Infectious Grooves

-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

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."

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."

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

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?

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...

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

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

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

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

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!

(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!

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.”

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!

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!

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

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 break me. And now your name's number one
Can't make me. And now you know you're the one
Gonna take you out!

Boom Boom Boom Boom. There goes another one! (4x)

I haven't got it quite yet. But you deserve all that you'll get
Like Santa Claus, but with a twist. Your name goes to
the top of the list. Boom Boom Boom Boom

What up lika that! Yea. Do it to it, yea
Can't top me. Can't stop me. And now you know you're the one
Can't lop me. Can't drop me. And now you know you're the one
Can't top me. And now you know you're the one
Can't stop me. And now your name's number one
Can't top me. And now you know you're the one
Gonna take you out!

Boom Boom Boom ... Boom! There goes another one! (4x)

Some people will still make a house call. Could be
business or just personal
I don't congratulate you for your rise. Just eliminate those I
despise. Boom Boom Boom Boom

Give it to me go. Throw it down, yea! Give it up again. Boom

"Many people have many definitions of what family is
Some say it's blood, some say it's a bond,
some say it's a bond made with blood.
Well, this is the story of Cousin Randy.
Cousin Randy, six-foot-seven cyco muthafucka,
locked down half his life.
He's my family, family by blood.
And if you see him, don't look at him long,
cause he'll kill ya, in a second, and it wouldn't be the first time.
Cousin Randy..."

He'd disappear for years, then one day he would
just show
Dad would buy him shows, give him $50 and he'd go
He talked about the good old days of war in Vietnam
Did two tours of duty with his new love heroin

You knew he'd be convicted before he was ever tried
Did his time in Chino, then Folsom and Wayside
But every day was prison, molested as a kid
Abused by his stepfather, hard to believe the things
he did

We call him Cousin Randy

Couldn't get up in the morning, couldn't get to sleep
at night
Swore the room was full of Demons, but nothin' was in
our sight
No one was safe when Randy came out to play
He would leave you for dead and then just walk away

We call him Cousin Randy

One time while at Grandma's, it was getting kind
of late
Randy stayed outside 'cause his odor was so great
He walked out the door and I told him "good night"
He charged me, grabbed my neck and he started
squeezing tight
Dad and Jim and Grandpa jumped on to his back
He screamed "What's so good about it" before he let
up his attack
The next day, while we were swimming, he tried to
drown my sister
Laughing as she struggled, then he pulled her up and
kissed her

We call him Cousin Randy. To us, he's just
Cousin Randy

"Yeah, so when Cousin Randy wasn't in jail,
he used to trip around, sometimes showin' up at
the relatives house, hangin' for a while then leavin'.
You know, everybody feelin' sorry for him and shit,
'cause, you know, his mom died when he was so young of leukemia.
Well one time while he was staying at my grandfather's house,
you know, they were trying to help him out, gettin' him jobs, but you know,
Randy wasn't too much on workin'.
He had a one job he did longer than ever. He never worked more than two
days, but this job he lasted a week! Yeah, it was taking the heads off o'
chickens. So one day my grandfather had to ask him, seein' how Randy
would get up early in the morning, make his lunch and he'd even go to
work early, he was like 'Randy, what's so great about this job?' He says
'It makes ya think, it makes ya wonder, i's just so expanding of the mind.
Ya see, there I am, I rip the head off the chicken, and then the chicken
starts flyin' all over. Then he comes back at me, and I wonder is he flyin'
back at me 'cause he's mad 'cuase I ripped his head off, or is he flyin'
at me 'cause I'm holdin' his head in my hand, or is he flyin' at me 'cause
he can't see where he's goin'?' Yeah, ain't no one seen Cousin Randy in
many years..."

Every puto has a day and yours is coming!
Ain't no feelin' sorry 'bout the things I'm gonna
do to you!

I get prepared, then I roll off to battle
Behind the wheel of a six deuce I saddle
Round you up like a cowboy does cattle
Pull the trigger and the Uzi just rattle

Throw on the dickies, winos, rag and I'm ready
There's always time to get some lovin' from a betty
I sight you out and then i hold my hand steady
3 hollow points in your chest and damn your
bloody!

No mess'n with the shape I'm in! Die Lika Pig, you Pig
No mess'n with the shape I'm in! Die Lika Pig, you Pig!

