Hi, My Name Is Johnny Knoxville .......... Johnny Knoxville

Corona .......... Minutemen

We Want Fun .......... Andrew W.K.

Flesh Into Gear .......... CKY

Somebody's Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In .......... The Rezillos

California Sun .......... The Ramones

Alright, Alright (Here's My Fist Where's The Fight?) .......... Sahara Hotnights

Let's Get F***ed Up .......... Smut Peddlers

Hybrid Moments .......... The Misfits

Cha Cha Twist .......... Detroit Cobras

Angel Of Death .......... Slayer

Baby Got Back .......... Sir Mix-A-Lot

How Did That Get There? .......... Jackass The Movie: The Official Soundtrack

If You're Gonna Be Dumb .......... Roger Alan Wade

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people will survive
In their environment
The dirt, scarcity, and the emptiness
Of our South
The injustice of our greed
The practice we inherit
The dirt, scarcity and the emptiness
Of our South
There on the beach
I could see it in her eyes
I only had a Corona
Five cent deposit

Well if we had our own willing way to go
You'd be doing things, and hoping theres antidote!
When we saw that we'd give you it all!
we're thinkin' you're a lady, yankin' our chains an' all!***

We can get a try!
We can get a try!
with a 1, 2, 3
You'd be startin' to drown!
We can clear the floor
We'd give you a bangin'
ladies and gentelmen do it together!

We want you to give us something more...
You have to lay down on us!
We want us to get up off the floor...
Don't ever lay down on it!
We don't want to ever live or die!
We gotta get out we can make it today
you gotta HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! make it today!

We want fun and you better believe it!
We want fun 'cos we desperately need it!
We want fun, but you dont understand...
... you gotta HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! make me a man!

We want fun and you better believe it!
We want fun either take it, or leave it!
We want fun, and we're gonna get pasted!
We want to have fun, and we want to get wasted!

When we had the time of our life
We'd hook up with the gang
and take you through!
Then youd be in the back of our van
Mum and dad started gettin' real bad!

We want you to give us something more...
You have to lay down on us!
We want us to get up off the floor...
Don't ever lay down on it!
We don't want to ever live or die!
We gotta get out we can make it today
you gotta HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! make it today!

We want fun and you better believe it!
We want fun 'cos we desperately need it!
We want fun, but you dont understand...
... you gotta HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! make me a man!

We want fun 'cos we medically need it!
We want fun eiter take it, or leave it!
We want fun, and we're gonna get pasted!
We want to have fun, and we want to get wasted!

We want pie, want pie, want fun YEAH!
What do we want? What do we want?
We want fun, want pie, want fun YEAH!
What do we want? What do we want?
We want fun, want pie, want pie YEAH!
What do we want? We know what we want!
We want pie, want pie, want pie!
We want to have fun, and we want to get wasted!

I can't expect you to see
me when i'm not around
and my voice is destroyed
by confinement of sound
i'm a human machine
laced with hidden disease
if the future looks bleak
then you're connected to me

flesh into gear
myself appears dissected and pretentious
a simple sound a heavy sigh
you'll win the whole world over
you'll live in fear of being someone that you didn't want to
i realize your insecurities will get the best of you

a traitor's embrace
how foolish how wrong
contained in one place
anxiety spawns
unopened reowned
what's needed upscaled
digested inhaled
unwilling unwound

flesh into gear
myself appears dissected and pretentious
a simple sound a heavy sigh
you'll win the whole world over
you'll live in fear of being someone that you didn't want to
i realize your insecurities will get the best of you

(repeat)

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Well I'm going out west where I belong
Where the days are short and the nights are long

Where they walk and I'll walk They fish and I'll fish
They sin and I'll sin They fly and I'll fly
Where they're out there having fun in the warm California sun

Well, I'm going out west out on the coast
Where the California girls are really the most

Where they walk and I'll walk They fish and I'll fish
They sin and I'll sin They fly and I'll fly
Where they're out there having fun in the warm California sun

Well, the girls are frisky in old 'Frisco
A pretty little chick wherever you go

And they walk and I'll walk They fish and I'll fish
They sin and I'll sin They fly and I'll fly
Where they're out there having fun in the warm California sun

Where they're out there having fun in the warm California sun

No Big Deal
Now I'm gonna let it show
You've got me down
But I won't stay low
I'll make my point
I'll rub it in
I'll watch you slip out of your skin

