Ape Fight Music

You don’t know shit that I know

And you’re the shithead

If you’re the princes Then we’re the frogs And you’re the pussies Cause we’re the motherunderfuckingdogs

You don’t know shit that I know

Let’s go drink some fucking beer

Why don’t someone roll a joint?

Why don’t we all smoke it here?

I got the need, yo

I go crazy I keeping thinking of those

Tight little mammas

In my pajamas

Or just walking down the street!

Oh! I can frigging taste them

Oh! They’re everywhere!

We crash

In my apartment

Or on a park bench

It’s so easy when they please me

Here and there and everywhere

Scratch my back and pull my hair

Down Up

Side to side

Climb aboard and watch the time fly by

Oh! I can see them!

In my dreams

And when I wake-up I start loving on those

Soft little bodies

Exotic hotties

Man, they keep me up at all night.

Grinding, finding time to get naked and unwind

My life is just a cocktail party mixed with chicks

And Biology

A little bit of modern technology

I’m a man of science a man with a plan

I have the girls eating out of the palm of my hand

I use all the wonders of the world

I put them to their best use scamming on girls

No matter who they think they are

Their knees get weak

When I introduce them to my scientific technique

They go – oh yeah, keep doing what you’re doing right there

So I’m working on this girl that works at hooters

She’s already impressed that I got a computer

I’m punching in facts and figures and dates

I’m formulating what angle to take

So it ain’t too long before she’s back in my room

With a whir, a blip, a bang and a boom

Yeah, it ain’t too long before she starts to freak

Cause I introduced to my scientific technique

A mail-order bride

She’d cook me pancakes

While I was sleeping off my high

And she’d be lovely

She’d be at the wash and dry

Folding my laundry

While I was drinking with the guys

She’ll never complain

Or holler

She’ll only cost me

Four hundred dollars

When I’m hung over

She’ll call me in sick

Give me a hummer

And climb on my dick

And when it’s over

She’ll rub me down with Vicks

She’ll do what I’ll say

Or she’ll know she’ll get the stick

She’ll cook grilled cheese

And fish sticks

She’ll pay all my bills

She won’t speak English

She won’t smell like

A sewer

Every night

I will do her

Yeah I want

Let the smell in

Love the life that you eat

Never stop the pace

Make her ride your face

Make her laugh for relief

Ooh, step right up!

Don’t miss the chance of a lifetime

Hey ladies, free mustache rides

Pent up muscles

Rolling walrus head

Stiffening up like a jack

Make her scream my name

Make her go insane

Klepto-bitch steals my sack

Ooh, step right up!

Don’t miss the chance of a lifetime

Hey ladies, free mustache rides

Last night I had a dream

I kept repeating the same old thing

Over and over the same suck song

I woke up puking I needed my bong

Bong Hits Handjobs and Food

Another night I could not sleep

I tried a drink I tried everything

I woke my girl and I begged her please

She rubbed one out and I caught some zzzz’s

Bong Hits Handjobs and Food

Last night I got up to pee

I was wrecked I could not see

Went to the kitchen to save my life