Cowgirls From Hell |
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Cowgirls From Hell Lyrics |
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 Fire it up! C`mon. Fire it up! Fire it up! C`mon. Good news the sky is fallin, UFO`s with stereos, They keep on callin Freddy D and, Tellin me I need to be in Clevland. Wait a minute! One suggestion, Go to Portland, look at breasts and, All around the world in 3 minutes These aliens never seem to get it. Huh? I`m dreamin, wake me up and, Beam me up, cause I`m red to go. Gimmie cow girls, gimmie spaceships, Gimmie powers, like The Matrix. Oh my god, I lost my direction, Anime girls, my collection. All this time, I`ve been paying dues. And speaking my mind, ya got nothing to lose, C`mon. Giddeyup Giddeyup yee-ha x3 Oh no! There`s a cop at the door and he wanna stop all the mosh from the floo. Whoa! They wanna keep me in line, so I freak me a rhyme for your mind, then I`m dressed to kill. Whoa! Gas chamber, take it slow and, Grab your partner, Dosey-Doe and, Be my guest with, the young and restless. B-I-Z-K-I-T all day. Dr. Evil, the chief inspector. Hannibal Lecter, he`s my cousin. At least a dozen, aliens are inside my oven. Eyes are buggin. Tyler Durden just left a message. But rock and hip hop, I`m all your left with. And all this time, I`ve been paying dues. And speaking my mind, ya got nothing to lose, C`mon. Giddeyup Giddeyup yee-ha x3 C`mon. Fire it up! yee-ha x3 Fire it up! C`mon. Gimmie one one. Gimmie two two. Gimmie three three. Gimmie four four. Gimmie five five. Why you squeeling like a what? Like a pig. Weeeee (whole x4) All the cowgirls say: Giddeyup Giddeyup. Let`s try it cowgirls. C`mon. Giddeyup Giddeyup. And all the cowboys say: Fire it up! Let`s try it cowboys. Fire it up! Cowgirls: Giddeyup Giddeyup x3 Aight Now Cowboys: Fire it up! x3 Go ahead call the law, quickdraw. Lockin up on your jaw, limpdawg. In the form of a gorilla, forrilla. Better known as a backstreet killa. High speed. Ride the lightning. Ladies dance, with no underpants. Cause I`m living low, my flow on your creep, And I`m a vampire startin fires in the street. huh? Pulp Fiction, microchip in-side my lip and, I`m red to go. So outragious, it`s contagious. Teleport me, back to Vegas. Angelina, the perfect form. I`m the panty sniffer. The Perfect Storm. And all this time, I`ve been paying dues, And speaking my mind, ya got nothing to lose, C`mon. Giddeyup Giddeyup yee-ha x3 C`mon. Fire it up! yee-ha x3 Fire it up! C`mon. |
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