THE MANGFATHER BOB KATZ
SIX CANS OF OLIVES
LYRICS BY ROBERT ALAN KATZ
MISSION STATEMENT
I am not heroic
I’m older than your father
I used to beat up little kids, and I liked the power
I will not be fronting
I will not be smiling
Though you’ll hopefully be laughing, you also will be crying
I am not essential
I am not courageous
I’m walking these streets praying, that these maskholes aren’t contagious
If you need me to tell you the Republicans are fascist thugs,
There’s something wrong with you
If you don’t understand (that) they want us dead,
I don’t belong with you
If you want ’preaching to the converted’,
then go to church
If you want ‘wisdom of the elders’,
then I’m the worst
But if you want raw unvarnished truth,
I’ll try to bring it
And if my rapping sucks,
I guess I’ll have to sing it
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There Are Pieces of People on My Shoe (Explicit - Radio Clean Version also Available)
Verse 1
I knew a man who joined the police
All he wanted was to keep the peace
He was downtown when those towers got hit
God knows he must have seen some awful shit
When they picked him up that night he smelled like death
He was muttering underneath his breath. (He said)
Chorus
There are pieces of people on my shoe
There are pieces of people on my shoe
I don’t know what I am going to do
There are pieces of people on my shoe
Verse 2
I had a boss who killed to get ahead
She stepped on other people till they bled
She had some friends but that was just a sham
When she got cancer no one gave a damn
Now she sits in her hospital room
Talking to herself all afternoon (She says)
Chorus
There are pieces of people on my shoe
There are pieces of people on my shoe
I don’t know what I am going to do
There are pieces of people on my shoe
Verse 3
Last night I found my husband in bed with a man
I beat him up and threw him in the can
Do I tell him I'm sorry and forget the past
This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last
He cleaned up the mess and said he'd pay his dues
Now my heart is splattered all over my shoes
Chorus
There are pieces of people on my shoe
There are pieces of people on my shoe
I don’t know what I am going to do
There are pieces of people on my shoe
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It’s in the Genes/Who Put the Levi’s on Pookie Levine (Explicit - Radio Clean Version also Available)
Verse 1
My sister’s first boyfriend was Pookie Levine
He had the biggest butt you ever did seen
Now that’s saying a lot cause we was fat too
But one of him was equal, to-us-two
One day at the store we saw the whole Levine family
And all at once we could see the whole (entire) calamity
There was Pookie, his mother, and his sister Doris,
And holy shit, they were all ginormous!
My sister looked sad at the situation
But then she said in her lamentation
Right there in that store in the middle of Queens
It’s in the genes, yeah, yeah, it’s in the genes
It’s in the genes, yeah, yeah, it’s in the genes
Verse 2
What made it worse and we couldn’t stop laughing
Was the skin-tight dungarees they were all wearing
Hugging their rumps like a pornographic scene
And who put the Levi’s on Pookie Levine
Who put the Levi’s on Pookie Levine
It’s in the genes, yeah, yeah, it’s in the genes
She’s in the genes, yeah, yeah, she’s in the genes
Verse 3
Now I’m not proud of my behavior,
But I wasn't even a teenager
Participating in that time-honored tradition
Making fun of someone else to boost my position
See I was the first kid in my class to top 100 pounds
A number which my teacher did loudly announce
Sentencing me to the Hall of Shame
And to a life-time of self-blame
It’s in the genes, yeah, yeah, it’s in the genes
It’s in the genes, yeah, yeah, it’s in my genes
Verse 4
Years of Weight Watchers and 50 pounds later
Suffering to look good so I can be a creator
We still reminiscence about what we had seen
And who put the/those Levi’s on Pookie Levine
Who put the Levi’s on Pookie Levine
Outro
It’s in the genes, yeah, yeah, it’s in the genes
It’s in the genes, yeah, yeah, it’s in the genes
That big-ass butt in those tight-ass jeans
It’s in the genes, yeah, yeah, it’s in the genes
Who put the Levi’s on Pookie Levine
That boy was looking obscene
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Off the Grid (Explicit - Radio Clean Version also Available)
It make me laugh when they be saying, ‘it’s all about the Benjamins’
Musicians live our lives, like we swinging on a pendulum
There’s no cheddar in this game, you’re all just clueless
We scrimp and we save, to be able to do this
If I was in it for the money, I’d just say ‘screw this!’
