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Mr. Sarsippius:
Hello, Sarsippius here. Embassador “All-I-Know” original love doctor “Tray-Cheek”. I would like to guide you to the high tones, low tones, mid-range, dbx-range, suckitomi-range Busting out raw-lack sushi We’re about to clear out all that nasty, sticky, funky, junkie-wax out your ears with some infecto-groovalistical high-bred, high-octane, non-culprit jams past poisoned and a taint of the future. These jams are hot, hot like Sarsippius’ “Can’t take them no-not” Funkystein, ‘cause it’s all about “Comeda-de-nana” So let’s bow, funky junkies: TURTLE WAX |
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| 2. |
| 3:30 |
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Turtle Wax:
(Trujillo/Muir) My my my, your truth is a lie And you help cover it up and you don't even ask why So it goes Funky wunky, the funky junky Funky wunky, ow Won't you hit them with that Nooky nooky, you got that cookie Nooky nooky, ow Hit them with the funky shift - you joking? Funky wunky, ow Slam me with the funky fix - get going! Funky junky, ow Why why why do you quit before you try You put a fake smile on your face But there's a tear in you eye So I go Funky wunky, that funky junky Funky wunky, ow Yeah hit me with it Nooky nooky, I'll try her cookie Nooky nooky, ow Kick on in da funky shift - you got that? Funky wunky, ow Slam me with da funky fix - you got that? Funky junky,ow And I don't believe the tings they try to say 'Cause things are getting a little funky |
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| 3. |
| 0:47 | 
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| 4. |
| 2:56 |
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Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming! On we sweep with threshing oars, our only goal will be the western shores Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords On we sweep with threshing oar, our only goal will be the western shore Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins For peace and trust can win the day despite all of your losing ha, ha, ha... Losing, ha, ha, ha... |
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| 5. |
| 0:37 |
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Mr. Sarsippius:
"Uuhweee, damn, kick him, good god, yo. That's definitely “Caca De Kick”. Bah. Ok, finally, finally my brothers let me sing back-ups on this song, as you can tell, I can’t let dem screw this one. Well, let us not try to analyze the concept, but groove and move, it's new, and unique. Don't stop, you gotta spread the jams." |
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| 6. |
| 4:00 |
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| 7. |
| 4:25 |
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Three headed mind pollution I made up my mind, do you mind that I really don't mind? I gotta align my mind, but I ain't got the time My mind mind? Yes, it minds, now do you mind? I made up my mind, do you mind that I really don't mind? Out of my mind Three headed mind pollution When the mind goes blind, you just might find The mad man was busy sucking down the wine Three headed mind pollution I made up my mind, do you mind that I really don't mind? I gotta align my mind, but I ain't got the time My mind mind? Yes, it minds, now do you mind? I made up my mind, do you mind that I really don't mind? Out of my mind Panic I'm not gonna ask, you ask Are you now or have you ever been A member of the three headed mind pollution? Three headed mind pollution, out of my mind I'll take a double three headed mind pollution Extra chili and cheese, to go! |
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| 8. |
| 3:59 |
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Bust out with somethin' that you never see Trip out on a kick called reality You react, oh so typically You're wasting my time Lost in a moment But something that got lost remains in me Pray for atonement To save me from the things that I can't see You can't refuse what I'm giving And I ain't gonna take it no more! Shut it up, or put it up Please be forgiving For I've sinned in no one's eyes except for you What you got is not for me And everything I got you refuse to see Adjust to see what is true I really don't want it And I really don't need it And I really don't matter And I really don't care Slo-motion slam Break - from all about Trip - without a doubt Move - and then you get it so you gotta be good Stop - and then you want it 'cause they say that you should Wait - and then they pass it 'cause you ain't got the sound Go - and then you catch it on the second time 'round And then you get it 'Cause you always got to do what you see And everybody's always trippin' On the things they can't be And no one's ever got a moment But they're wasting my time And someone's always looking For the things they can't find Slo-motion slam And when you see it don't ever look away And everybody's livin' in a Slo-motion slam Move on and when you get it Don't ever set it free And now you know you're livin' in a Slo-motion slam Don't give, don't ever give up Don't ever give in, never give it away And now you want to live in a Slo-motion slam, slo-motion slam it Lies, what you're living But I refuse to live your life no more I ain't gonna go away You made the game but not the rules I play And I'm declaring it war You can't refuse what we're giving And we ain't gonna take it no more Shout - hallelujah But there ain't no shout that's gonna save my soul Screams - echo through me It's always in a fight to gain control We really don't want it We really don't need it And it really don't matter and we really don't care Living, living in a slo-motion slam They say we can't do it And they say we ain't supposed to They say we better not But we say we don't care We don't care! |
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| 9. |
| 1:16 |
