Lyrics Wtf Collective 3 - Jon LaJoie

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?