Hey Mangfather, how you do what you did?
I’ve been off the grid, since I was a kid,
Off the grid since I was a kid,
You better look out, it’s my takeover bid!
See,
I could pay for cable TV, but I won't
I could pay full price for a movie, but I don't
My body may be short, but I don't wear (no) bespoke
I rock Levis Husky Boys Jeans, this ain't no joke
I let my hair grow, till it get(s) big
Then I sell it to the Chasids, and they make a wig
You can keep (all) your consumer swag
I got all my money, in this here bag
(Hey Mangfather, how you do what you did?)
I’ve been off the grid, since I was a kid,
Been off the grid since I was a kid,
I've been off the grid since I was a kid, been off the grid
You thought cause I wasn’t one of the cool kids, that I was conventional
Now I’m so much hotter than you, that it’s unmentionable
I don’t need to buy no hip shit to be socially acceptable
You better watch out; my beats are incredible
I’m the new sensation, I’m the Hip Hop Intellectual!
I can live a whole week, on just one twenty
I’m dumpster diving, like a junkie
I make a meal from 1-buck pizza
If you’re a free sample, I’m gonna eats ya!
I’m hand washing my clothes, in the tub
I’m arriving before 10, to the night club
I bring my own food, to the arena
A loaf of bread in my drawers, I think semolina
I’m sneaking to the front, at the show
If you stop me I just move, to the next row
I change my look, baseball cap, glasses, and a hoodie
I’m the master of disguise, I ain’t no rookie
If you can handle potential humiliation
Your life can be a non-stop celebration
Unencumbered by possessions
I dedicate my life to self-expression
(Hey Mangfather, how you do what you did?)
I’ve been off the grid, since I was a kid, been off the grid
Off the grid since I was a kid, been off the grid
That was supposed to be the end, but along came Corona
That shit’ll kill you, this ain’t no bologna
Now I’m stuck at home, but I ain’t scared
Cause when you off the grid, you come prepared
I got my beans, got my tuna, got my pasta and my rice
Got my mango juice with rum, and that shit is (taste) nice
I already hand wash my laundry and do my own hair
If you think I look like crap, I don’t care
Got enough Lysol to make it, till Armageddon
And I’m here making beats, and my guitar be shreddin’
The people be screaming, for the rhymes that I spit
That virus won’t stop me, I WAS MADE FOR THIS SHIT!
Cause
I’ve been off the grid, since I was a kid
Been off the grid since I was a kid,
Been off the grid since I was a kid,
Been off the grid (2x)
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SIX CANS OF OLIVES (Explicit - Radio Clean Version also Available)
Went to the store,
coronavirus
Nothing on the shelf but six cans of olives
Those slimy green boogers never went to college
They don’t even know if they’re liquids or they’re solids
CHORUS
Six cans of olives,
Six cans of olives
Whatcha gonna do with six cans of olives?
Those slimy green boogers never went to college
They don’t even know if they’re liquids or they’re solids
Six cans of olives,
Six cans of olives
Whatcha gonna do with six cans of olives?
They taste so nasty they should probably be abolished
I guess I gotta live on six cans of olives
Verse 1
You can put em in your nose,
Then they pop out when ya blows
You can stick em on your toes
Then you can feed em to your hos
You can drink an olive milkshake,
You can (Then) make an olive pancake
You can take an olive tea break, (sing in British accent)
Oooh! Now I’ve got a stomach ache! (bellyache/tummyache)
CHORUS
Verse 2
You can pop em in the freezer
You can eat em with a tweezer
You can smoke an olive reefer
Can an olive get a fever?
You can (learn) do the olive handshake
You can put them in a cheese cake
Can an olive get a tax break?
It’s the Olive Dance Break!
Shake shake shake shake shake shake!
(instrumental Dance Music going into meditation hypnotic music)
(Me speaking)
I’m so hungry I’m feeling dizzy….
(Olive speaking in low, meditative, hypnotic voice)
This is your olive speaking
You’re all a bunch of doodyheads for fucking up the environment and now you must pay….
