GREATEST SONG IN THE WORLD!

Who thinks this song is awesome? (sorry for typo's) Swears alot, but well worth it. youtube it - The Tic Toc Parody - By The Midnight Beast. Kids, read it first, then watch it with the sound low. its a bit dirty.

Wake up in the mornin' feeling like winehouse.
Grab my breezer i'm out the door i'm gonna be really loud.
No i don't care who I piss off, yeah I'm a real big sinner.
Sometimes I eat my desert Before my dinner.

I'm talking, Odd socks on my toes, toes,
Taking off all my clothes, clothes,
feeling over exposed, 'sposed,
So I put back on, all of my clothes.

Flush Before i wee, wee,
get arrested daily, ly,
try to egt a peek of some titties.

I'm mad really bad,
but don't tell my mum and dad,
pucker up, kiss my butt, 'cz im bloody f*cken nuts,
Hear the bass, skinny waist, now lets copy pokerface, like,
woah-wo-ah-woah-wo-ah.
I'm mad really bad but don't tell my mum and dad,
pucker up, kiss a nut,
'cuz it sells to be a slut,
Hear the bass, skinny waist, now lets copy pokerface, like,
woah-wo-ah-woah-wo-ah.

Stay up 'till 11, when my curfew is 10,
"Goodnight sweetie, sleep well." "shutup mum i'm on MSN!"
Now the girls are linin' up 'cuz we're pussy sailin',
But we punch 'em in the mouth if they're not Sarah Palin!

I'm talking, doing things we'll regret, gret,
Menthol cigarrette, rette,
Butt plugs in his pet,
WOAH! WOAH! WOAH!

Text sex on my samsung,
not telling dad mum rung, rung,
have sex with alexa chung,
by telling her i'm well hung (well, i'm quite well hung).

I'm mad really bad,
but don't tell my mum and dad,
pucker up, kiss my butt, 'cz im bloody f*cken nuts,
Hear the bass, skinny waist, now lets copy pokerface, like,
woah-wo-ah-woah-wo-ah.
I'm mad really bad but don't tell my mum and dad,
pucker up, kiss a nut,
'cuz it sells to be a slut,
Hear the bass, skinny waist, now lets copy pokerface, like,
woah-wo-ah-woah-wo-ah.

This is the part where the rap breaks down,
this is the part where the drums go pow,
this is the part where your balls sag down,
this is the part where you're pants go brown.
This is the part where your dad leaves one cold christmas eve to get some more milk, and never comes back, and 17 years later you find out he's got another whole fucken family and he doesn't even know your fucken name anymore!
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
*cries* i'm sorry.


I'm mad really bad,
but don't tell my mum and dad,
pucker up, kiss my butt, 'cz im bloody f*cken nuts,
Hear the bass, skinny waist, now lets copy pokerface, like,
woah-wo-ah-woah-wo-ah.
I'm mad really bad but don't tell my mum and dad,
pucker up, kiss a nut,
'cuz it sells to be a slut,
Hear the bass, skinny waist, now lets copy pokerface, like,
woah-wo-ah-woah-wo-ah.

JUST DANCE!
BAD ROMANCE!
NOW LETS COPY POKERFACE, like, woah, wo-ah, woah, wo-ah.

Erm..good soung?

whats dat mean?

okay that song is weird and i was just listening to it.

no way

okay . . . .

another awesome song. listen to this one --

You don't know how much I adore
this damp rag soaked in chloroform
It makes me so hard to ignore
'cause I could never keep your attention
I'm not one to make threats
I've been reduced to promises
I lie to myself 'cause I do it best
I'm not honest with my intentions

So if the blindfold starts to slip and
the rope starts to rip and
I slowly start to give in
Girl, you know I'm sorry
But tonight I'll wait until
I know you're fast asleep
to poison you with memories
of you and me
I pray you die slowly
so I can be the last thing you see
You'll see

Girl, you're busy and that's fine
but there's one thing I gotta get off my mind
I won't take too much of your time
I promise this won't last long, no
I used to be your biggest fan you
used to say I was your man
Now if I can't have you no one can
I'll be the last boy you hang up on

So if the blindfold starts to slip and
the rope starts to rip and
I slowly start to give in
Girl, you know I'm sorry
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
But tonight I'll wait until
I know you're fast asleep
to poison you with memories
of you and me
I pray you die slowly
so I can be the last thing you see
Oh you'll see
Ha

She's losing consciousness
I'm gaining confidence
It's starting to make sense
Whoa, whoa
She's covered in fingerprints
from her lips to her hips
All I wanted was one more kiss
Whoa, whoa

She's losing consciousness
I'm gaining confidence
It's starting to make sense
Whoa, whoa
She's covered in fingerprints
from her lips to her hips
All I wanted was one more kiss
Whoa, whoa

Tonight I'll wait until
I know you're fast asleep
to poison you with memories
of you and me
I pray you die slowly (die slowly)
so I could be the last thing you see
I pray you die slowly (die slowly)
so I could be the last thing you see
I pray you die slowly
so I could be the last thing you see

Hows about

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

its okay.