leagl whore hauling so much stunning ass

Sell yourself short like bridget at the bunny ranch

Do it all fours the satisfaction of getting fouled

I’m the least you could do

If only life were as easy as you

I’m the least you could do

If only life were as easy as you

I would still get screwed

I don’t care if getting under someone that’s

Beneath you fits the m.o. of conundrum as

You reckoned this was just a fancy word for rubbers

I aim to get a bang out of working your

Weak spot that sets the bar so low just nerve can score

With no respect since oddly danger feels like pay dirt

I’m the least you could do

If only life were as easy as you

I’m the least you could do

If only life were as easy as you

I’m the least you could do

If only life were as easy as you

If only

When my fumbling breaks you should

I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

When my fumbling breaks you should

I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

When my fumbling breaks you should

I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

When my fumbling breaks you should

I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

Bloodhound Gang The Ten Coolest Things About New Jersey

Here are the 10 coolest things about New Jersey

Hit it boys, get away from me, can’t you see

I’m just losing you, aren’t you just on your own?

The new things

10, shit, 9, fuck, 8, cunt and 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, bitches

Almost the end of the song

Go, go, go, go crash bitches hell you made us stop

The song let’s start again up, down the Jersey continues

Still alone, off the bar, locked in a cage alone in the 10 10

(10 10)

Coolest things about New Jersey that’s all goodbye

Bloodhound Gang Dimes

Where to begin?

They call me tropical storm Jim

Here’s your really local forecast, there’s a warm front moving in

Pin drop, yeah you heard it when I moon walked in the room

While around the water cooler at the Legion of Doom

They’re shouting

“Why’s the new guy with the sweet moves talking that smack?”

Well I’m the kind of crazy made from the shit of a bat

I swing like hell but know full well that I won’t win the fight

But big man I’m the beta male that’s gonna ruin your night

[Pre-Chorus:]

My rhymes score dimes ain’t nothing you can do

It’s hard to clap with your dick in your hand dude

I write the songs that girls like to dance to

I write the songs that girls like to dance to

[Chorus:]

I write the songs that girls like to dance to

I write the songs that girls like to dance to

What? Who me? Who am I? Well I’m just awesome

Like watching someone else getting kicked in the balls and DJs hit pause when I waltz in,

my thoughts enthrall crowds for hours and it would come at no surprise if I had magical powers, poof

Buy me beers, cheers. Here’s to blood, sweat and tears for fears

Yes I get stupid like a baby with pierced ears

So drop me like them panties drop when I drop knowledge

Danger was my middle name but I changed it in college

[Pre-Chorus x2]

[Chorus]

Make them motherfuckers sweat [x12]

Make them disco babies wet

Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick

Get stuck in her head like porn star dick

[x2]

Make them motherfuckers sweat

Make them motherfuckers sweat

Make them motherfuckers sweat

Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick

Make them motherfuckers sweat

Make them motherfuckers sweat

Make them motherfuckers sweat

Get stuck in her head like porn star dick

[x2]

Bloodhound Gang Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Vulcanize the whoopee stick

In the ham wallet

Cattle prod the oyster ditch

With the lap rocket

Batter dip the cranny ax

In the gut locker

Retrofit the pudding hatch

Ooh la la

With the boink swatter

If I get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then

In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though

I Brazilian wax poetic so hypothetically

I don’t wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Marinate the nether rod

In the squish mitten

Power drill the yippee bog

With the dude piston

Pressure wash the quiver bone

In the bitch wrinkle

Cannonball the fiddle cove

Ooh la la

With the pork steeple

If I get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then

In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though

I Brazilian wax poetic so hypothetically

I don’t wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Put the you know what in the you know where

Put the you know what in the you know where

Put the you know what in the you know where

Put the you know what in the you know where pronto

Bloodhound Gang Why’s Everybody Always Pickin’ On Me

Why is everbody always pickin’ on me?

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 your lovely wife was shackin’ up with a wookie

What I mean is Wolverine is less hairy than your son

He’s looks like Chewie Baba Booey Baba Booey and Hong Kong Phooey all in one

To put it mild your new-born child’s completely nutty fu-fu lookin’

I’d shove him back into the oven until he is done cookin’

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Cause my fifteen year-old cousin has less acne

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Ain’t brushed them teeth since 1983

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Cause you got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Cause you’re white but you got a nose like Bill Cosby

Why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Always pickin’ and rippin’ apart poor ol’ Jimmy Pop Ali

