Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wtf Collective 3, artist - Jon LaJoie.
Date of issue: 15.01.2012
Song language: English
Wtf Collective 3 |
Yo! |
MC Confusing! |
WTF 3 motherfuckers! |
Got more hamstrings than a pile of wings! |
Bringing DVDs to a blind date! |
First on the deck, Everyday Normal Guy! |
Everyday Normal Guy here to get the track started |
My average lyrics are between genius and retarded |
I drink tap water and watch all the s |
I put my 30-dollar pants on one leg at a time |
Sleep eight hours a night, eat three meals a day |
I’m motherfucking content, I have no reason to complain |
I have a roof over my head and I got clothes on my back |
My verse is done. |
It wasn’t great, but hey, it wasn’t that bad |
Yo, I’m MC Uses Time Machines Irresponsibly |
Went back and found Judas Iscariot in 33AD |
Gave him 31 pieces of silver to rat out the wrong guy |
Then I planed monsanto seeds in dinosaur times |
Gave Bill Gates my iPhone in 1973 |
Then I traveled in time to the night I was conceived |
I met up with my parents and we hung out all night |
Come to think of it, they didn’t have any alone time |
(No…) |
MC Nauseous up in this montherfucker |
I don’t feel so hot shit I think that I am gonna-- |
(Bluurg!) |
Why’m I so sick, what’d I eat? |
Cat food will make expired yogurt taste less like cheese |
(Oh right) |
MC Cock-Blocks Himself, hey girl what’s up? |
You so sexy, we should probably hook up |
Crawl in a hot tub with a bottle of champagne |
By the way, I have a girlfriend and I think I might have AIDS |
(Where you going?) |
MC Necrophiliac |
Where are my dead bodies at? |
Crashing funerals just so that I can get a whiff of that |
Decomposing bodies, they’re my favorite aphrodisiac |
Flatlining gives me a Pavlovian erection in my pants |
Turn-offs include breathing, pulses, and signs of life |
My turn-ons are rigor mortis, cold flesh, and suicide |
If you’re not stiff as a board |
I won’t be stiff and I’ll be bored |
Wait, what do we have here? |
Looks like I’m about to score |
Wait a minute… no! |
No! |
No-- |
You have to be kidding me! |
(What the fuck’s going on?) |
This cannot be happening |
(I don’t wanna do this anymore!) |
This must be a bad dream |
(Leave me alone!) |
Why am I still singing? |
(I motherfucking killed myself!) |
Yo, MC Gets Sidetracked Easily back in the heezy |
By heezy I mean house but not the show, I think it’s cheesy |
My favorite show is, that guy is also in 6 feet |
Under my first experience with death when I was just sixteen |
My dog got run over by a truck and its head exploded |
Like Robert Patrick in when he’s frozen |
It’s freezing in Iceland, I was just there on holiday |
Hold on, I think I got lost again, what was I trying to say? |
I was MC Who Couldn’t Speak In the Present Tense |
I’m gonna have a lot of money and my dick was immense |
It would’ve been difficult, people assumed I was a retard |
I’ll have a serious problem, communicating was hard |
Yo, I’m MC Constipation |
It has been three days since |
My last bowel movement, I’m starting to get impatient |
Spent hours on the toilet, yet nothing ever comes out of it |
Intestines like politicians, they’re constantly full of shit |
I wish my bowel movements were a little more like my rhymes |
Always smooth and free-flowing, it would save me a lot of time |
Push for hours with no result, not even a brown Brussels sprout |
My shit’s like a gay republican, it’s not planning on coming out |
Yo, I’m MC Invisible, you can’t see me |
The only rapper in this industry that can’t be seen |
With the naked eye |
I won’t lie |
It’s hard to get a fanbase |
When image is everything and I literally don’t have a face |
I’m MC On the Phone With Ted Danson, keep it down! |
Just skip to the next verse, I’m on the phone with Ted Danson! |
Not now! |
(Hold on, Ted) |
I don’t wanna be in this song anymore, leave me alone! |
This is more important--I'm on the phone with the guy who played Sam Malone! |
Yo, I’m MC Confusing rapping up the song |
Like a Plasticine high-fiving a helicopter thong |
I got ricochet highlights |
From the fleet fox’s knife guy |
We out like a rice fighting |
A vampire’s wife life |
Maye this isn’t so bad |
(Better than my last job) |
Taking it in the ass for cash |
(20 bucks a pop) |
Maybe things will turn around |
(Being a zombie’s pretty cool) |
Things couldn’t get worse anyhow |
Yeah, that’s right. |
Oh you gonna get it, you little dead bitch. |
No! |
No! |
Ow, ow, ow, ow, I spoke too soon. |
Ugh, that used to be so gross! |
It’s just a guy having sex with a dead body. |
There’s nothing-- |
(Bluurg!) |
Dude, you just puked all over me! |
Sorry. |
That’s a good idea, I should get an enema. |
Enemas, puke, guys having sex with dead bodies… you ready to go back to my |
place? |
Ugh! |
What am I doing wrong? |
Did I miss anything? |