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-Muir-Siegel-Trujillo-Pleasents-
What up ya? Give it to me go Can't make me. Can't break me. And now you know you're the one Can't fake it. Can't take it. And now you know you're the one Can't make me. And now you know you're the one Can't |
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| 10. |
| 4:34 |
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Insane-the mother funksters tear it up The beat-that makes you wanna stomp it up Rhythm-you just can't get enough of the Infectious Grooves Hardcore-and then they switch it to the smooth Got vibe-mix it in with the groove The plague-that's gonna make you booty move it's the Infectious Grooves Gave it-the network of ability Threw in-all kind of insanity Add it up-and now you got the recipe of The Infectious Grooves Chorus: Talk to me baby you should of been good-you think you're on it but you ain't got nothing on me It aon't as if I hadn't told you so So now you sit and then you go and when you hear it Damn-that's what you say when you hear us Jam-'cause the boys know how to make it all Slam-now you wanna get with the program of the Infectious Grooves Pack'n-a loc'd kinda zak that's Attack'n-with the bass that's pump'n and Smack'n-leave you breathless coughing and hack'n with Infectious Grooves We found- the hippest, hardest, heaviest sound Took it straight from the underground Now you got the plague that's going around, known as Infectious Grooves Talk to me baby it's me again I love to tell you 'cause it ain't the way that you wanna hear You try to stop it, but I seen you move your booty Move that booty, mmm that's a booty, she has a very nice booty Infectious Now you know it's Infectious It's Infectious-the rhythm that'll tear it up Infectious-the beat that makes you get on up Infectious-the mother funksters tear it up-with the Infectious Grooves Infectious-A loc'd kinda zak that's Infectious-with the bass that's pumpin and Infectious-leave you breathless coughing and the Infectious Grooves Infectious-switch to the smooth and it's Infectious-miz it in the groove and it's Infectous-the plague that makes your booty move it's the Infectious Grooves Infectous-the plague that makes your Infectous-the plague that makes your Infectous-the plague that makes your booty move it's the Infectious Grooves |
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| 4:10 |
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I'm not here to hurt you I got enough things that already hurt I'm not here to hate you I got much better things to hate I'm not here to fight you I wanna fight then I'll pick on myself I'm just here to tell you These freaks are here to party! Infectious Grooves! I'm not here to love you You want love call "976-" I'm not here to kiss you You wanna kiss then you better kiss this I'm not here to hold you I'm holding in enough shit as it is I'm just here to tell you These freaks are here to party! These freaks, us freaks, we're here to party Infectious Grooves! I'm not here to smell you I'm just here to tell you These freaks are here to party And I hope you come along and party too! |
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| 12. |
| 0:39 |
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Kashmir:
“Hello, how do you doing. I am de manager of Sarsippius. My name is Kashmir, I am of what is most important in making a rock band or solo artist famous. I am the contact you need to achieve amongst of my popularity and start up. Send me your demo-tapes, or if you are a beautiful Philadelphia, sending me a photo. Remember, I am de Chakra to your fame.” |
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| 13. |
| 4:47 |
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Fame makes a man take things over.
Fame lets him loose, hard to swallow. Fame puts you there where things are hollow. Fame. Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame That burns your change to keep you insane. Fame. Fame, what you like is in the limo. Fame, what you get is no tomorrow. Fame, what you need you have to borrow. Fame. Fame, it's mine, it's mine, it's just his line To bind your time, it drives you to crime. Fame. Is it any wonder I reject you first? Fame, fame, fame, fame. Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool? Fame. Fame, bully for you, chilly for me, Got to get a rain check on pain. Fame. Fame, fame, Fame, fame, Fame, fame, fame, Fame, fame, fame, fame, Fame, fame, fame, fame, Fame, fame, fame, Fame, what's your name? |
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| 14. |
| 3:52 |
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Raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime She's got that flavor I love to savor I'll lick your flavor baby, anytime 'Cause she's got raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime I heard about the man that was eating his shoe And the three-eyed lady said how do you do You brake to take, but it ain't no mistake It just don't make no kinda sense to you Just sitting there, won't you get control of yourself It was the 3rd of May and now it's June the 12th So stop you lop, I get the pick of the crop Savor da flavor Raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime Her waves in motion, start a commotion I'll take her potion any day or time Like an illusion, spreading confusion She knows she's using it and that's just fine I could have been a rumor, but I like what I hear So I took it one step further Threw it out of the rear Do you wait or hate or retaliate And I take a little dance with the fear Not a pretty lady trying to take it on me But she's got a little sister, that's the place I'll be In a line, she's fine and she's gonna be mine Savor da flavor Raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime Savor da flavor Raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime |
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| 0:41 |
