1.Spring Break Anthem (Single)
Alright Spring Breakers, you know what time it is
I'm gonna need all the hot girls to come up to the stage right
now
Fellas, let me hear you make some noise! (Oooooh!)
Spring Break Ya'll!!!
Kings of the bar scene, poundin' on brewskis
Bangin' chicks right there in the sand
Bros before ho's and chicks with no clothes and
Slammin' shots and marry a man
Who wanna do a shot？ WE DO
I'm gonna get fucked up. ME TOO
We came for a week, we the kings of the beach
Spray water on the girls, t-shirts SEE THROUGH
CANCUN, party down
LAUDERDALE, another round
HAVASU, crack a brew
MARRY A MAN
Pranks when you're passed out, jokes about roofies
Makin' girls kiss, marry a man
Giant sombreros, show us your titties
Creatine shakes, marry a man
Spring break ya'll!
OH SHIT, I'm too fucked up
PUKE AND RALLY, that's what's up
BOOZE CRUISE, raise your glass
Snort that coke OFF HER ASS
2 chicks at the dancehall
Take it to the damn stall
Trade these beads for their bra
Soco in my canteen, got girls jumpin' on a trampoline
Two men bound by the law
Trashin' motel rooms, clogging up toilets
Beer goggles if she's a hag.
Planning the menu, pickin' out flowers
Nailing sluts and writing our vows
Down here it's our time
Spring breakers
Let's get fucked up
Then find Mr. Right
And get monogamous
Picking our invite font as a twosome
Something tasteful, but not too bland
Seating arrangements, charming the in-laws
Ripping beer bongs, sex with a man
We'll be so happy, true love forever
2 kings walking hand in hand
Promise to cherish, trust and respect him
Crushin' pussy, marry a man
2.Iran So Far
They say true love only comes once in a lifetime
And even though we're from opposite ends of the earth
My heart tells me you're the one for me
Mahmoud
I remember when it started, saw you on the news
You were hatin' gays, I was eatin' food
But I was feelin' you, even though
I disagreed with almost everythin' you said
You ain't wrong to me, so strong to me, you belong to me
Like a very hairy Jake Gyllenhaal to me
Mahmoud, make my heart beat right out of my chest
My heart says no but my body says yes
Nuclear threat, the only threat I see
Is the threat of you not comin' home with me
Our love for each other's like when atoms collide
Can't express how I feel, ay yo Adam let's ride
And Iran, Iran so far away
Is your home, but in my heart you'll stay
He ran for the president of Iran
We ran together to a tropical island
My man, Mahmoud is known for rilin'
Smilin', if he can still do it then I can
They call you weasel, they say your methods are medieval
You can play the Jews, I can be your Jim Caviezel
S and M, nestlin' when we're wrestlin'
You can be the port that I park my vessel in
So I try to mute the TV but you can still see me
With your sleepy brown eyes, butter pecan thighs
And you're hairy but, yeah
And Iran, Iran so far away
Come home, and in my arms you'll stay
Used to at the stars and dream
Round the world same stars were seen
And a twinkle in your eyes, Mahmoud
Talk smooth to me, without a tie
Your pants high waisted, damn so fly
We can take a trip to the animal zoo
And laugh at all the funny things that animals do
Like Eugene
(Levy)
You got me straight trippin' boo
Hope you look in my eyes and say I'm trippin' too
You say Iran don't have the bomb but they already do
You should know by know, it's you
And Iran, Iran so far away
Is your home, but in my heart you'll stay
You're crazy for this one, Mahmoud
You can deny the holocaust all you want
But you can't deny there's something between us
I know you say there's no gays in Iran
But you're in New York now, baby
It's time to stop hidin', and start livin'
3.Cocaine
AHHHH＊
Snort snort snort the cocaine (3x)
Snort-y snort snort the cocaine
Ohhhhhh
Drop the biggest bump I ever hit
Damnnnn
Yo fucking chop another kid
I wanna do it til my face falls off
Til my tongue's so numb that the taste fall off
I do blow
And boy I do it viciously
Lines in my face and the mother fucking rest is history
Cocaine cocaine
China bright, snow white
Rolled to a raven
Steal a mother fucker's blow light
Keep my dough right