And by the way, olives do go to college dickhead
Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!! (Me)
CHORUS (2X)
(Me talking)
Oh wow, check it out, there’s a jar of pickled garlic on the shelf too!
What rhymes with pickled garlic?
(Garlic speaking)
if you touch me faggot, I promise you stinky breath for the next century!
(Me talking)
Stay safe y’all and god bless!
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Corona n’ Lyme
Sitting at home with Corona, feeling cooped up
When everything’s closed, the city do suck
Let’s head to the country, where the cows eat the grass
And you’ll get a Lyme Disease tick up your ass
Chorus - 2x
Corona and Lyme
Corona and Lyme
Two at a time /Both at one time
Corona and Lyme
Corona and Lyme
Corona and Lyme
What a good time/We’ll have a good time/Last: Have a wonderful time with
Corona and Lyme
Poke around Westchester, see what you get
I don’t have Lyme Disease, at least not yet
You got a cough, I gotta a fever
Let’s go out, and look at a beaver
Chorus - 1x
Looking for solitude, looking for peace
Maybe you’ll get one, in your underarm crease
If you be thinking, that COVID is bad
Wait till you get, the Lyme with that scab
Chorus - 1x
Oh how I love, these nature trails
They’re really good, when my immune system fails
Go to the hospital for an antibiotic
That’s right both of them, will make you psychotic
Chorus - 2x
Last time: Have a wonderful time, with Corona and Lyme
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Bad Religion (Explicit - Radio Clean Version also Available)
Verse 1
When I came out gay my uncle offered to pay me
To get out of town and to marry a lady
He said I was causing my dad great pain
That I was a stain on the family name
That he couldn’t show his face in the holy temple
That I was being led around by the devil
That I needed to repent and to change my ways
Or I’d never get the blessings of God’s praise
Chorus
Bad religion, bad bad religion
Bad religion, bad bad religion
Jew, Mus-lim, Hin-du or Christian
They all share, in the tradition
Of, bad religion, bad bad religion
Gotta view them all with suspicion (Talk)
Verse 2
I said to yo uncle I know that you love me
So I won't marry a dyke and take all your money
But you best be believing I ain’t leaving this town
You can hurt me but you can’t knock me down
All our family died in the holocaust
So you getting rid of me is totally onerous
Chorus
Verse 3
That was 30 years ago and I ain’t seen him since then
He listens to his rabbi and all the wise men
Who say I am dead and that he should forget
I skipped your wife’s funeral, didn’t pay my respects
Feel kind of bad but they treat me like dirt
I’m tired of all this rejection and hurt
Sick of all these power mad religious wackos
Who fuckwith people’s lives, from out of the shadows
Chorus
Verse 4
And I’m not saying anybody's got the prescription
We got crazy asses in every religion
Thinking that they know the word of God
Praying with their minds but not with their heart
Preying on the weak like white sharks in Cape Cod
Skimping on forgiveness but never sparing the rod
And of course, most of these assholes are men
All of the power, it’s gone to their head!
Chorus
Verse 5
Sometimes I think that the world’s gone crazy
No one thinks for themselves, we all got lazy
Fascists, dictators, religious demagogues
Get the weak and the gullible to carry their bombs
Uncle, your end is soon in sight
Why don’t you think about making things right?
What am I thinking, it ain’t gonna happen
Still I will be sad with your passing
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Corona n’ Shark
Country trip was a dud, with the Lyme Disease bugs
So let’s head to the beach, where your COVID will bleach
You can go for a swim, but then you see that fin
You better run run run, or your life will be done
Chorus - 2x
Corona and Shark
Corona and Shark
1. The water is dark, with Corona and Shark
2. It’s a bite in the park
3. What, you think it’s a lark?
With Corona and Shark
Shark Shark
Corona and Shark
In old Cape Cod, they eat you like scrod
And in Southhampton, they mistake you for salmon
Go local in Rockaway, they eat you anyway
Head down east to Maine, to enjoy the pain
Chorus - 1x
When you arrive, Mr. Jaws say welcome back
The pups are running me ragged, we be needing a snack
The virus closed the fish schools, now they learning online
While little sharkies eat you up, I can finally get some “me time"
Chorus - 2x
After Last time: Don't eat me. This is just not my day....