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| 4:03 |
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Insane-the mother funksters tear it up The beat-that makes you wanna stomp it up Rhythm-you just can't get enough of the Infectious Grooves Hardcore-and then they switch it to the smooth Got vibe-mix it in with the groove The plague-that's gonna make you booty move it's the Infectious Grooves Gave it-the network of ability Threw in-all kind of insanity Add it up-and now you got the recipe of The Infectious Grooves Chorus: Talk to me baby you should of been good-you think you're on it but you ain't got nothing on me It aon't as if I hadn't told you so So now you sit and then you go and when you hear it Damn-that's what you say when you hear us Jam-'cause the boys know how to make it all Slam-now you wanna get with the program of the Infectious Grooves Pack'n-a loc'd kinda zak that's Attack'n-with the bass that's pump'n and Smack'n-leave you breathless coughing and hack'n with Infectious Grooves We found- the hippest, hardest, heaviest sound Took it straight from the underground Now you got the plague that's going around, known as Infectious Grooves Talk to me baby it's me again I love to tell you 'cause it ain't the way that you wanna hear You try to stop it, but I seen you move your booty Move that booty, mmm that's a booty, she has a very nice booty Infectious Now you know it's Infectious It's Infectious-the rhythm that'll tear it up Infectious-the beat that makes you get on up Infectious-the mother funksters tear it up-with the Infectious Grooves Infectious-A loc'd kinda zak that's Infectious-with the bass that's pumpin and Infectious-leave you breathless coughing and the Infectious Grooves Infectious-switch to the smooth and it's Infectious-miz it in the groove and it's Infectous-the plague that makes your booty move it's the Infectious Grooves Infectous-the plague that makes your Infectous-the plague that makes your Infectous-the plague that makes your booty move it's the Infectious Grooves |
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| 3:10 |
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| 5:22 |
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Come on into my mind, into my heart, into my thoughts and into my soul Come on into your mind, into your heart, into your thoughts and into your soul-do the sinister Chorus 1: Come on come one come on do the sinister come on come on come on hey hey hey Chorus 2: The minister is getting sinister the minister of the sinister- you're messing with The minister of the sinister the minister is getting sinister Why you always bugging-what you want with me Why you always tripping-just you let me be Ain't no point in knocking-ain't nobody home Ain't no point in talking-just leave me alone! Chorus 1 & 2 Into the mind, into the heart, into the thought, into the soul Out of the mind, out of the heart, out of the thought, and out of the soul Why you always bugging-what you want with my Why you always tripping-just you let me be Ain't no point in knocking-ain't nobody home Ain't no point in talking-just leave me alone! Sin sin ha! ha! come on sin sin do the sinister Sinister surf mind raid Cyco surf min raid What I want I do it What I need I take it If I want I'll do you, you been warned What you want won't happen What you know don't matter What you feel I give it right here and right now Right here and right now Right here and right now Right here and right now Do the sinister |
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| 0:55 |
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Mr. Sarsippius:
"Hahahaha, that's good, butt... I mean "Butt"”, like the big butt that the ladies singing in the third row of the church choir "Be Heaven". But, my new should be "slamatotious" on that, it's so slamming, it will send shivers up and down my spine. Marsha, we'll blow the jam outta your toe, make your boogles go sell for the winter. Ah, so you don't believe me, huh? Well I'm gonna play "Sprick", alright? Just a little teaser." "That's right, and if you want more, you have to "Sprick" your ass down to the record store and buy it. Thank you very much." |
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| 20. |
| 2:34 |
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(Urp!)
(I'm all about the old style spreckin', you know what I'm sayin'?) Spreck! Spreck! Spreck! Spreck it down, spreck it down! Spreck! Spreck! Spreck! Spreck! Spreck! Spreck! (I'm 'bout to go spreck loco on y'all!) Spreck! Spreck it y'all, spreck it y'all! (Watch me bust out. Spreck-) Spreck! In the morning Spreck! In the night! Spreck! Make you do it Spreck! Do it right! Spreck! Can you feel it? Spreck! Feels alright! Spreck! In the pocket Spreck it y'all, spreck it y'all! I want to spreck with you my lady (Uh huh, dat's right, a ha ha ha ha,) I want to spreck with you my baby Spreck it y'all, spreck it y'all! Spreck! Spreck! Come one! Spreck! Everybody! Spreck! I'll Spreck! Spreck! You can Spreck! Spreck! If you want to (I'm not afraid!) Spreck! But don't spreck on my part Spreck it down, spreck it down! Spreck! In the morning Spreck! In the night! Spreck! Make you do it! Spreck! Do it right! (Uh huh!) Spreck! Can you feel it? Spreck! Feels alright! (Yeah!) Spreck! In the pocket, Spreck it y'all, spreck it y'all I want to spreck with you my lady (Heh, dat's the way, ha!) I want to spreck with you my baby Spreck it y'all, spreck it y'all! Mm hm. So what's all about this spreckin'? (I don't know) I'm all about it! (Dat's right!) Aw yeah? Give it to me! Spreck! Spreck! Spreck! Spreck it y'all, spreck it y'all! Spreck! Spreck-ee-let go Spreck! Spreck-ee-like! Spreck! Spreck-ee-likky doggy-dog! Spreck! Spreck-ee right! Spreck! Aw Spreck-ee spreck-ee! Spreck! Aw sprec-uh! Spreck! Watch me sprec y'all! Spreck it y'all, spreck it y'all SPRECK! |
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