Someone kill the DJ
(Shoot the f***ing DJ)
Someone kill the DJ
(shoot that f***er down)
Someone kill the DJ
(Shoot the f***ing DJ)
Voices in my head are saying
"shoot that f***er down"
Shake it to the right, shake it to the left.
I be the only masta that will give
all the necessary skills to build a guitar,
So you can play in [an island/hell], you come far!
They're professionals at this in Russia, so no matter how many Jell-O shots or Jager shooters you might have downed at college mixers, no matter how good a drinker you might think you are, don't forget that the Russians - any Russian - can drink you under the table.
You see, jazz is like jello pudding... No, actually, it's more like Kodak Film... No. Actually, jazz is like the New Coke. It'll be around forever. Heh-heh-heh.
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They look just like po-ta-toes.
They look just like po-ta-toes.
(you asked for it)
(Shoot the f***ing DJ)
Someone kill the DJ
(shoot that f***er down)
Someone kill the DJ
(Shoot the f***ing DJ)
Voices in my head are saying
"shoot that f***er down"
KILL KILL KILL THE ICE CREAM MAN
*BANG!*
Muhahahaha! MUHAHAHAHA!
'Cause I man is coming and we are the teachers.
You'll just love the high priest's house!
You'll just love seeing Caiaphas!
You'll just die in the high priest's house!
I won't speak your Jesus Cristo.
Put your hands on me, John F. Kennedy.
Back, and to the left.
Back, and to the left.
Wrong.
*shoots guns at forehead*
I be the only masta that will give
all the necessary skills to build a guitar,
So you can play in [an island/hell], you come far!
Shake, shake, shake senora, shake it all the time
Can he swing from a web? No he can't, he's a pig.
Lookout, here comes the spider-pig