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Maskhole (Explicit - Radio Clean Version also Available)
Verse 1
Who the fuck you think you are?
Taking up the sidewalk like you’re the Czar
Think you got herd immunity?
Break the law with impunity?
Chorus
Maskhole Maskhole you’re an asshole
Maskhole Maskhole you’re an asshole
Maskhole Maskhole you’re an asshole
Stick that shit up your flagpole
Verse 2
Shouldn’t see that smile, but I do
Saying “I’ll do me and you do you”
Thinking you’re the master race
Get your aerosols out my face
Chorus
Maskhole Maskhole you’re an asshole
Maskhole Maskhole you’re an asshole
Maskhole Maskhole you’re an asshole
Stick that shitup your flagpole
Bridge
Maskhole neighbors in my apartment hall
Maskhole invaders coming to my door
Maskhole joggers huffing and puffing
Maskhole smokers coughing and chucking
If I get sick, cause of you
You’ll die from something stronger than the flu
Verse 3
Your self-regard is out of place
Your theories are from outer space
You don’t give a shit about anyone else
Why don’t you go and fuck yourself
Chorus (2x)
Maskhole Maskhole you’re an asshole
Maskhole Maskhole you’re an asshole
Maskhole Maskhole you’re an asshole
You can stick that shit up your flagpole
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Corona n’ Shack (Explicit - Radio Clean Version also Available)
Verse 1
We been to the Country, we been to the Beach.
Gotta say, none of these was a peach.
Between the Lyme disease bugs, and Mr. Jaws and his spouse
Gonna get my Coronafied Ass, back to my house
Chorus - 2x
Corona and Home
Corona and Shack
Hope the landlord don’t stick,
A knife in my back
Corona and Home
Corona and Shack
Where the neighbors be going,
Yackety Yack
1. We’ll share a six-pack, Corona and Shack
2. We’ll help you unpack, Corona and Shack
3. Come (up and) see me, on the wrong side of the track
4. Won’t you come on back, to Corona and Shack
Verse 2
Guess my apartment, is pretty nice
I got plenty of wildlife, if you include bugs and mice
Open a window; pull up a chair
I call it my terrace, and I won’t share
Chorus - 2x
Verse 3
The pigeons visit, six feet away
When they agree to wear masks, I ask them to stay
Got my tropical breeze, and my blender drink
Don’t have to shower, even if I stink
Chorus - 2x
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THE MANGFATHER BOB KATZ
CAUGHT IN A BUTT SANDWICH
LYRICS BY ROBERT ALAN KATZ
CAUGHT IN A BUTT SANDWICH
Verse 1
Sitting on the subway, all alone
Thinking of the fun I’ll have, when I get home
A man sat down and he was large
His booty almost moved me to the next car
A woman came in and sat abreast
I was thinking ‘which mango is the best’
Lost track of my bearings and when I looked up
I was caught between, ‘uh-oh!’, two big butts!
Refrain
You been caught in a butt sandwich
Caught in a butt sandwich……A butt sandwich…..Butt sandwich
Verse 2
Now normally, I like me some tail
But these rumps was squeezing so tight, I can’t exhale
A woman cross the aisle started screaming in Spanish,
‘Dios mios it’s a Manwich in a butt sandwich!’
I was really embarrassed so I turned to the preacher
He said, ‘let Jesus, be your teacher’
I said, ‘he may be God’s son,
But he’d still be a burger in a hot-cross bun’
Refrain
Bridge
Can't move…….Can't breath……I'm never gonna be able to leave (2X)
Cause I'm caught!
Refrain
Verse 3
So then the train comes around to my stop
I pull and I squeeze, and out I pop
Go flying (in)to the lap of a sexy man
I guess that’s what they mean, by God’s plan
You been caught in a butt sandwich
Caught in a butt sandwich…..A butt sandwich
A sandwich is a sandwich, but a Manwich is a meal
But now I got something real……..A butt sandwich (3X)
A butt sandwich (4X)
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THE GOOD OLD DAYS
Verse 1
You didn’t have no drunk ass teacher with the tenure. You don’t have to like me I don’t care if I offend ya.
You didn’t have to keep your money in your socks, so you can get home when they threaten you with glocks.