I got a schnoz like the ‘Cos’ but there’s a lot more wrong with you

So back me up Bill yea and you’re ugly too

So what if I brush my teeth with a piece of cheddar cheese

Or where a fish net shirt by Chams with my Sergio Valenti jeans

And my mirror never lies but it always verifies

I got more cheese and pepperoni than a homemade pizza pie

You compare me to a Monchichi but I don’t understand

Why I’m scorned like I’m deformed like the Elephant Man

And yea I took my mom to the prom but hey she asked me first

But at least this time I didn’t find my date in the back of a hearse

About as popular with the girls with Englebert Humperdink

And that might be ’cause everybody calls me Shrinky Dink

I know I’m known as Polaroid I’m not a total retard

It’s cause I’m done in sixty seconds and you’ll still want it enlarged

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Cause ya wore velour flares until the late Eighties

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Cause you run like a girl and sit down to pee

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

You took your mom to the prom but still got lucky

Like that episode where Gilligan gets sick of being teased

And he breaks into the Professor’s lab and makes some LSD

Peaks freaks and eats the Skipper’s brains then beats Ginger with coconuts

As Mr. Howell and Lovey burn alive inside their grass hut

Oh he’ll kill again that Gilligan they he should of let him be

And like a postal clerk I’ll go beserk if you don’t stop teasing me

See the trick is only pick on those that can’t do you no harm

Like the drummer from Def Leppard’s only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard’s only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard’s only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard’s only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard’s only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard’s only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard’s only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard’s only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard’s only got one arm

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Cause my fifteen year-old cousin has less acne

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Ain’t brushed them teeth since 1983

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Cause you got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Cause you’re white but you got a nose like Bill Cosby

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Cause ya wore velour flares until the late Eighties

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Cause you run like a girl and sit down to pee

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady

But why’s everbody always pickin’ on me?

Cause no one likes you monkey boy.

Bloodhound Gang No Hard Feelings

Ain’t my job

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 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

But how could i not see you got off scot-free ’cause i know this means it

Ain’t my job

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

If i want to be repeatedly shit on i’ll go make dutch porn

When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what’s more

I’m missing you like a hijacked flight on september 11th

I don’t know who got on you but i’m not wrong in thanking them since it

Ain’t my job

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 it ain’t your birthday but then again

Ya know i wouldn’t give a fuck

When what i shoulda got is over ya sooner so now

I’m just gonna wrap it up

Maybe it ain’t your birthday but then again

Ya know i wouldn’t give a fuck

When what i shoulda got is over ya sooner so now

I’m just gonna wrap it up

Ain’t my job

I’m just gonna wrap it up

To fuck you on your birthday

I’m just gonna wrap it up

Ain’t my job

I’m just gonna wrap it up

To fuck you on your birthday anymore

I’m just gonna wrap it up

Ain’t my job

I’m just gonna wrap it up

To fuck you on your birthday

I’m just gonna wrap it up

Ain’t my job

I’m just gonna wrap it up

To fuck you on your birthday anymore

I’m just gonna wrap it up

[Four minute pause]

This is bam, and hidden track shit dicks out!

Bloodhound Gang We Are the Knuckleheads

Who’s The Knuckleheads?

We Are The Knuckleheads? [X4]

If You Would Be The Peanut Butter Then I Would Play The Jelly

I’ll Peel Apart Your Bread And Then I’ll Penetrate Your Belly

Your Blood Stains Mighty Bad I Wash It Off With Coast

Now I’ll Take My Jelly And Spread It On Your Toast

No One Rhymes Faster The Mic Is My Blaster

So Grasp Some Shasta The Mighty Mic Master

Giving Ya Communion With Your Lips On My Cup

Pump Pump Pump Pump Me Up

Now If You’re The Waterboy Then I’m The Heavyweight Contender

I’m Gonna Mix You All Up Like A Black And Decker Blender

If You Would Be The Telstar Then I’d Have To Be Defender

I’ll Be Out In Just Four Weeks I Was A First Offender

Your A Dumb Ass Stupid Vera And I’m The One That Flo Calls Mel

Puttin’ Holes Right Through Your Body Like Harvey Keitel

You’re A Broken Down Big Wheel I’m A Banana-Seated Schwinn

Take The Butt Of Your Gun And Smash Their Nose In Clip of Harvey Keitel from Reservoir Dogs

I’m A Lego-Eggo Maniac I’m Stickier Than Some Fun Tack

Trip To The Store And Get Another Six Pack

Bomb Dropping Like At Ground Zero

Like Colonel Klink Is Getting Fucked By Hogan’s Heroes

Eenie Meanie Miney Mo You Took Your Shot You Missed

I Wasn’t A Good Boy This Year I’m Not On Santa’s List

I Gave Your Girl Some Sausage And Than I Slit Your Wrists

Now I’m Taking Your Ass Out Like My Name Was Burgeous Meredith

Who’s The Knuckleheads?