No time to waste on elegant conversation
Lock in a plan, precede without hesitation
Start a new chapter in a violent presentation
Cover my tracks so there won't be no complications
This ain't no "whouf." I'm gonna raise the stake up
Pressure on, thought start to break up
I'm like a nightmare from which you can't wake up
I'll treat you like a ho and with a ho I don't make up

No mess'n with the shape I'm in! Die Lika Pig, you Pig
No mess'n with the shape I'm in! Die Lika Pig, you Pig!

You'll do what I tell ya!
And I watch you sweat. Then I'll watch you shake
And then you beg. And then you scream "I'll do what
you tell me!"
You'll do what I tell ya! That is right, Punk!
See, I think you're gonna have to find out the
hard way!
You'll do what I tell you! I'm gonna fuck you up!
And let me tell you just why

On the mic, you talk about gettin' violent
But to the man with the badge you're nothin' but silent
So now it's the governmennt you wanna overthrow?
But first it's off to the next oversized show!
Now you're makin' your political statement
Or are you trying to add to your financial statement
And let's not forget the evil corporations
Then why is SONY the sponsor of your
presentation? Bitch!

You'll do what I tell ya! Oh yea! You'll do what I tell
ya! I'm gonna fuck you up!
You'll do what I tell ya - you're nothin' but a Punk!
You'll do what I tell ya. We're gonna go head up!
First you sweat! And then you shake! And then you
beg. And then you plead. And then you shake
And then you sweat. And then you scream "I'll do
what you tell me."
You'll do what I tell you. Oh yea. I'm gonna
fuck you up!
You'll do what I tell you. I'm gonna show you what is
up. I'm gonna fuck you up!
'Cause you're a pussy. 'Cause you're a bitch. And
'cause you fuckin' deserve it!

You'll do what I tell ya -
Nothin' but shit
You're full of shit
And I don't like shit
I'll fuck up your shit
You ain't shit!
And I don't like shit!
You're full of shit!
And I'll fuck up your shit! Pussy!

Frustrated Again! (4x)

Destroy my vision - mental collision. The purpose
fading - you keep ma waiting
Like stuck in traffic - my thoughts go static again

Frustrated Again! (4x)

Star with the lying - there's no denying. My mind starts
slippin' - mentally trippin'
Your apathy - comes right back to me

Frustrated Again! (4x)

(lead)

Frustrated Again! (2x)

Your rationale - don't understand how. Lose
concentration - find more frustration
Learned no lesson - but you keep messin' with me

Frustrated Again

Groove family! (8x) CYCO!
No pain - No gain - No luck - No sympathy
No hope - No dreams - No peace - Insanity
No thrill - No sense - No chance - Kill the enemy
We are the down CYCO GROOVE FAMILY

Flap yo' lips, talkin' whack, but da fools all be listen
up. 'Cause they fools
Play da part, trippin' hard. You think you're hard?
Then I'll fuck you up!
If you want and you think that you can get it up, come
on down and I'll show you what the fuck is up!
If you want and you think that you can throw some up
come on down and I'll show you what the fuck is up!

Yea, tell 'em who we are
GROOVE FAMILY CYCO!
Yea, you know who we are
GROOVE FAMILY CYCO!

No pain - No gain - No luck - No sympathy
No hope - No dreams - No peace - Don't fuck
with me!
No thrill - No sense - No chance - Kill the enemy
We are the down CYCO GROOVE FAMILY

Had enough? Know I have! Now it's time that you
learned some respect! That's right punk!
Simplified, crossed my path, now your face and my
fist will connect! With a bitch slap!
Just like shit, flush you down, no choice, I take you
out. I'll give you the shit that you've been talkin' 'bout
Just like shit, flush you down, no choice, I take you
out. I'll give you all the shit that you've been talkin' 'bout

Yea silence in the muthafuckin' court
GROOVE FAMILY CYCO!
You've been found guilty by the court -
GROOVE FAMILY CYCO!

No pain - No gain - No luck - No sympathy
No hope - No dreams - No peace - Don't fuck
with me!
No thrill - No sense - No chance - Kill the enemy
We are the down CYCO GROOVE FAMILY
No pain - No gain - No luck - No sympathy
No hope - No dreams - No peace - Insanity
No thrill - No sense - No chance - Kill the enemy
Join us a one CYCO GROOVE FAMILY

I'm lookin' for a little bit of Heaven
Didn't think you'd make it (4x)

Didn't think you'd make it - from where there's no
second chance when you slip
Didn't think you'd make it - to get away most just dip
light and trip
Didn't think you'd make it - you gotta get away or
your mind's gonna rot
So happy that you made it - they called us stupid but
we never got caught

