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