We Are The Knuckleheads [X4]

Fast Fast Quick Bic Like Ass When Ya Pass Gas

You Threw It Like A Girl That’s Why You Got Picked Last

And Mr. Easy Does It Never Did It Now Did He

Jesus Is Coming So Look Busy

And You And Your Chumps Are Gonna Get Your Lumps

I Got The Goose That Laid The Golden Egg You Got Goose Bumps

Cause I’m Black Y’all, It’s A Fact Y’all

And If You Try To Take What’s Mine I’ll Take It Back Y’all

I Wish All Skinheads Smelled Like Mr. Clean

And That Girl From Jersey Really Was Nineteen

Cause The Whole Damn World Would Be Peachy Keen

With Rip Taylor On The Cover Of Every Magazine So Go

Rip Rip Rip Taylor

Rip Rip Rip Taylor

Rip Taylor Rip Taylor

Your Girlfriend

We Nailed Her

My Mom’s Got Opposable Thumbs

Your Mom’s Weezie Jefferson

I’d Rather Eat Fresh Heiny Chow

And I Ain’t Crazy About No God Damn Butthole No How

Batter Roll And Whip Ya Like A Fucken’ Kanoli

If Satan Had A Hockey Team Theni’d Be The Goalie

Cause We’re Dumber Than Driftwood Dumber Than Your Mama

Dumber Than A Supermodel Dumber Than Kwanza

Who’s The Knuckleheads?

We Are The Knuckleheads? [X4]

Bloodhound Gang One Way

Jimmy Pop’s Not Pooper Not A Pauper But A Popper

And I Got More Pop Than Orville Redenbacher

I Gots More Gravy Than The Whole Gravy Train

When I’m Kooky Going Loopy Like A Man Insane

I Won’t Be Around When The World Ends

So The Only Thing That I Recycle Is Your Girlfriend

Aww Back To The Side I Jump Up I Swing

When I’m Using Knockem’ Sockem’ Ya Know I’m Playing It To Win

The Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria

See You Later Salamander Cause I Wouldn’t Want To Be Ya

I’m A Chip I’m An Pringle Cause You Know I Gots The Flavor

Pop Me Up In Your Mouth Like I Was A Life Saver

I Ain’t Got No Soul But I Got More Than Don Henley

I’m Whiter Than Casper But I’m Not That Friendly

Marco Polo You Tried To Fly Solo

Make Your Thoughts Vocal I’ll Put Ya In A Choke Hold

One Way Or Another I’m Gonna Find Ya

I’m Gonna Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha

One Way Or Another I’m Gonna Find Ya I’m Gonna Getcha I’ll Getcha

I’m A Gangster No I’m A Gangster Bitch

Your Momma Gave Me Head Yo Ur Girlie Gave Me The Itch

Scratch It Back The Bass Beats Fast Listen To The Shotgun Blast

In The Oven You’ll Get Burned Or In The Tank That You’ll Get Gassed

Fake-O Like Bacos Never Mistake Though

Showing Up Painted Up Fresh From Macco

Coming In On Stereo Rounder Than A Cheerio

Quick To Fill Your Fix And I’m Dizzier Than A Merry-Go

Rock This Obnoxious I’m Truly Not Nice

Cause I’m Blood Sucking Evil Like Muppets On Ice

Arriba Arriba I’m The Under Achiever

Gonna Leave It To Beaver I’m The Daydream Believer

I’m Like Mothra Man With My Big Wingspan

And Your The Mother Fucking Jap That Killed My Offspring Chan

I’m A Menace To Society Gonna Fill The Prophecy

First I’ll Drink Your Genesee And Then I’ll Take Your Liberty

One Way Or Another I’m Gonna Find Ya

I’m Gonna Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha

One Way Or Another I’m Gonna Find Ya I’m Gonna Getcha I’ll Getcha

I’m A Tarantula In Your Chiquita

And When You’re Peeling Back The Skin I’m Gonna See Ya

I’m Gonna Bite Ya I’m Gonna Bite Ya

I’m Jimmy Pop I’ll Tell You Straight Up I Don’t Like You

Cause I’m Cold Kicking Lyrics Till The Day I Die

Many Fail To Copy At Least They Still Try

Busting Up Vocabulary Is What I Do Most

I’m Gonna Spread Your Legs Like Butter And Gobble Ya Up Like Toast

You Went For The Cherry You Went Bobbing For The Apple

But The Apple It Be Rotten And You Had To Eat The Scrappple

Scrapple? Pig Meat From A Pig Pen Hog Leftovers Your Girlfriend

Flex To The Effects And I Don’t Care What Nobody Thinks

Eating All You Sherbert And Dropping All Your Tiddiley Winks

Whoops Goes My Arm I Think It’s Outta Socket

Come Over Little Girlie I Got Some Candy In My Pocket

One Way Or Another I’m Gonna Find Ya

I’m Gonna Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha

One Way Or Another I’m Gonna Find Ya I’m Gonna Getcha I’ll Getcha