You didn’t have to suck at Parsons Boulevard Station. You didn’t have to escape by faking mental retardation.
You didn’t have your friends all die from AIDS. Don’t tell me no shit about “The Good Old Days”.
Verse 2
You didn’t have the sister with her life turned to wreckage. Referenced by Grandmaster Flash in “The Message”.
“They pushed that girl in front of the train. Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again”
You didn’t hear about it on Channel Eleven. That Skull and Crossbones, made an impression.
No one told me what was going on. I followed it on TV, all alone.
Didn’t know if my sister was going to live! And I was just a fucking kid!
You didn‘t have to go to school, the next day. Everybody pointing “why he here,” like I had a say.
None of my teachers asked how I was doing. All I got was “how come your grades aren’t improving?”
You didn’t get no threats from NBC’s Gabe Pressman. An exclusive from my parents or he’d oppress them.
Media sharks feeding frenzy gone wild! And all my father say to me is “how dare you smile!”
Motherfucker, I was still just a child!
So don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge. And don’t tell me no shit about “The Good Old Days”
Bridge
You come to New York, like 5 years ago. Wall Street money, daddy’s credit card in tow.
Buying big apartments, the Gucci garments, you paying in cash, but without the installments.
Talk like you been here, from the beginning. “I miss the old Times Square; it was So Real!”
What the hell do you know! All you doing is winning. “We was kicking it, Old School!”
Sorry, I hate, to call you ridiculous. But just cause you read Patti Smith, don’t make you indigenous!
So you wanna know what, it was really like. Wanna get a good whiff, of that garbage strike.
Let me take your ass back to them good old days!
Verse 3
You didn’t have to walk, in the middle of the street, to stay out of the latest, racial beef
You didn’t get made, to feel like a fool , when that lady from Yale say “we don’t take people from your school!”
You didn’t have the teacher with the gun to the head. You didn’t have the same textbooks Abe Lincoln read.
You didn’t have your arm broke by punks during recess; cause you a Short Fat Faggot Jew Boy, Caucasian Reject.
So there you have it. There’s my dossier. That fucks me up, till this day.
So just don’t tell me, it was only a phase. And don’t tell me no shit, about “The Good Old Days”.
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin’ under (repeat)
How could you say that? I guess this is payback. Fuck you world!
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TOO MANY CRITICS
Chorus
Too many critics, not enough doers, Too many shakers, not enough movers
Too many experts, not enough creators
Gonna go crazy, with all of you haters
It's so easy to criticize. It’s so hard to mobilize. When will you realize….
Verse 1
Little girl post(s) a poem on Facebook
Troll say she look like she came from a spaceship
Everyone think it’s so damn funny
Little girl hang herself on Monday
Mean as shit cause you think you anonymous
Jealousy for those who create is bottomless
Your bullshit opinions are so fucking monotonous
When there’s show called “Loser”, you’ll be eponymous
Chorus
Verse 2
Bigshot Critic takes a playwriting class
Keeps panning us all with his verbal gas
When he bring in his work we give it THUMBS DOWN
That’s the last time we see Mr. Bigshot around
He can dish it out but he can’t take it
He can criticize art but he can’t make it
He’s a snake in the grass, and he can’t fake it
My will is strong and he can’t break it!
Chorus
Bridge (sung)
You Facebook critics are so boring. When you talk I can’t stop snoring
You are not prophetic. You are just pathetic
Verse 3
Sitting in song group going over a piece
My feedback’s going on, it’s giving me no peace
So in love with my voice, say the same thing twice
Better shut the fuck up take my own advice
Cause artistic work is non-negotiable
It lives, it breathes, it's not disposable
This is the thing I’m trying to teach
But I better be sure to follow what I preach!
Chorus
END
(Repeat 1st part of chorus then)
Stop reviewing, Start doing (4-5X) START!
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IF YOU SEE SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING/YO PIZZA RAT
Verse 1
“If you see something, say something”, the poster said
I see a man out cold, don’t know if he’s dead
Tell the cop standing there patrolling the subway
He says “cool your pits man, he’s nothing but a junkie”
Chorus (2X)
(So) If you see something say something (Muthafucka)
And we’ll laugh/smirk and we’ll do nothing
Cause we don’t give a shit, about your suffering
Let’s get these bullets pumping! (1st time)
Let’s get down, get this party bumping! (2nd time)
Verse 2
A man yells “that woman jumped onto the tracks!”
