Showing posts with label parody. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parody. Show all posts

Nov 11, 2014

Lyric Parody of Scotty McCreery's "Feelin' It"


  Another potty-humor lyric parody from the mind of a perpetual 13-year-old.

"Flatulence"
(Lyric Parody of Scotty McCreery's "Feelin' It")

I'm flatulent

Black beans beanin'
Salsa saucin'
Tacos down the hatch
Cheese is cheesin'
Beef is beefin'
I should have skipped this snack
Flatulence

Beer is bubblin'
Tummy's troublin'
Pressure's building' up (uh)
On a third date
I shouldn't have ate
Somethin' that would struggle in my gut (flatulence)

And I pray, I pray I can hold on
Hope nothin', nothin' will go wrong
I don't wanna play a sphincter song
Must hold it in

Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like feelin' that intestinal feelin'
Hunched up, pray for luck, God willin'
but it's flatulence, It's flatulence
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like grinnin' while tension climbs
Drop an SBD if I can
Hope it don't get out of hand
It's flatulence
Oh, It's flatulence

Please no rippin'
Nothing for whiffin'
Slip, slippin' holdin' on tight (man this sucks)
Date gets hotter
Don't drop a rotter
Keep organs in a vice (flatulence)

And I pray, I pray I can hold on
Hope nothin', nothin' will go wrong
I don't wanna play a sphincter song
Must hold it in (like this)

Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like feelin' that intestinal feelin'
Hunched up, pray for luck, God willin'
but it's flatulence, It's flatulence
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like grinnin' while tension climbs
Drop an SBD if I can
Hope it don't get out of hand
It's flatulence
Oh, It's flatulence

Egg needs layin'
Donkey needs brayin'
But my girl wants a kiss
Red faced confession
Gaseous expression
Baby forgive me for this
(Flatulence)

Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like feelin' that intestinal feelin'
Set free, full relief, expellin'
It's flatulence, It's flatulence
Whoa, oh no
Ain't nothin' like grinnin' when tension's gone
She just laughs as she holds my hand
She says she understands
It's flatulence
Oh, It's flatulence

We go parkin'
Kia's rockin'
Please no shartin'
Oh, I'm flatulent

Sep 18, 2014

Small Town Douchebag


 Small Town Douchebag
(Lyric parody of Brantley Gilbert/Thomas Rhett/Justin Moore's "Small Town Throwdown")

Oh bruh

Around these parts his kind ain't new
No job but drives a jacked Chevrolet
Plays rap-rock, tatts on neck
3 kids from 3 girls on the way
Runs stop signs

Got a party at his folks' house tonight
Hand on his crotch, drinkin' fake shine
He loves gauge earrings and skanky girls,
Never got a ticket, claims he's done time

He's a small town douchebag
He loves to squall his tires and call people fags
And dawg, where da hoes tonight, drinkin' Natty gettin' tight
Skinny jeans or a sag, he's a small town douchebag

Yo, who got some ganja son?

Now he's got a house full of dumbass bros
Round here they're common as grass is
Rockin' Lil Wayne and FGL
Tore up, showin' their asses

What you looking at man?

Somebody says there's college boys
Rollin' in to hook up with their b**ches
If they step in there usin' fancy words
He's gonna send 'em home in stitches

He's a small town douchebag
His mean mug takes over when his brain power lags
And dawg, where da hoes tonight, drinkin' High Life gettin' tight
Fly high that rebel flag, he's a small town douchebag

C'mon

He's a small town douchebag
He loves to squall his tires and call people fags
And dawg, where da hoes tonight, drinkin' Taaka gettin' tight
Skinny jeans or a sag, he's a small town douchebag

He's a small town douchebag
He loves to squall his tires and call people fags
And dawg, where da hoes tonight, drinkin' Natty gettin' tight
Skinny jeans or a sag, he's a small town douchebag

He's a small town douchebag

WTF

Jul 8, 2014

We Are Bro Country



We Are Bro-Country
(Lyric parody of Hank Jr's "Young Country")

We are bro-country, we are bad ass
Illegitimate children of inbred white trash
Our hair might be faux-hawked, jeans glittered and spiked
We know how to get drunk and go lookin' for fights 

We know what's tight, glass pack exhaust
And if you don't like it, I'll punch you, boss
We name drop the old stuff, but we only like new
And we do our own rappin', blue jean booty slappin'
If you're offended, F you

We are bro country, we ain't too bright
Our music and lifestyles, are big piles of shite
We don't have diplomas, or shirts that fit right
but we know how to bang skanks come Saturday night 

We like Eminem, we get faded to EDM
We like Lil Wayne and Jay-Z and T-Pain
Old Hank would be sick, wait who is old Hank?
We like our country mixed with hip-hop and stank

We are bro-country, we have no pride
Except in our bench press and sweet jacked up rides
Kid Rock would be proud and Fred Durst give props
'cause we like our country with drum loops and bass drops
We like to smoke bowls, we like to roll coal
Don't like it? F u!