So we're lookin' for a little Heaven. When we're livin'
in a little Hell

Didn't think you'd make it (2x)

Didn't think you'd make it - it's so hard to make
when they want you to fail
Didn't think you'd make it
Not all the old Homies are dead, some are in jail
Didn't think you'd make it - they already reserved us
a cell
So happy that you made it - but we found a little
Heaven in a place like Hell

Where you find a place like Heaven. When you live in
a place like Hell?
Just lookin' for a little bit of Heaven, Yea but this is a
place like Hell
Trying to find a little bit of Heaven in a place like Hell

Lookin' for a little bit of Heaven - I'm lookin' for a little
bit of Heaven
Lookin' for a little bit of Heaven. Heaven.

Chorus:
If you want what's under the sun - you better get your fingers 'round a
gun
You can rule what's under the sun - if you get your hands around a gun

I'm not convinced of your intention - there's more than
a point of contention
Outside is where we'll go to settle - I'm gonna pull out my metal
Now you can't use your college education - when
you're swimming in your own perspiration
You broke all the rulse you know - now all the rules go
out the window!

Chorus

Let's check the score to see who's winning -
the muthafucka that ain't afraid of sinning
Makes no difference who's older or bigger - he's the
smart money 'cause hie finger's on the trigger
For every person that thinks that they won't die - there's
a bullet waiting to prove you a lie
You can try buy you ain't gonna get no - NO! - 'cause
all the rules just went out the window!

Chorus

Should of thought about the kickback - now you got
yourself a bitch slap
Without pain, where would I be - just like you, pretty
damn lonely
Now let us take a moment of silence -
to commemorate our new bloody violence
It's the end of the life you know - all the rules just went
out the window

Chorus (2x)

You want funky? We got funky!
Who's got funky? We got funky! You said funky
Violent & Funky!
Violent & Funky (4x)

Sticks and stones may break some bones but a .357
gonna blow your damn head off
You take the pen and I'll take the sword, you can write
some shit till I cut your fuckin' head off

Chorus:
You want funky? We got funky! What kind of funky?
Violent & Funky!
Violent & Funky (4x)

Do unto others as you do unto yourself
'course for me that's damn easy 'cause I hate myself
A penny saved is a penny earned, but a stolen case of
beers gets you a hell of a lot drunker
Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy wealthy
and boring
It ain't over till the fat lady sings and the big bitch is
choking on a chunk of salami

Chorus

You know it's snapped lika Mutha, you know we're
snappin' lika Mutha

Chorus


You know we're snappin' lika Mutha

Why? Why does it have? Have to be...this way
When? When will I know? What I should...and why
I didn't

Why? Why. Does it keep coming back? Back
Straight in my face. Face.
Yet I can't see it. How? How. How could I be? Be
Be so dumb?? Dumb
Dumber than dumb. You dummy!

Where? Where am I now. Am I still here...and which
way am I going?
What? What did you say? I heard you laugh
What the hell is so funny?

Why? Why. Won't you show me your face? Face
Show me who you are. Are. God, I hate you!

You. You. You make me sick. Sick. So sick that I puke
Puke. Damn you disgust me!

Please. Please don't be crueler than I...already am
to me
Where? Where will I find? Find some peace...I'll even
take a sliver!

Why? Why. Why does it hurt? Hurt. Hurt so bad! Bad
Yet I just take it!
Why? Why. Why does it hurt? Hurt. Hurt so bad! Bad
Yet I still take it!
When. When it goes. I wonder where
And I get so jealous!
When. When will I learn? And if I do...what will it
teach me?
Why? Why. Why does it hurt? Hurt. Hurt so bad! Bad
Yet I still take it!

Why? All I'm asking is why? Why
All I'm asking is why? Why?
This ain't no animal magnetism!
Why? Why. Why does it hurt? Hurt. Hurt so bad! Bad
And I just take it!
Why? Why. All I'm asking is why? Why
All I'm asking is why? Why?
Don't tell me animal magnetism!

