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I Got A New Game
00:25
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Two Player Game
02:46
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Rachel darling won't you be mine?
I think about your legs wrapped around my head all the time.
Oh baby darlin, I think that you're so hot.
If you'll be my Guinevere, baby I'll be your Lancelot.
(I ain't no King Arthur material, baby)
I'd sell my soul to the devil, if I could just get you to call me your man.
I'd give you all my extra lives and hearts cuz baby I ain't got no gold if you'll just be my partner in a two player game.
ROCK!
Baby did you know I'm a Prince of Pistolas?
Baby did you know I'm a real rock n rolla?
Swinging from the rafters with a gun in each hand, I got the quickest fingers 'tween New York and Japan.
I ain't talking about no gun play baby.
I'd sell my soul to the devil, if I could just get you to call me your man.
I'd give you all my extra lives and hearts and infinite rock n roll if you'd just be my partner in a two player game.
ROCK!
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3. |
Regular Dead
03:01
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Calling all Demon Hunters.
Grab your crucifix. Gather up your deadly armories, your courage, and wits.
Gonna kill everything that comes up out of the ground.
Kill kill kill everything that goes bump in the night.
Gotta take them down before they take you out.
Living undead to regular dead.
Living undead to regular dead.
Calling all Zombie Slayers.
Grab a machete. Board up your windows. Make sure you lock the doors, you'll be here for days.
Hurry up load that shotgun and check your aim.
Don't trust your best friend, he's been bitten. Now he wants to eat your brains, eat your brains out.
Living undead to regular dead.
Living undead to regular dead.
Calling all undead monstrosities. "Come eat me! I brought a feast for you made of blood and GUTS, come and see!"
Shamble shamble shamble up to me. I'm tasty. Eat me raw.
Come in to close range. Let me see the whites of your eyes. I got my chainsaw. Meet my chainsaw!
Living undead to regular dead.
Living undead to regular dead.
I'm almost out of gasoline.
Living undead to regular dead.
Won't you give me that very last hand grenade?
Living undead to regular dead.
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Baby, did you know I'm a Prince of Pistolas?
Baby, did you know I'm a real RocknRolla?
Swinging from the rafters with a gun in each hand,
I got the quickest fingers 'tween New York and Japan and
I like, ooh baby, I like to get fucked up and shoot guns.
I said bang bang bang bang bang and poppity poppity pow!
Baby, did you I'm a Sultan of Shotty's?
Baby, did you know I rock it back like John Gotti?
Turn your face into a cherry pie, I said my body count's high and so am I and
I like, ooh baby, I like to get fucked up and shoot guns!
I said bang bang bang bang bang and poppity poppity pow!
Baby, did you know I'm a Master O'Machine guns?
Got an equator sized belt of ammo, I said: "Baby, you're done."
Toy soldier about to reap what you sow, just as soon as I clear this jam and reload and
I like, ooh baby, I like to get fucked up and shoot guns!
I said bang bang bang bang bang and poppity poppity pow!
Baby, did you know I'm a King of Akimbo?
It's an Asian word for a gun in each hand, I think. I dunno.
Better start running. Don't stand still cuz if the left one don't get ya, the right one sure will cuz
I like, ooh baby, I like to get fucked up and shoot guns.
I said bang bang bang bang bang and poppity poppity pow!
......(a bunch of mouth noises)
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5. |
1 Cat 2 Cat
00:36
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6. |
Song About Being Crazy
03:41
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What if what the devil's telling me is true?
I'm pretty sure demons only tell lies to you.
I'm still inclined to believe what they say anyway.
I'm still inclined to believe what they say anyway.
Make a deal with the devil.
Pierce it deep. Make your mark. Inked in blood.
Make a deal with the devil.
What if I don't know wrong from right?
I can still dissect your illusions and dispell your lies.
I'm still inclined to believe what they say anyway.
I'm still inclined to believe what they say anyway.
They say "Boy you're crazy. Your perception's hazy, dude."
I'm still inclined to believe what they say anyway.
I'm still inclined to believe what they say anyway.
I'm still inclined to believe what they say anyway.
Take this handful of pills to keep the demons at bay.
I'm still inclined to believe what they say anyway.
Make a deal with the devil.
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7. |
What Momma Don't Know
02:41
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Momma told me to go out and play.
Today I think its gonna rain.
I'm gonna have to play by myself anyway, like I always do.
She said "Get your skinny ass outside. Stay in the yard or I'll tan your hide!"
What I told her was "Okay, Momma!" But I lied.
She didn't know I made a beeline to my girlfriend's house.
Hoping to God her daddy doesn't catch us making out.
Gotta cross an open field of broken glass without making a sound.
What Momma don't know won't hurt her, will it now?
I saw her sitting way over there.
Button nose and big big boobies.
It was danger close but I was drunken by the gaze of a pretty girl who didn't care.
She was smoking cigarettes.
Gave me a kiss; I had a coughing fit.
And then her daddy came out the back door and said "HOLY SHIT, BOY GET OUT OF MY YARD!"
He had a twin barrel twenty gauge of salt ROCK!
Blew my shoes off. I ran back home in bloody socks.
My heart was pumping hard. Something funny is happenin in my pants.
Learned to never trust girls from the school of hard knocks.
Momma was sitting on the porch dual-wielding belt and telephone.
Why, Oh why in the hell did I ever leave home.
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I'm gonna take a trip to the jungle.
