What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps [x3]
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

[Will.i.am]
So Real [x17]

Worst song of the year, or ever? It's one of the two.

between this and the week where the dj played the UNEDITED version of david banner's "play", the bar mitzvahs at which i find myself working most weekends have become embarrassing. what's worse is that these 13 year olds love every minute of them.

DAMN JEWS.








(Sarcasm. And inside joke to eleventh grade European History.)

Speaking of jews, what the hell are those weird shacks with the bamboo roofs that are in their yards for some holiday right around now?

Also, I thought Borg was going to admit to being the real life Buffalo Bill from Silence Of The Lambs.

those are sukkot (plural of sukkah), which are built in celebration of the holiday.... sukkot.

are there that many around you? i've lived in a pretty jewy town all my life and i don't think i've seen more than one.

It's the town I work in...check this out from Wikipedia.

Dude - Sukkot...Challah...

Is it just me, or is Jewish tradition so Gangsta it hurts?

This is seriously a real song? Anyone wondering why I don't listen to the radio more than the 8 seconds between the time my alarm clock goes off and the time I find the off button can look at the above lyrics for a good reason why.

gangstas have been leeching off of my people for generations.

....of gangstas....

Are you the guy in your avatar? Cause you sound like an old curmudgeon.

that dude is awesome. you know he goes out snowplowing roads and shit AFTER he wins beer drinking contests.

And he listens to Merle Haggard like a honest man should. He might want to get dirty with Fergie, but he's not gonna listen to her sing.

naw... gimme da girls with da pumps and da bump!

dude, he's not into chicks that pee themselves.
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though I did see him fistfight a bear once. He lost, but it was close and the bear respected that.

Yeah, that's me. I'm 32 years young. What's it to ya, huh? (And, by the way, I haven't purposely listened to the radio in well over a decade. This is by no means a new development.)

Seriously - this is a real song? This sounds like a song from a bad SNL sketch.

sukkot beochaz!

By no means is it lyrically groundbreaking, but its fun when you are drunk in a bar. I haven't purposefully listened to commercial radio in years myself.

I've found that if you imagine that the song is being sung by a funky Hunchback Of Notre Dame it increases its appeal.

It's possibly better than Loveless.