BAD LIP READING Bushes Of Love

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-How did my father die?
49 times, we fought that beast.
Your old man and me.
It had a chicken head with duck feet,
With a Woman’s face too.
-Aw, that’s rad!
And it was waiting in the bushes for us,
Then it ripped off your dad’s face.
He was screaming something awful.
In fact there was this huge mess,
And I had to change the floors.
-The floors?
You see, his blood, it drained into the boards,
And I had to change ’em.
But we all got a Chicken-Duck-Woman thing,
Waiting for us.

Every day I worry all day.
About what’s waiting in the bushes of love.
Cause something’s waiting in the bushes for us.
Something’s waiting in the bushes of love.

Every day I worry all day.
About what’s waiting in the bushes of love.
Something’s waiting in the bushes for us.
Something’s waiting in the bushes of love.

-Yo,
Never knew
My dad
He didn’t
Care about me.
Dead horizon,
Is all my macro-binoculars see.
Moisture-Farming
All my life
And not a drop spilt.
My aunt and uncle, double suns,
And sippin’ blue milk.
My aunt and uncle, double suns,
I’m sick of blue milk.

But then a desert hobo came and told me,
-We all got Chicken-Duck-Woman thing,
Waiting for us.

Every day I worry all day.
About what’s waiting in the bushes of love.
Cause something’s waiting in the bushes for us.
Something’s waiting in the bushes of love.

Every day I worry all day.
About what’s waiting in the bushes of love.
Something’s waiting in the bushes for us.
Something’s waiting in the bushes of love.

Hold me when I open like a flower.
Hold me right.
Yeah, I ain’t had to bake for a girl in a long time,
A long time.
-I think my cooking’s awesome.
I’ve got her picture in my photo wagon.
-Ha ha, keep it poppin’.
Yeah,
She’d probably love to Honky tonk.
(She’d probably love to Honky tonk.)
That’s what I said.

I used to ride,
Across the desert.
You know, I used to glide,
On my speeder.
Pray that I don’t find,
What I don’t wanna find.
Waitin’ for me ’round the corner,
Oh no, no.

I used to ride,
Across the desert.
You know, I used to glide,
On my speeder.
Pray that I don’t find any more,
-Crispy bodies by the door.

49 times, yeah it was 49 times.
And now it might be waiting for you.
Could be hiding behind that scrap pile.
-That’s just a big cow.

I know you really want someone to hold you,
But we all got a Chicken-Duck-Woman thing,
Waiting for us.

Every day I worry all day.
About what’s waiting in the bushes of love.
Cause something’s waiting in the bushes for us.
Something’s waiting in the bushes of love.

Every day I worry all day.
About what’s waiting in the bushes of love.
Something’s waiting in the bushes for us.
Something’s waiting in the bushes of love.

Every day I worry all day.
About what’s waiting in the bushes of love.
Something’s waiting in the bushes for us.
Something’s waiting in the bushes of love.

Every day I worry all day.
About what’s waiting in the bushes of love.
Something’s waiting in the bushes for us.
Something’s waiting in the bushes of love.

I used to ride,
Across the desert.
You know, I used to glide,
On my speeder.
Pray that I don’t find,
What I don’t wanna find.
Waitin’ for me ’round the corner,
Oh no, no.

I used to ride,
Across the desert.
You know, I used to glide,
On my speeder.
Pray that I don’t find,
What I don’t wanna find.
Waitin’ for me ’round the corner,
Oh no, no.

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BAD LIP READING Carl Poppa

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Beep

I hurt the Gingerbread Boy,
Cause he’s pretend-bread boy.
Little cookie man never waved to me,
So he got knocked out.

Man, cause I flow.
La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo,
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur.
Man, I just flow.

Shoe Shine,
No one wanted your stinking tiara,
Cause no one wanted your sticky chair.
And why you always talk about the cool kids who take archery,
Yeah, you’re a shrinky dink.
You’ll get a funeral if you don’t wise up and call me Carl Poppa,
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
La Jiggy Jar Jar Do,
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur.