Man these white lines bite
Make me bleed out my mother fucking eyes tonight
So highhhhh
Nose like a power vac
Girls rub me down just to get into my powder sack
On the power track
So I drink to my health
Lift the rail off the mirror and I wink to myself
No needle in my vein
I got to maintain
A bitch like me is doing cocaine
Snort snort snort the cocaine (3x)
Snort-y snort snort the cocaine
Snort snort snort the cocaine (3x)
Snort-y snort snort the cocaine
I like to do the cokey-coke
You'll never see me smokey-smoke
Never buy, already brokey-broke
Pass me a dollar and I'll roll it up
For yo
Were gonna sell and cut tonight
Uhhh huhhh
I'm gonna yell and fuck tonight
Uhhh huhhh
I'm gonna press my luck tonight
Uhh huhh
Motha fuckas better duck tonight
Uhh huhh
Doing lines off my face with a bendy straw
Pick up my whole card in half with a bendy saw
There ain't enough room for me in this town
And once my dick gets hard it'll never go down
A to the M to the dark to the sun
When it comes to getting gacked we stay number one
While others split a grab, we be sniffing a ton
And we never fucking stop until the bag is done
I walk in the party with my dick in my hand
And straight to the bathroom with my dick in my hand
You wanna step up I got the brick in my hand
Then leave your ass face down with my dick in my hand
Denis ay I hit the yay all day
Went to your party must stay all day
Hit you in the brain
Leave your face ug-lay
Anderson give a fuck what ya'll say.
Fill up Anderson looking for action
Dear God on the floor
Call the chain reaction
Step up
You better learn how to act son
No go
You better hit the track bud
Arny ay, but the girls call me Arny
Do more blows than the Columbian army
Made my name in the hyrdogame
Now I play all day on my hydroplane.
Tell me if your nose froze
Girls with no clothes
Then your face pushed in
For that shit that you stole
We cut your shit with ay jack so products bump
And it sits a hundred grand out the back of my trunk
When your radio play you can't fuck with Philip ay
Andersons mother fucker till my dying day
While you were horse faced, running
Tryin to get the crowd hyped
We was in the back
Sippin yack
Startin fist fights
Ohh
I hit the light when I spin on your girl
Turn around and do a line
And I spit on your girl
Haaaa
That's the sound of my laughter
My grove takes my life
To a live firecracker
Never sleep
All my dreams end in disaster
Life in the fast lane just got faster
What's your name？
Arny ay, call me Mr. What
Last to pass out
And the first to fuck
And whatchya do？
Sell snow
Man, all the blow
The mother fucking pipe,
Pipe arose me though
What's your name？
Denny ay, soft soother with the luga
Have more keys than the ones on your computer
Whatchya do？
Anything, anywhere, anytime and place
You try to shake my hand I'll punch you in the face
What's your name？
Philip ay, known as bobby flay
Cuz I cook that coke up everyday
And whatchya do？
Drink, fuck, snort, shoot and fight
Ya fuck with Phil ya gonna fuck all night
What's ya name？
Anderson, the family's here
The one that you love, and hate and fear
And whatchya do？
Known to party every night and day
Try to make us leave but we're still gonna stay
4.Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosions
Seems like these days the whole world's on fire＊
Things keep blowing the hell up
And while all those rubber neckers and lucky louies stand and
slackjaw's staring
The real men have the nuts to walk away
Yeah
Cool guys don't look at explosions
They blow things up and then walk away
Who's got time to watch an explosion
Cause cool guy's errand's that they have to walk too
Keep walking, keep shining
Don't look back, keep on walking
Keep struttin', slow motion
The more you ignore it, the cooler you look
Ladies and gentlemen
Please join me in welcoming, Mr. Neil Diamonds
Ha ha ha, where are we
Cool guys don't look at explosions
They stride forward in their diamond covered boots
They wear jumpsuits with glitter and rhinestones
And walk away in slow motion..
Keep walkin, you're cruisin..
Cherry Cherry...Sweet Caroline..
Denzel walks...
Will Smith walks...