Bring it back
Back to the people
Bring it back
Back to the people
Bring it back
Back to the people
Bring it back
Back to the people

Bring it back
Back to the people
Bring it back
Back to the people
Bring it back
Back to the people
Bring it back
Back to the people

Take that thang, and put it in here
Take that thang, gonna put it in there, gonna take that thang
Take that thang, gonna put it in there, gonna take that thang
Take that thang, gonna put it in there, gonna take that thang

Make it black!
Back to the people

Bring it back
Back to the people
Bring it on back
Back to the people

(Interlude)

Guard  : Hey. Hey, excuse me. Closed session
Sarsippius: What you mean closed session?
Guard  : It's a closed session here. No one's allowed. Nobody
Sarsippius: What are you talking about?
Guard  : You're... You're gonna have to leave
Sarsippius: I will... You know who I am?
Guard  : No, I don't know who you are and you're gonna have to leave right now
Sarsippius: I am Aladin Sarsippius Sulemanagic Jackson the third
Guard  : (laughs) I don't care what you did on who. You're gonna have to leave
Sarsippius: Listen man. Listen brother. I am the world-renowned reptilian lover
Guard  : (laughs)
Sarsippius: What you laughing at brother?
Guard  : I'm not laughing. I'm sorry. I don't know who you are. There's no authorization. You have to have a special...
Sarsippius: Let me tell you something. I sang for Aqueduct Pocket. I sang for Relaxed Atmosphere
Guard  : I don't know who they are. I...
Sarsippius: I sang for Third World Lover.
Guard  : This... This is the Infec...
Sarsippius: You heard of them?
Guard  : No I haven't. This is the Infectious Grooves. It's a closed session.
Sarsippius: Have you all heard of my hit single "Whipped Cream"? (singing) Whipped Cream. Put it all over your body
Guard  : (laughing) No...
Sarsippius: You ever heard of that?
Guard  : (laughing) No I haven't...
Sarsippius: Where've you been brother?
Guard  : I've been keeping people out of the studio
Sarsippius: Have you heard of the song "The love that you'll find is the love that you will never find because it's the love that is always not able to be found"?
Guard  : I'm not looking for no love. I'm sorry. And you're dripping some green funk now on the carpet
Sarsippius: Listen man. Don't worry about my green funk
Guard  : I'm gonna have... I'm gonna have to get some security happening here
Sarsippius: Don't get no security involved. I want...
Guard  : I am the security
Sarssipius: I want to work with you, brother
Guard  : I'm gonna have to make you leave
Sarsippius: This is some kind of game here
Guard  : What are you doing here?
Sarsippius: This is some kind of game, brother. I came here to do backups
Guard  : Backups for who?
Sarsippius: For this infectaphibian thing, man

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

A lil' somthin' like dis

Well, I got the blues
And I got shoes
But damn it's infectious

Well, I got the blues
Got it to my shoes
And damn it's infectious

I got the infectious Blues, yeah

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

Groovalistic

Yesterday I struggled a little less than today
I locked it in a brain cell and I threw the key away
Don't know what I was thinking then again I do
I lock my thoughts in cages like the animals in a zoo
So please don't feed the cyco and I don't mean with food
'Cause my mind feeds on hatred and you get me in the mood
So are we having fun yet? Can you feel the pain?
'Cause my mind functions perfectly on tangents skewed insane

She said, "If I would've then I could've but it's unrealistic"
And I said, "So why you always gotta be so damn pessimistic"
And she said, "If I could've then I would've but it's unrealistic"
And I said, "If you could've then you would've infecto groovalistic"

She said, "If I would've then I could've but it's unrealistic"
And I said, "So why you always gotta be so damn pessimistic"
And she said, "If I could've then I would've but it's unrealistic"
And I said, "If you could've then you would've infecto groovalistic"

Groove a little high groove a little low groove a little in between
Groove a little hot groove a little cold groove a little bit in my scene
Groove a little left groove a little right groove a little something with me
Groove a little sex groove a little love infecto is the way it should be

Groovalistic

So much for smart thinking the odds weren't on my side
But ain't it fun to gamble double up and let it ride
I could've been more thoughtful I could've walked away
But I ain't afraid to say I got nothing left to say

She said, "If I would've then I could've but it's unrealistic"
And I said, "So why you always gotta be so damn pessimistic"
And she said, "If I could've then I would've but it's unrealistic"
And I said, "If you could've then you would've infecto groovalistic"

Infecto
Groovalistic

Groove a little high groove a little low groove a little in between
Groove a little hot groove a little cold groove a little bit in my scene
Groove a little left groove a little right groove a little something with me
Groove a little sex groove a little love infecto is the way it should be

Groovalistic
Oh no
Infecto
Oh no
Infecto groovalistic

I could've made it touching or full of tricky rhymes
Repeat and if you'd play it all at least a thousand times
I could've been more thoughtful I could've walked away
But since I got the time I got one more thing left to say

I hate stupid people
(repeat until end)