This time I'm gonna try not to bungle this expedition in any kind of way.
The wildlife here will rip you apart. It's surely not for the faint of heart.
I'll probably get eat by dinosaurs today.
You see her and you see me; walking tasty treats to be for any carnivorous reptile on our trail. Hundreds of teeth and dozens of eyes, suddenly I realize these vines disguise these velociraptors closing in on our tails.
RUN! RUN!
Get up! Get up! Now go go go! Drop your butts. Don't forget the gold.
We just gotta get the hell out of this place.
Scaly bastards fell upon our team. We're fleet of foot while the rest of them bleed. They're really making haste.
Our lungs are burning. It's not much further. Our ride is hiding on the edge of the horizon. It's our ticket out of here.
This time it seems we're just in luck. We make it back to our machine gun truck. The velociraptors snapping here at our rear.
RUN! RUN!
RUN! RUN!
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9. |
Naked Time
00:20
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10. |
Fork Beard
02:14
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Heard a myth of a man who's twelve foot six and weighs in at a thousand stones.
Carries a twenty-foot spear and a mega flail that disintegrates flesh and bone.
He picks up his enemies with telekinesis and hurls them crazy far.
Controls time and space and goes any place and his dick can touch the stars.
He's mother fuckin FORKBEARD!
All hail Forkbeard, Uruk-Hai Barbarian King,
He's mother fuckin FORKBEARD!
H'es the badest motherfucker you know.
FORKBEARD!
He's probably fucked your mother.
He can eat a cattle ranch and then drink a castle moat.
He chopped off the devils chin and wears his neck beard as a coat.
People call him many things; a hero, a general, a lord.
Well, he pisses fireballs and lightning bolts and he can shit an Uruk-Hai horde.
He's mother fuckin FORKBEARD!
All hail Forkbeard; Uruk-Hai Barbarian King,
He's mother fuckin FORKBEARD!
He's the badest motherfucker you know.
FORKBEARD!
And one day, he'll save us from the Zombies.
The maiden that he carries on his arm is a beautiful charming lass.
If you look twice at her behind he'll beat your sorry ass.
If combat skills could be used as currency, he'd be crazy Oprah rich.
If you see him on the battlefield he'll tell you "Welcome to Thunderdome, bitch."
He's mother fuckin FORKBEARD!
All hail Forkbeard; Uruk-Hai Barbarian King,
He's mother fuckin FORKBEARD!
He's the badest motherfucker you know.
FORKBEARD!
Let's spell it.....
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Who do you think I am?
What kind of fool do you take me for?
Tell me who's in the lead this time of this game.
No one knows the score.
Oh, and when it all comes tumbling down regardless of all the king's horses and all the king's men.
Still, that Armageddon clock keeps ticking down to midnight.
We'll all be ashes in the end.
I have heard it said that theft of life is evil from any eyes.
Thus, we play again these elementary games of truth and lies.
Oh, and when it all comes tumbling down regardless of all the king's horses and all the king's men.
Still, that Armageddon clock keeps ticking down to midnight.
We'll all be ashes in the end.
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12. |
Rage Quit
00:39
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13. |
Boss Fight
06:11
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This right here is an epic story about always having to fight losing battles and never getting a chance to win but always putting up a good fight just to say "I ain't dead yet. At least, not yet."
See there are many types of enemies here in this world and if you listen closely I'll tell you about a few that you're bound to encounter.
First, there are Mooks. They're the bottom of the barrel. You can kill them by the dozen.
Next, there are minions. They're the next step up. They're the Mooks Lieutenants.
End of every level, there's a boss. Baddest dudes in the whole damn game.
End of the game, you fight the final boss.... and that's U&Me&Me&U.
Hero, you've traveled far across the land and bested the strongest of enemies with the greatest of ease. But your last adversary is the most dangerous by far. You will not survive this encounter, I assure you.
With unknown locations and capabilities completely unknown, the only available information we have for you is this; you're in for a boss fight! Good luck! You'll need it!
Now 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BOSS FIGHT!!
No! Don't wait for me! I said save yourself!
Run far away! From certain death!
You'll never get away.
Grab the girl and (Just GET TO THE SAVE POINT)
Give me the bomb and I'll hold them off as long as I can.
Start stepping now up out of the blast zone cuz I'm taking the boss.
Between you and me, I don't stand a chance.
"Abandon all hope ye who enter." said the village elder to me.
"Don't you know this life is a survival mode? You only got one life til defeat."
Game over man! Game over man! Game over man!
Big money! Big prizes! I LOVE IT!
Flames! and lightning bolts, they leap up from his eyes.
Invisibility. Chameleon disguise. (If you see anything, shoot it! Use your motion trackers!)
He sees everything. (That's called omniscience)
After all, it is his stage.
He will rapidly deplete, oh baby, my life gauge.
Give me a medkit or a potion or a phoenix down.
"Abandon all hope ye who enter." said the village elder to me.
"Don't you know this life is a survival mode? You only got one life til defeat."
Game over man! Game over man! Game over man!
Damn! I'm ill-equipped (For this particular menace)
And no one has my back. Hey, wait. What was that?
Is it safe here? I'll look and see....
This game SUCKS! cuz I think I just got sneak attacked.
Alas! My life is low but I (You were already dying, don't you know?)
when he dealt the final blow.
Rage! I scream and shout! I said "FUCK THIS GAME!" and throw the cartridge out.
Continue?
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