I threw a brick in the air,
(What kind of brick?)
That shouldn’t matter cause a brick is just a brick,
(Word.)

Dark days, darker nights,
Found my way down a hall without a light,
Because I flow,
La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo,
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur.

This whole thing where random dead people try to kill me’s gotta go.

They keep walking, walking my way. If they’re talking, can’t tell what they say.
They keep falling, over stuff in their way. Dead dudes walking can ruin your day.

(Oh, oh-oh, oh)

La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo,
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur,

Now all the walkers sing!

(Oh, oh-oh, oh [x3])

Yeah, I just like to dance.
(Yeah!)

Carl Poppa

Cellblock wisdom, french braid tabletop,
If you mess with Carl Poppa, (Uh)
I’m coming at you like, one, two, walkers in the back of the club,
I’m guessing it’s a club where everyone dies,
If they try to dance to the music that doesn’t play,
Cause we don’t got no electricity.

What we got is bones, bones, bones.
Piles of bones, bones, bones, bones, bones.
If you try to step to me, hit you in the femur,
With another femur that is laying on the ground.

Yeah,
Wordsmith,
Rhymes.

Hama Lama Sima Lama Hama Lama,
Someone had to cut my baby sister out my mama.

They keep walking, walking my way.
If they’re talking, can’t tell what they say.
They keep falling, over stuff in their way.
Dead dudes walking can ruin your day.

They keep walking, (no one wanted your stinking tiara) walking my way.
If they’re talking, (cause no one wanted your sticky chair) can’t tell what they say.
They keep falling, (why you always talking about the cool kids, who take archery. You’re a shrinky dink) over stuff in their way. Dead dudes walking (If you don’t wise up and call me Carl Poppa) can ruin your day.

La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo,
Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur,
Man, I just flow.

(Carl Poppa [x2])

Man I just flow.

(Carl Poppa [x3])

I can barely remember pre-apocalypse. (Carl Poppa)
I guess nothing rhymes with that, except maybe taco lips .

Man, I just flow.
(Carl Poppa [x2])
Man I just flow.

(Carl Poppa)

You cannot handle the flow, son.

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BAD LIP READING Not The Future

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I think it?s about time that I walk away, walk away
So I turn around to walk away but then I look back
Sad lady make me turn and walk away again

Even though it looks like it?s the future
It?s really a long, long, time ago
When there were knights
And they got into fights
Using sabers of light
Please remember
Even though some things look so familiar
They?re not really on Earth
Yeah, it?s a galaxy far, far away
Alien DNA walking ?round every day
And no one notices

Well, I messed up
Yeah, I made a mistake
I can?t sleep
Have to find your place soon
My tailor?s awesome
All the people looking
Rolling like I?m platinum
You know I?ve gone a long way to
change my mind about us since I seen you
But I?m talking at my robot as you mill about the city
And I?m on my way
Girl, there?s something that you need to know

Even though it looks like it?s the future
It?s really a long, long, time ago
When there were knights
And they got into fights
Using sabers of light
Just remember
Even though some things look so familiar
They?re not really on Earth
Yeah, it?s a galaxy far, far away
Alien DNA walking ?round every day
And no one notices

Ahhhh, space station blown away
(It?s not the future)
Ahhhh, floating in the diaper tank
(It?s not the future)
Ahhhh, space leprechaun fade away
(It?s not the future)
Ahhhh, cyborg with no big boy words to say
(It?s not the future)

Get turnt
Get real turnt
Get turnt
Get, get real turnt

Well I?m a jaywalker
Got a lot of fresh damage, oh no
I can?t always be around to
Explore foreign love
Overflowing for your love
At night I?m sure that when we argue
makes me dream about those demon fishies
It?s not the way that it?s meant to be and
I bless your outfit
Mmmm, that?s a good choice
What is he saying? I don?t understand
Listen girl
I hope the heartbreak leaves me on the weekend

Even though it looks like it?s the future
It?s really a long, long, time ago
When there were knights
And they got into fights
Using sabers of light
Just remember
Even though some things look so familiar
They?re not really on Earth
Yeah, it?s a galaxy far, far away
Alien DNA walking ?round every day