I want it
I need it
I'm headed out for something to break
I got it
I'm feeling it
I'm headed out on a monster skank

My feet are moving faster than my mind can do no thinking
My body's twisting in contortions that weren't meant to be
My head is spinning like a yo-yo that don't know no better
Off to the special place where there is only room for me

Take a little dance with a twist
Hear you were hungry eat a fist

I want it
I need it
I'm headed out for something to break
I got it
I'm feeling it
I'm headed out on a monster skank

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

My mind paints pictures but I couldn't find no frame to fit it
Only an artist can create what he don't understand
I tried to tell you but you didn't have no time for reason
Off to my special place where only I am in command

What's to skank?
Monster skank'n

Aye got something break'n
We've gone monster skank'n
Monster skank

Roses are red, violets are blues
You're uglier than a monkey, you should live in a zoo

I want it
I need it
I'm headed out for something to break
I got it
I'm feeling it
I'm headed out on a monster skank

Shoot off your mouth don't like what you said
Here's my response a boot to your head

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

The wise man feels no pressure when he tells you not to worry
Your inspiration hits me like a ton of falling bricks
Lost in a cemetery of forgotten resolutions
Off to my special place where I can break all that you fix

Aye gone monster skank'n
I don't need nobody
I think something's break'n
I've gone monster skank'n

Is it skank? Monster skank
What kind of skank? Monster skank

It's a monster
Scary scary monster

Aye got something break'n
We gone monster skank'n
Monster skank
It's a monster

Infectious Grooves is on the house
Infectious Grooves is on the house
Infectious Grooves is on the house
Infectious Grooves is on the house

Diba daba doba daba hey hey hey

Straight from another world another time another thought
We've come to save that beat to free the groove and watch you rot

Sweet feeling - can't stop it no! no! no!
We're gonna punk it up and funk it up

Damn right we got the ways we got the means we got the feel
We've come to bust the grooves that everyone will want to steal

Sweet music - can't stop it no! no! no!
We're gonna punk it up and funk it up!

And then the day will come when all the world will come to see
The knighting of the sound that's spreading on infectiously

Sweet revenge - can't stop it no! no! no!
We're gonna punk it up and funk it up!
Well I'll punk you up and then I'll funk you up

Go cyco go cyco go cyco

Kick you with the beat kick you with the groove
Kick you in the butt now you're booty's on the move
Hit you with our feel hit you with our sound
Hit you with our zak how your booty shake around
Go cyco go cyco go cyco

Well I'll punk you up and I'll funk you up!

Punk it up
Funk it up
We punk it up
And funk it up

Diba daba doba daba hey hey hey

Jam it up and slam it up

Punk it up diba doba daba hey hey hey

Infectious Grooves blitzkrieged the house
Infectious Grooves blitzkrieged the house
Infectious Grooves blitzkrieged the house
Infectious Grooves blitzkrieged the house
Infectious Grooves blitzkrieged the house

Record Dealer : Well Mr. Samaducious
Mr. Sarsippius. C'mon now, say it right
Record Dealer: Yes Sir
Mr. Sarsippius: Say it with pleasure
Record Dealer: Yes, ah, it´s been a pleasure having you here...
Mr. Sarsippius: Thank you very much, thank you very much
Record Dealer: Ah, we’re not gonna need any more vocals on this set...
Mr. Sarsippius: What?
Record Dealer: Well, basically your voice doesn't fit in, we appreciate you coming down...
Mr. Sarsippius: My voice don't fit, what, me?
Record Dealer: I show you the door, get a few little candies on your way out...
Mr. Sarsippius: I don't want no candies, you know I don't need that kinda stuff, makes my scales break out. This is recocoulous. What do you mean?
Record Dealer: Well it's…I, I just got the word they told me on the headphone...
Mr. Sarsippius: Word from who ? I didn’t get no word...
Record Dealer: They said it's not the right part, we appreciate it, Sir, please, say we don't have no problem, so I don't have to call...
Mr. Sarsippius: Don't call nobody, call my agent, he will talk to you about this, you're square to white...
Record Dealer: I ask you, really, it's…it's finally, they gave me the word, the fellas are gonna be down here, they gonna have to use this studio...
Mr. Sarsippius: What fellas? I'm here now to do the tracks, listen to the tracks
Record Dealer: It's not working, you know, it's not, you tried a couple'a songs, it's fine, we appreciate it, I have to ask you to leave now, sir, please
Mr. Sarsippius: I'm going nowhere 'til I do my tracks, that was the contract, let's do it
Record Dealer: There's no contract, we have no contract, you're auditioning … and when the people...
Mr. Sarsippius: What about my points?
Record Dealer: Ahm, I give you a good point, get your booty outta here before I call the police...
Mr. Sarsippius: Aahhhh, wait a minute, don't touch my booty...
Record Dealer: I'm not touching... Ah, yes, can we get some security down here...
Mr. Sarsippius: Don't need no security... I'll take them all on, bring them to me...
Record Dealer: Sorry, Sir, please there's not going...
Mr. Sarsippius: Hooold on
Security Officer: Hm, security calling?
Record Dealer: Yes, hm, we got this, I don't know, this...
Security Officer: Excuse me, sir, this is a private session...
Mr. Sarsippius: Why, don't touch me...
Security Officer: Get him back from me, I button you...
Record Dealer: Here, get this..get this..get this leash on him...
Mr. Sarsippius: Roughing your neck, juice-headed freak...
Record Dealer: That's it, call the...call the zoo, eh, eh, eh, eh, he's got me, he's got me, got jammed with his horn...
Mr. Sarsippius: Don't touch my kudos...
Record Dealer: Oookay, animal control