Mark Wahlberg is wearin a hat!
Keyboard solo, JJ Abrams!
Yeah!
Now you're talkin'
Woohoo!
Okay
Because, Cool guys don't look at explosions
The flames are hot but their heart is chilled
Walk fast from the boring explosion
And don't think about the people you've killed
Two, three four!
Aaaaaaaahh.....
5.3-Way
Backin' that ass
Yeah
Your mom says hi
Jinx!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Jam!
Summertime in the city
And everybody's having sex
You know I just got a page from a girl
That I met last week at the Payless Shoe Source
I also have a cutie to call
Who loves the way I knock on her boots
Well, it's time to mack
Let's handle that in two-to-six hours
We'll meet back here and regroup
Now let's shoop!
Roll up to her crib with some Bartles and Jaymes
Hop off the bus with the Alizé
Now hold up, player, what you diggity doing here？
I should diggity ask you the same
And she sang
Hey, boys, I want you both
I hope that you think that's cool
(Say word？)
I know most guys won't freak together
But she forgot about the Golden Rule, a huh, huh
It's okay when it's in a 3-way
It's not gay when it's in a 3-way
With a honey in the middle, there's some leeway
The area's gray in a 1, 2, 3-way
Normally, I don't get down with dudes
But tonight is a special exception
(Great)
See you're my best friend through thick and thin
Now it's time to make a triple connection
Lights off
Here in the dark
(Here in the dark)
It's so hard to tell
(So hard to tell)
Where her body ends
(La, la)
And my homie's begins
(Ew wee)
This rule dates back
(The Golden Rule)
To ancient Greece
(Talking about Caesar)
We're two Jack Trippers and a Chrissy
The new Three's Company
It's okay when it's in a 3-way
It's not gay when it's in a 3-way
With a honey in the middle there's some leeway
The area's gray in a 1, 2, 3-way
Fellas, get ready
To impress a chick, helicopter dick, go
Helicopter dick, helicopter dick
To impress a chick, helicopter dick
And all of that was okay
'Cause it was in a 3-way
It's right there when you see the instant replay
(Boom)
Maybe two is enough, that's what they'll say
But we'll say, 'Hell no'
It's a 1, 2, 3-way
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The Golden Rule
6.Lazy Sunday 2
Lazy Sunday
Slept right through my alarm
Activate Siri and say Call Parns
Who dis？
It's me, man
Yo Samberg, kick fast
Tonight is the night
Broadway Sister Act
The show's not 'til later
Let's merc some brunch
I know a cute French place
Meet me outside Crunch
My core is ripped
That workout was trill
Man I can almost taste those mimosas for real
The menu changes at three
We'd better start jammin'
I love to have brunch more than McAdams loves Channing
Dubstep
Two fifty-nine
Made it on a technicality
Eggs benedict
No yolk
Less calories
The plating is cray
I detect sage butter
How you wanna pay Chris？
Go Dutch, motherfucker
Go to Sister Act
Like a pistol whack
Buck wild in the streets
Off a sixer pack
We go to Sister Act
Like we got racks on racks
'Cause once you buy 'em
You can't give your tickets back
Yo, hold up, hold up
Hey, yo, Chris, we're gonna have to hit 'em with some new ish
for 2012, my dude
So why don't you drop it on 'em like right now？
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is Parns
P to A-arns
Stupid bargains
Up at all the Pottery Barns
Young Sandwich and I came to catch reck
Still waitin' on a fucking YouTube check
Don't mess with Magnolia 'cause the line's too long
Plus it bumps with my clip
Now back to the song
Yo, peep the marquee
They some funny ass nuns
We got ninety-nine problems
But this sitch ain't one
Sneak in the flask
Filled with sweet Vermouth
We take more shots in the theater
Than John Wilkes Booth
Flip up binocs
'Cause we're cultural mavens
Like dem and we scream out
That's so Raven
Go to Sister Act
Like a pistol whack
All up in the theater
Like aristocrats
We gonna Sister Act
Like we got racks on racks
'Cause once you buy 'em
You can't give your tickets back
On these New York streets
I honed my fake rap penmanship
That's how it began
And that's how I'm a finish it
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