There’s a train speeding toward her gonna flatten her ass
We beg and we plead for her to run
She stands there staring at us, but finally she come
We pull her up to the platform, out of the tracks
She acts like nothing happened; she’s totally whacked
I go up to the subway booth, give it a smack
The token man, seen it, just turns his back
Chorus
Bridge
Stop right there!
Why the fuck you blaming me
I’m not the savior of humanity
You give me these weapons, tell me to stop the terror
Now we’ve got a police state, you see the error
You knew this was coming, take that blanket off of your head
So why the hell you calling me, you made your own bed
Verse 3
(Telephone Dial Tone noise)
911
There’s a donut on the floor with powder that looks like Anthrax.
Yes
Say Something!
911
There’s this guy sitting across from me and he looks like a Mooslim. You know, he's got a beard, and he’s wearing this really big winter coat. Like I don’t know if he’s got a bomb in there or maybe he’s just really fat. He’s also got his hair in this head dress thing and I think he may have a gun in there.
No
Do Nothing!
Crisis HotLine
My best friend’s fiancé just made a pass at me. I believe he may be a terrorist.
Yes
Say Something!
My husband is wearing the ugliest pants I have ever seen. Do you think he may have joined Al Quai Eeda?
No
Do Nothing!
There’s this big McDonald’s bag on the floor and I think there might be something in it.
Yes
Say Something!
Oh, actually it’s just Pizza Rat.
No
Do Nothing!
Yo, Pizza Rat! What up?
Chorus
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THE SYSTEM
What is this System bout I keep hearing
Blame it for everything, it don’t get wearying
When I can’t get a gig, lose the competition
I say ‘Can’t resist em, you can’t beat the System…..Yeah yeah yeah
It’s the System. You can't beat the System.’
And everyone nods their heads like they know what I’m talking bout
But I don’t even know what the hell I’m squawking bout
I’m saying folks with more money and power than me
Have banded together with their homophobic mentality
To deny my musical individuality
My brutalist venal theatricality
That seems to be my spe-ci-a-li-ty
Or maybe they just think I suck
Refrain
'Hey can’t resist em, you can’t beat the System…. Yeah Yeah Yeah….
It’s the System. You can't beat the System’.......
But what if it’s just my own paranoia
That tells me:
‘They’re afraid to employ ya
They try to avoid ya
They want to destroy ya’
And if every time I fail, I blame the system,
I guess that makes me the victim
Then I don’t have to do anything to improve my position
And I can sit on my ass and pretend I got wisdom
Refrain
Well system or no system
I’m gonna get to work like I’m on a mission
Gonna hit you so hard, like Sonny Liston
Prince Charles’s gonna feel it, back in old Great Britain
And all of you haters goin’ straight to prison
Cause it’s my greatness you been missin’
But if I still can’t get a gig….
Refrain
Outro:
It’s the System
But hey, you missed ‘em (many X)
….and I’m still great
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THIS IS MY FUNERAL SONG
Verse 1
To all my friends and loved ones
I hope that you outlived me
And if I was a dick to you
I hope that you’ll forgive me.
I’m writing this stuff down now,
So I won’t be misquoted
You won’t have to guess what I was thinking
And this service won’t be bloated
Chorus
This is my funeral song
You can play this when I'm gone
After that play “Ain’t Nobody”
From Rufus With Chaka Khan
Cast my ashes near a mango tree
Or throw them in the Berring Sea
Maybe if I’m lucky
I’ll wash up at Coney - Island
Verse 2
Please don’t say I was a saint
We all know I wasn’t
Please don’t say my spirit guides you,
We all know it doesn’t
If that mystic shit helps you out,
Well then it’s ok
But me I really liked to eat,
We’ve got a great buffet
Chorus
Verse 3
When I tried to act hard-boiled
You all knew it was a pose
Instead it seemed my job in life
Was to emotionally expose
People called me sensitive
As if it was a curse
But I helped a lot of folks
You could do a whole lot worse
Chorus
Outro
It was a blessing to feel so intensely
It was an honor to love so immensely
I never understood what you saw in me
But hey, who am I to disagree
Now go eat
Go eat! (2X)
It's Good!
