All the girls in my basement, they be smelling like hounds

>All the girls in my basement, they be smelling like hounds
>These truly are some motherfuckin' Pet Sounds
seriously, brian?

BEEN TURNT IN THIS CLUB SO LONG
SO TURNT IN THE CITY

wtf i love beach bandits now

>UH
>BONEFISH
>EVERYBODY CLAP YOUR HANDS
>IT'S A FUCKIN STRAWBERRY JAM

iwoah

get

>i'm a cork on the oceannnn
>fucking killing all the jewssss

God only knows/ how all the bitches on my balls git so low

>wouldn't it be nice
>u titties up, pullin the g-string down your thigh

>girlfriend on the pill so my jizz is safe as milk
He really was a madman

>don't talk, put yer head on my shoulder
>you hidin cowgirl, bitin my collarbone over and over

>Now I'm labeled as a sexual deviant and a pedophile
>All because I wanted to make those girls Smiley Smile
Sheesh, Brian! Talk about TMI!

>ring, ring
>i know there's an answer
>gettin all sexual on this call
>wit a turned out dancer

>where be all dem hoes?
>god only knows

Oh COME ON Brian

>if da blow, wanna make you blow
>well, do sum Koke-&-Moe

>From New York to Puerto Rico
>We're the Velvet Underground and Nico!

literal talentless hacks

This is why DJ Mike Love always sucked. Yung Bri-Wii was heat.

>I was caught messing around with her on camera while she was asleep
>When confronted about it all I could say was "That's Not Me"
GEEZ Brian

i like this one

>I'm shooting H in the back of a Rolls-Royce
> that's why they call me Lou Reed doing a gay voice

....

>bitches line up just to ride my dick
>so many tight bodies it's hard to pick
>girl you know this snake's never lonely
>but remember hoe it's by request only

what the fuck I thought this was a christian album?

>Well she's a roller skating child
>And we'll make sweet lovin' when the sun goes down
>We'll even do more when your mama's not around
woah there brian ahaha--wait, this one's actually real wtf

>oh well whatever
>never mind

cmon kurt

>my bitch's been wild, no way to calm her
>except a threesome with emerson, lake, & palmer

fucking seriously?

>If you mess with my Big Band's bossanova,
>Then you know my big hand is comin' ova

Quiny Jones, everyone.

>pull down your pants and show me your treasure
>the ones over there are ribbed for our pleasure

it was better when i couldn't understand

>She said she was tight, I spat on my junk
>Hit dat pussy all night, til it was cherry coloured funk

I know what you mean

>i hit it and quit it, so don't ask for a ring
>don't you know girl? our love isn't anything

this one was actually really cute

>you heard the message, the message still stands
>or as I like to say:
>The Black Hawk War, or, How to Demolish an Entire Civilization and Still Feel Good About Yourself in the Morning, or, We Apologize for the Inconvenience but You're Going to Have to Leave Now, or, 'I Have Fought the Big Knives and Will Continue to Fight Them Until They Are Off Our Lands!'

like seriously?

>This album has four songs, not five, six, or seven
>Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven

Remind me again why people like this?

>You guys liked that one song, so here's something new!
>This album is known as: The Glow, Pt. 2!

awful

>No sir, this ain't no Japanese bukake
>This is an album we Slowdive have called Souvlaki
You have GOT to be kidding me

>Let's all get drunk, let's all get plastered
>Like a nameless slave, this is untitled, unmastered
Damn.

>Smoke crack, fuckin bitches everyday
>like the motherfuckin' Kid A

jesus christ Thom

hehe, nice