Jun 24, 2014

Douchenbach (Parody Lyric)



Douchenbach, Georgia
(Lyric Parody of Waylon & Willie's "Luckenbach, TX")

The only two things in life that make it worth livin'
Is DJs that drop bass and ass shakin' women
I just need my name on a tatt that's tight
I bust my rhymes so you'll go down on me tonight
Maybe it's time we got this Chevy stuck in the mud

Let's go to Douchenbach, Georgia
With Aldean and Brantley and the dudes
Get these Rockford Fosgates kickin'
We'll be crankin' up the Fiddy and Ja Rule
Between Hank Junior's boozin' and
FGL's Cruisin' and Juvy backin' that thang up
Out in Douchenbach, Georgia everybody's raisin' they cups

So baby let's buy some wallet chains
Square toed boots and shiny jeans and go away
This mowing yards has got to stop
And working at your beauty shop, you cry all day
We've been so busy living home with our moms
They won't let us smoke and throw out our beer bongs
Maybe it's time we got this Chevy stuck in the mud

Let's go to Douchenbach, Georgia
With Colt Ford, Cole Swindell and the bros
Get these Rockford Fosgates kickin'
We'll be crankin' up some Chingy and some J-Kwon tho'
Between Snoop Doggy's tokin' and
Limp Bizkit Rollin' and Toby Keith kickin' some ass
Out in Douchenbach, Georgia everybody's raisin' they glass

Let's go to Douchenbach, Georgia
With Luke Bryan, Sam Hunt and the dudes
Get these Rockford Fosgates kickin'
We'll be crankin' up the Fiddy and Ja Rule
Between Hank Junior's boozin' and
FGL's Cruisin' and Juvy backin' that thang up
Out in Douchenbach, Georgia everybody's raisin' they cups

Jun 3, 2014

She Stopped Shakin' It Today


Based on this. Kinda NSFW.

"She Stopped Shakin' It Today"
(Parody of George Jones' "He Stopped Loving Her Today")

She said I'll shake it all your life
He told her I like your tan lines
As her butt would slowly grind
He sipped apple pie moonshine

He kept her picture on his dash
Of his lifted chromed-out truck
He loved him that country ass
Twerkin' to "Turn Down For What"

Got her name tatted on his leg
Barbed wire heart in red and blue 
And every time she gave him head
He would whisper I love you

I saw him at the gym today
Slamming down weights, stinking of beer
Said his girl had gone away
First time he missed callin' me queer

She stopped shakin' it today
He texted her that she's a whore
And soon he'll cry and smoke a j
She stopped shakin' it today.

[Spoken:]
Ya' know she gave him one last phone call
And she was pissed off about the crabs
Said "we're through" and he punched the wall
Buried his face in his ball cap

[Sang:]
She stopped shakin' it today
He texted her that she's a whore
And soon he'll wreck his Chevrolet
She stopped shakin' it today.

Apr 15, 2014

If You're Gonna Play in Georgia... (Alabama Parody)



"If You're Gonna Play In Georgia
(You Gotta Have A DJ In The Band)"
(Parody of Alabama's "If You're Gonna Play in Texas (You Gotta Have a Fiddle in the Band)"
Idea adapted from Facebook post by Steven Pony Hill

If you're gonna play in Georgia, you gotta have a DJ in the band
That lead guitar's alright but son, not for a Leesburg man
So make that EQ bounce for "Country Girl" and let's all jam
If you're gonna play in Georgia, you gotta have a DJ in the band

I remember down in Macon we were playin' country songs
When a frat-boy in the back stood up and yelled, "Get Your Shine On!"
He said, "We hate what you're doin', we need the thump real strong,
Bro, that twang you're twangin' don't belong"

If you're gonna play in Georgia, you gotta have a DJ in the band
That lead guitar's alright but not for a Columbus man
So make that EQ bounce with some Colt Ford and let's all jam
If you're gonna play in Georgia, you gotta have a DJ in the band

So we flattened our cap brims and borrowed some sweet wallet chains
Them Georgians jumped and hollered when Jeff smiled and dropped the bass
You say y'all all wanna twerk it
You say ya wanna grind a ho'
Well, here's your douche-bag song before we go

If you're gonna play in Georgia, you gotta have a DJ in the band
That lead guitar's alright but son, not for a Smyrna man
So make them hotties bounce for "Bottoms Up" and let's all jam
If you're gonna play in Georgia, you gotta have a DJ in the band

If you're gonna play in Georgia, you gotta have a DJ in the band
That lead guitar's okay, but son, not for a Moultrie man
So make that EQ bounce for "Chillin' It" and let's all jam
If you're gonna play in Georgia, you gotta have a DJ in the band

Mar 18, 2014

If Dallas Davidson Had Written These Big Hits



FTM ponders what these famous rock, R&B, rap and country songs would have sounded like if Dallas Davidson or any of his compadres had written them...



Pearl Jam - Even Flow
Gravel road, trucks arrive tires oversized
Oh, bring some hoes, who can make the sugar shake
Better yet, we'll have Miller Lite again
Lite again, Lite again...



Roberta Flack - First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
The first time ever I saw dat ass
I felt my skinny jeans start to rise
And the moon and the stars over my tailgate
Got to watch me get in them thighs



Merle Haggard - Fightin' Side of Me
If you gone mad-dog, step up:
Let these brass knucks be a warnin'.
If you're cock-blockin' on hotties, son,
You bout to meet the fightin' side of me.



Carl Perkins (Elvis Presley) - Blue Suede Shoes
Well, it's one for the honeys,
Two for the shine,
Three for my Chevy,
Past the county line.
But don't you step on my square-toed boots.
You can do anything but lay off of my square-toed boots.



Jay-Z - 99 Problems
99 problems but a hitch ain't one
If you need to pull a trailer, get a Smittybilt son
I got 99 problems but a hitch ain't one
Hit me

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