Go eat! (2X)
It's Good!
Go eat!
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ENTER THE MANGFATHER
I was bopping along, down the main drag
A big juicy mango in my Gucci bag
Thought I heard someone come sneak up behind me
Pulled my mango pit shiv, case they try to malign me
Saw a nifty tag that was straight up gang
(It) said You want to make it to fifty?
Don’t mess with the mang
Now at first I didn’t think that that message was mine
A lot of guys out here that’s forty-nine
So I scooped up my mango, headed to my crib
Where me and twelve yummy mangos live
Then I saw another piece of fresh graff
If it wasn’t still wet, I’d probably just laugh
It said don’t be a fool,
We coming for you
Now I’m not a man that gets easily creeped
But I have to confess that I totally freaked
I looked around, couldn’t see nothing
But just in case, I started running
A Maybach in the middle of the street,
A mango in the driver’s seat
Shows me that, he’s packing heat
From the way he was stone cold chillin’
I could tell that mango was the villain
He said they call me The Mangfather
But you can just call me Arthur
He grabbed my Gucci bag, took my mango
Rolled over me like he was doing the fandango
Then he used my bag to give me a whang
Turned to me and said with a twang, he was from Down South
Don’t mess with the mang
He said next time baby, do me a favor
I know you be liking that mango flavor
But if you value your life, take my advice, Don’t mess with the mang
The mange is gonna get ya (3X). Don’t mess with the mang
A mango in a Maybach, getting payback (3X). Don’t mess with the mang
The Mangfather gonna get ya. (3X). Don’t mess with the mang
That’s right baby, Don’t mess with the mang
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WOODY GUTHRIE GANGSTA RAPPER
Woody Guthrie was an Oakie
Woody Guthrie was a folkie
Woody Guthrie travelled all over this land said all’s not okey dokey
Is this land your land?
Is this land my land?
"All you can write is what you see”, said Good Old Woody G.
Woody Guthrie lost his mommy
Woody Guthrie was a commie
His father was a member of the KKK
So Woody took his guitar, got the hell away,
and played for everybody
His guitar said “This machine kills fascists”
They threatened him with forty lashes
But he stood for all the world to see,
That Good Old Woody G. (repeat)
(The Ghost of Woody Guthrie)
Hey you!
That’s right faggot, you! It’s the Ghost of Woody Guthrie. Cut that folk shit out! Do you really think that after 50 years, I’m playing an acoustic guitar and doing the same damn thing. Here’s what I’m up to now dumb ass!
I’m leaning on the cops with Black Lives Matter
Hacking the IRS like a young whipper snapper
Defending Planned Parenthood and Roe V Wade
Even though I’m dead and in my grave
I’m snatching that rug offa Trump’s big head
Occupying Wall Street with my waterbed
Don’t touch those refugees, I’ll get you with my dagger
Cause I’m Woody Guthrie I’m a gangsta rapper! (repeat)
I’m twerkin’ and tokin’ with Miley Cyrus
I’m hosting the Grammy’s cause I’m lookin’ so stylish
I’m on Instagram, I’m posting my selfies
I’m so hot, I’m doing a striptease
I’m taking all your guns and keeping um
Gonna redistribute some of your personal income
I’m a True Blue Socialist Bernie Backer
Cause I’m Woody Guthrie and I’m a gangsta rapper! (repeat)
When I died I thought this country was getting more equal
Now this place feels like a really bad sequel
What these Republicans are doing to the poor, should be illegal
You better be scared I’m about to get lethal
I ain’t playing no motha fucking peace songs
I’m blowing up tankers with Greenpeace bombs
I’m out on the prairie, fucking up frackers
Cause I’m Woody Guthrie I’m a gangsta rapper! (repeat)
Look for me in the punk club mosh pits
Look for me with the cyber-activists
Look for me in Tahrir Square
Look for me delivering free health care
Look for me in Zuccotti Park
Look for me in Ferguson, after dark
I’ll be there
Don’t blame that stupid Bob Katz for this song. He just took dictation. Say it again, Bob.
I’m Woody Guthrie I’m a gangsta rapper (4x)
Stop!
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