It?s a place where
Little furry creatures dance but they?re not teddy bears
They?re an alien equivalent
And they may rage in familiar trees
But it?s not the Redwoods you see
Alien trees on an alien moon, oh-oh
It?s something else indeed
Alien trees on an alien moon, oh-oh
Time to break it down
Break it down, down, down, down

Yeah, I was big in Japan
I was king of Ping Pong
Yeah I was bad at tuba
And I?m sure you?d like me to bounce
Master, I need one of these
Do they come in threes?
?cause I need to squeeze them
Yeahhh
Yeah, I was big in Japan
I was king of Ping Pong
Yeah I was bad at tuba
And I?m sure you?d like me to bounce

Sometimes that moment when you wish you could run and hide
Is when you find you need a new hyperdrive
We all sometimes wish we could get away
And if you try
Then you gotta just make sure if you hide in a cave that it?s
Really not some giant space snake

Even though it looks like it?s the future
It?s really a long, long, time ago
When there were knights
And they got into fights
Using sabers of light
Just remember
Even though some things look so familiar
They?re not really on Earth
Yeah, it?s a galaxy far, far away
Alien DNA walking ?round every day
And no one notices

Even though it looks like it?s the future
It?s really a long, long, time ago
When there were knights
And they got into fights
Using sabers of light
Just remember
Even though some things look so familiar
They?re not really on Earth
Yeah, it?s a galaxy far, far away
Alien DNA walking ?round every day
And no one notices

Get turnt
Get real turnt
Get turnout
Get, get real turnt
It?s not the future
Get turnt
Get real turnt
Get turnt
Get, get real turnt
It?s not the future

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BAD LIP READING One Wittle Wee-Wee (Medley)

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-You’ll have 13 seconds to make a closing statement in the form of a short song, and Governor Christie, you’re first.

-Well, think about the time we bought you an ice cream and a cookie.
Rented that Lambo so we could go buy milk when we played hooky.
And that was alright and we rode it around, yeah momma, it was good.
‘Til we hit that boy in the pink golf shirt with the pepper spray tan and he laid down on the concrete.

-Senator Ted Cruz.

-Rabies and bunnies.
Let me think about it for a second, over here.
Hm, first thing I need are two sticks and an IV and then I can just dance in my little paper hat you bought me.

-That’s weird.

-Mm-hm. Senator Marco Rubio.

-Your father was a bald tiger. (Yes, he was.)
And he took the bad guy walkin’ in the sunshine.
Big intestine’s about to drip.
Me, I just like to pound the shrimp.
I own a parrot that doesn’t drink.

-Uh, Governor Kasich, how ’bout you?

-If Britain invaded us, you’d get a fancy mouth, and you’d drink on the job.
Every day, oh no.
We could give ’em cheese, or we could give ’em Christmas pants.

-Mr. Trump, closing statement song?

-I took Johnny’s pogo, kid, I pogo greater.
They got five of the meaner reindeer still sitting there waiting.
We have a big bird walking in the jungle, crying in a tree.
Scoob-a-da-dee, listen to me, don’t go around the tuna.

-Governor Scott Walker.

-I might have a whiff, a whiff, yeah, hoo-dee-doo.
Why’re dormant wives adorable?
I might even have a piece of corn, and I’m gonna make a fortune.
Yeah, this beat’s got me so baller, now.
That’s right, see, I can flow.

-And now, Doctor Carson.

-Eh-hee-hoo.
Not ready.
Ho-oh.
Here we go.
Ahem.
I see one wittle wee-wee, yeah, every mouse has a weenie.
And, if we could catch a little mouse, man, then we could see some little feet, too.
Thank you.

-I see one wittle wee-wee, yeah, every mouse has a weenie.

-In America.

-And, if we could catch a little mouse, man, then we could see some little feet, too.

-Little mouse feet.

-I see one wittle wee-wee, yeah, every mouse has a weenie.

-Ooh.

-And, if we could catch a little mouse, man, then we could see some little feet, too.

-In America.

-Ooh.

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