Therapy therapy

Lost sight - I think I'm getting out of my range
Colors flash - now things are starting to get strange
Start it up - and you say you wanna get in on me, I need I need I need my

Therapy - now just relax we'll put your mind at ease
Therapy - but first you've got to say "pretty please"

Therapy therapy

Fire it up - put a little gas on the brain
All aboard - a ride on the newest thang
Chew chew - look out it's a runaway train, pure pain, no gain, insane it's

Therapy - and right before they dig into my mind
Therapy - the Dr. screams "let's got it's party time"

Therapy therapy

Left right left right - like every heartbeat needs a motion
Left right left right - like every wave needs a sea
Left right left right - like every teardrop needs an eyeball
Left right left right - you've got to name your therapy

Therapy! Therapy! Therapy!

Therapy therapy

Snap pop - a sweet emotion just broke loose
Don't care - it ain't nothing I can use
Ha! Ha! - ain't it funny how we all abuse you choose, abuse, you lose now

Therapy - you know we want to help we really care
Therapy - but when your money's gone you're out of here!

Therapy therapy

Lost sight - I think I'm getting out of my range
Colors flash - now things are starting to get strange
Start it up - and you say you wanna get in on me, I need I need I need my

Therapy therapy
Therapy therapy

Record Dealer: Ah, yeah, we have a little green creature here, you have the word on that yet?
Another voice: Yeah, it's fine, they tell me it is allowed to be here
Record Dealer: Okay, thank you, alright. I, ah, I guess you, ah, got the authorization, ah, and sorry Mr. Sarsobian...
Mr. Sarsippius: Sarsippius you dummy
Record Dealer: I'm sorry, sir, so, ah, I guess this is where you gonna be doing the singing and stuff...
Mr. Sarsippius: It's about time. Guys gotta get together, you know, my time is valuable...
Record Dealer: Well, you gotta understand, a green looking lizard...
Mr. Sarsippius: My time is valuable
Record Dealer: I think the way they said it you, ah, you're auditioning, so, you're very fortunate to be here, so I think you take...
Mr. Sarsippius: Ok, let's…let's not get carried away with auditioning. And where is my hair stylist? I need a hair stylist
Record Dealer: Ah, that's enough, and they just said it, they said that you're allowed here, and they're gonna try to stall you on...
Mr. Sarsippius: And I need a dermatologist, you know, these scales kinda get, you know, they get in the way
Record Dealer: I don't know, they said that you can hear, come here and try to fill some tapes and when the fellas get there they can decide what they like to do with it
Mr. Sarsippius: Ok, what are we gonna sing, what you want me to do
Record Dealer: Well, you are supposed to know the material
Mr. Sarsippius: I know the material, what you want?
Record Dealer: How about "You lie and your breath stank" because...
Mr. Sarsippius: You lie and your breath stank?
Record Dealer: I hate to tell you, but you do have a problem with that, unless you can take care...
Mr. Sarsippius: Ah, now you try to be a comedian, huh? Alright
Record Dealer: I'm not trying to be a comedian, just trying to help, you keep missing...you got a big date ahead...
Mr. Sarsippius: Don't worry 'bout my breath, don't worry 'bout my breath, I can sing...
Record Dealer: Ohoh, you breathe on me and you talk that loud I have to...
Mr. Sarsippius: Then point your head the other way...ignorance