You're no big deal
Out of style and out of class
Know what I mean
Your name will never last

I can't wait 'til I get back
Into action and attack
Doesn't matter what you say
Hey, what's your mission anyway

You're so afraid of losing it
But you're more afraid of showing it
No good manners, no social skills
Just vanity and overkill

Let's get fucked up
Let's get fucked up
Let's get fucked up
Softball playing lesbians are voting for Al Gore
The Virgin Mary's been replaced by Zsa Zsa Gabor
Rod's Charburger tweakers collect knick-knacks for the thrift store
Rubbers, plastic six-pack ring things and syringes wash up on the shore
Everyone we know is down with Hepatitis C
Some of them have thyroid problems and some have HIV
Interferon injection is the future for you and me
San Onofre and the microwave spew radioactivity
I've stayed clean for more than a decade. I haven't even had a beer
I'm knocking back a Martinelli's when I'm ringing in the new year
The reason that I live this way is getting a bit less clear
You've been living like an angel even the Jesus freaks think you're queer

if you're gonna scream,
scream with me
moments like this never last
When new creatures rape your face
Hybrids open up the door

ooh baby when you cry
your face is momentary
you hide your face behind these scars

in hybrid moments
give me a moment
give me a moment
give me a moment

ooh baby when you cry
your face is momentary
you hide your looks behind these scars

in hybrid moments
in hybrid moments
in hybrid moments
in hybrid moments
give me a moment
give me a moment

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Auschwitz, the meaning of pain
The why that I want you to die
Slow death, immense decay
Showers that cleanse you of your life
Forced in
Like cattle
You run
Stripped of
Your life's worth
Human mice, for the Angel of Death
Four hundred thousand more to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Sadistic, surgeon of demise
Sadist of the noblest blood

Destroying, without mercy
To benefit the Aryan race

Surgery, with no anesthesia
Fell the knife pierce you intensely
Inferior, no use to mankind
Strapped down screaming out to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of Death

Pumped with fluid, inside your brain
Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes
Burning flesh, drips away
Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil
Frigid cold, cracks your limbs
How long can you last
In this frozen water burial?
Sewn together, joining heads
Just a matter of time
'Til you rip yourselves apart
Millions laid out in their
Crowded tombs
Sickening ways to achieve
The holocaust
Seas of blood, bury life
Smell your death as it burns
Deep inside of you
Abacinate, eyes that bleed
Praying for the end of
Your wide awake nightmare
Wings of pain, reach out for you
His face of death staring down,
Your blood running cold
Injecting cells, dying eyes
Feeding on the screams of
The mutants he's creating
Pathetic harmless victims
Left to die
Rancid Angel of Death
Flying free

(LEADS: HANNEMAN, KING, HANNEMAN, KING, HANNEMAN)

Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of Death

Angel of Death

(Intro)
Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big. *scoff* She looks like,
one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff*
They only talk to her, because,
she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big. *scoff*
I can't believe it's just so round, it's like,
out there, I mean - gross. Look!
She's just so ... black!

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waste
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull up tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupy
I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She's wet, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!

(LA face with Oakland booty)
Baby got back!

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Watchin' these bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fuck*
Til the break of dawn
Baby got it goin' on
A lot of simps won't like this song
'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}
If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!}
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back!

Baby got back!
Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'
to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you've got buns, hon
You can do side bends or sit-ups,
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role
And tell you that the butt ain't go
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that!
'Cause your waste is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
Give me a sista, I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
'Cause his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And I pull up quick to get wit 'em
So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back!

(Little in the middle but she got much back) (4x)

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If your gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down you gotta get back up,
I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer but I know enough, to know,
If your gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

Well, I lit my brain with Rot-Gut whiskey
'Till all my pain was chicken fried
And I had dudes with badges frisk me
Teach me how to swallow pride
I took advice no fool would take
I got some habits I cant't shake
I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know enough to know
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down, you gotta get back up
That's the way it is in life and love
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

I've been up and down and down and out
I've been left and right and wrong
Yeah, I've walked the walk and I've run my mouth
I've been on the short end for too long
But if they gave medals for honky tonk wars
Hell, I'd put mine in my chest of drawers
With my irs bills and divorce papers and all that stuff
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down, you gotta get back up
I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know enough to know
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

Thanks to Kelsey for these lyrics.