Volume 2

Cky Volume 2 Lyrics
1.Santa's Coming

You better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout i'm telling you why

Cause i'm gonna kill you! i'm gonna kill you! fuck!

He's making a list, he's checking it twice
He's gonna find out who's a fucker...

And nobody's getting fuck! you hear me?
Nobody's getting any toys! fuck!
Nobody's getting fuck!

He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake
He doesn't know a god damn thing 'cause the whole fucking thing
is fake

'santa, is there anything i can do?'
'is there anything you can do? you can get back to work!'

You better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout i'm telling you why

Cause i'm gonna kill you! i'm gonna kill you! fuck!

He's making a list, he's checking it twice
He's gonna find out who's a fucker...

And nobody's getting fuck! you hear me?
Nobody's getting any more toys! fuck!
I want some fuckin *can't unnderstand it*

He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake
Your stocking's filled with coal because you're a spoiled
brat-ass dick

You better make sure you learn how to spell
Cause if you don't you're burning in hell

Santa claus is coming, i said santa claus is coming,
I said santa claus is coming, i said santa claus is coming,
Santa claus is coming to town
Shit


2.Foolin'

F-f-f-foolin

Stop foolin myself f-f-f-faggot
Jess is a faggot, a f-f-faggot, yeah!

Fuckin foolin' f-f-f-foolin
Fuck!


3.Shippensberg

You know what makes me happy
The things that make you sad
The feel that i controls absorbed by the radio jag
I found my indecision
The product of the media grime
The feel that i control have you press rewind

And now i'm on the wings
Hoping that you'll hear
Don't bother to respond
You love to hear me again
And when the sun beams down all of your lies
Close, close, yeah close the light

The sky's all grey in the barracks i know i'm a lousy hero
The classic act of feeling is that of a memory

And you are peering down through parascopic eyes
Close, close, yeah close (conscience)

I try to hide the fact that i'm afraid
We'll drive the band to shippensberg and hope that we get played

And in the end of a season the voices turn it all off
The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes
along

I try to hide the fact that i'm afraid
We'll drive the band to shippensberg and hope that we get played


4.Fat Fuck

I want cheese but i can't digest the shit
I'm on a leave in the middle of washington
These are some of the things i can't eat
It's yogurt, milk, and cheese that makes me shit
I can not not not have nothing
But when i eat dairy my bowels do flow
Uh-oh i think i shit myself (ohhh!)
I had some ice cream and...
I'll be back, i'm goin' to the can!

He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts
He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts
He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts
He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts


5.Drunken Freestyle

You can't stop it if i stop you i can
Here comes jess, the garbage man
Ooh ahh, i'll page ya on your face and then i'll place ya
Inside of my cell room, where we can fuck you in the ass with a
broom
And a baseball bat, swing for the reaches
Swing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitches
Cut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleed
We used to call pants britches!

Ha yeah oh no! yes yo no mr. homo
All right let's settle down it's time for class and mr. robins
brown
Aw, yeah suckas, gather up! it's about time you busted a nut!
'bout time you let go, bout time
You found out retarded people are slow
But there's more to recite cause they can't hide their true
feelings
True stealing i'm jumpin' all for you
Can you feel my card hand dealing? i'm dealin lucky numbers
And if you're the next one you might stumble down that
Flight of stairs, but i don't care there ain't no help for you
There ain't no repair you might end up make you bleed
You ain't movin, chrsitopher reeves oh no! oh no!

Yo i'm still me, i'm still the same, i'm still the same i ever
been
I'm still the betta best best that there ever been
And then i pissed down my throat i tried to row a boat
I tried to see ryan gee float but he just can't
He took off his pants he put frogs and ants right up his ass
Creepin' around, he was in a dream tryin to scheme
To make sure he was...(fade out)


6.Chinese Freestyle

Who wants to taste my general tso...you want to taste my general
tso
I'm-a give it to you now
Who like my chopstick
Hit you when i shit with my little-ass dick. yellow
If you wanna see me eat jell-o
I never seen nothin' like you before
I can kick you higher than you can kick me
I can kick you way up into a tree
Who wants a taste of my oo-long tea? ho ha ho ha ho chi chi
Everybody in the phone book name chang wanna see my wang?
Neva good god hit the gong with a bang. waaa?
Everybody wanna see me throw a fireball but that's not right not
in real life
You will fall down and break a leg
Everybody wanna see me break a leg? well i don't
But i like fried rice and i got lice
Ching chow woah ching wang woo wice
That ain't nice four for the cookie i only touch it twice
Delivery is free but not from me i only swallow dolla fifty
Fifty five. wanna see me go gaa? hit you with the lang. hai ya!
War when i hit you with the shit do a split
Take a shit have to go eat my shit kung-fu
Want my buffet? you fucking gay, ah
Wai-lo hit you with the hay stay the fuck away
Hit you in the balls. only americans eat duck sauce
And my soy sauce is for you, i can put it in your shoe
Watch this- i can tiptoe while you take a piss
In my bathroom spy on you while your little boy shits
Waaaaaaaai-yah!
I can kick you if you don't pay the bill
And if you want a little mint, that's fifty cent, bitch
Everything cost a little bit
So don't expect nothin for free, at least from me ching chang
chewie
I got you from taiwan city and hong kong
I just smoked a bong and i can do it all night long
And don't mistake me for a viet cong
I can get you and tackle you take you never see me
When i get you and make you
Rope you up and put you in a bamboo cage and make you feel all
my rage
Poke you with a little stick till you page your buddies to come
napalm me
God damn that shit burned blew away my whole city
Ho chi minh shoot a load on your chin
God damn thats a sad goygo goodbye
And if you wanna come on in
You can work in to my world where the yellow shit begins hai ya
Can't be tamed
I got shit to control your brain and it's called
Egg foo yung, en lo main
So come on in baby and have it just the same hai ya! haaaaah!
No wok tow ung di day
Ha, i don't suppose ha haha huh?
Huhhhuhu huh


7.We Wish You A Shitty Christmas

I wish you a fucking christmas
I wish you a sucky christmas
I wish you a shitty christmas
And hate richard gere (?)

I wish you a shitty christmas
I wish you a fucking christmas
I wish you a sucky christmas
And a boring new year

I bring you a stocking full of gore
I'll fuck you in the asshole (something else)
I wish for the death of you and your kin
Now hanging from the ceiling
I'll shred off your skin

And a boring new year