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(Just saying, I do like some of the songs in this dare)
Player: I hate all songs, especially if they're sung by somebody else, so what do I do? Just sing every song in existence?
Veteran: I guess so
Player: alright then,
Player: *deep breath*
Player: *blurts out every song in existence in under three minutes*
Veteran: ight, my turn
Veteran: Pop, pop, pop, pop Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood Cover fire I need a rumor You're a school shooter A problematic desire I'm just a gun with the hire Pop your skull and your tires I want your feeling and everything in your fiber Uh, uh, uh, uh And I'm popping bubblegum Yeah, I feel you on my tongue Lick across the clip of my gun Am I, am I in love Or am I off the drugs? Your girl say I fuck like a thug She want kisses over blunts Let the chains hit her face Gunshots feel like a blade Swerve the car, make me race Suicide's a mistake Snipers chill with barretts Push you off of the edge Throwing knife, like, pick your fight Pussy boy, I wanna see my bride I feel like Xzibit 'cause I pimp my ride Yeah, bitch, just want you to pick up your side Thoughts contrived, yeah, baby I can never do right in your mind It's just so hard to stay attached to this world Love you like matter MP5 like scatter Blunts just leaves me staggered Got 12 on me Won't let me be Got gummy worms stuck in my teeth I seen her face, I'm that OG Grapple tape on my SMG Talk, talk, talk but you won't beat me Cover fire I need a rumor I'm just cooler All right, IG I had a, had a hard workout today but I'll see y'all later What's up, boy?
Player: why do you hate #brooklynbloodpop
Veteran: do not even speak to me about that song
Captain: i don't want to brag but since I am the best singer in the lobby, this song will sound good
Veteran: well..I mean...
Player: let him have his moment
Captain: Walkin' down the street just shaking my baby Shaking my, shaking my, shaking my baby Walkin' down the street just shaking my baby Shake that baby Walkin' down the street just shaking my baby Shaking my, shaking my, shaking my baby Walkin' down the street just shaking my baby Shake that baby Who put my baby in the oven? Who put my boby in the oven? Who put my baby in the oven? Was it you? (Ugh) Who put that baby in the oven? Who put that baby in the oven? Who put the baby in the fucking oven? Baby in the washer, baby in the dryer Mama's in the kitchen with the baby on fire Mama's in the kitchen with the baby on fire Mama's in the kitchen with the baby on fire Mama's in the kitchen with the baby on fire Mama's in the kitchen with the baby on fire Mama's in the kitchen with the baby on fire Mama's in the kitchen with the baby on fire Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Baby corpses Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Put 'em in the coffin Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Work that baby Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Baby murder Baby in the washer, baby in the dryer Mama's in the kitchen with the baby on fire Mama's in the kitchen with the baby on fire Mama's in the kitchen with the baby on fire Mama's in the kitchen with the baby on fire Mama's in the kitchen with the baby on fire Mama's in the kitchen with the baby on fire Mama's in the kitchen with the baby on fire
Captain: I hate that song
Captain: so much
Captain: I hate it so freaking much
Player: captain, you do know that you can swear, right?
Captain: no, I must remain child friendly
Mr cheese: my go
Mr cheese: I think, maybe Hold on, I'll try to give it another go (Bo-Bo-Boxcutters) My my, I think we have a spy I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side I'll die, so why can't I decide? My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide My my, I think we have a spy I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side I'll die, so why can't I decide? My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide Wokhardt on my dresser and I'm saving it for later Look at your bills, my bills elevator I woke up feeling fruity guess I'm feeling like a hater Where I come from you can't flip you ain't a skater And this is just a neighborly conversation with neighbors They do not have a gun to me pointed under the table And if you were to kick up and make another distraction I could hit the door and be out if I am enabled I won't be what you want to be Kill my pets, label me a freak I've lost bets, but that's on me Kill my friends, fuck the police My my, I think we have a spy I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side I'll die, so why can't I decide? My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide My my, I think we have a spy I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side I'll die, so why can't I decide? My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide I lean on my dresser, huh Thinkin everyday, huh, how can I be extra, huh I'ma find a way, uh You can despite me all you want but I'll be paid, uh You can drink my piss from a glass lemonade, yeah Me like this type of instrumental, yeah (instrumental) Avatar moves, elemental (elemental) Weed mad loud like a kettle (like a kettle) Crank that bass no treble, yeah (no treble) You can hit me on my seven digits (on my digits) Text me baby, yeah, I meant it (oh, goddamn) Try not to get sentimental (stupid bitch) Yeah, you like me, baby, I get it (you an idiot) Lucky like a lottery, please don't try to talk to me (what? What? What?) I'ma try to walk away if you try to talk to me (shut the fuck up) Baby wanna fuck in my truck that's parked in my farm Take her 'round the barn show lil' shawty that I'm hard (ayy, ayy, ayy) My my, I think we have a spy I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side I'll die, so why can't I decide? My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide My my, I think we have a spy I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side I'll die, so why can't I decide? My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to suicide
Mr cheese: I don't hate any song but this was just my least favourite
The gentlemen: finally my turn
The gentleman: I dislike this one because-
Mr cheese: yeah yeah, we get it just SING THE SONG
The gentleman: Load up on guns, bring your friends It's fun to lose and to pretend She's over-bored and self-assured Oh no, I know a dirty word Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now, entertain us A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido Yeah, hey I'm worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed Our little group has always been And always will until the end Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now, entertain us A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido Yeah, hey And I forget just why I taste Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile I found it hard, was hard to find Oh well, whatever, never mind Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now, entertain us A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
veteran: BRO WHAT THE HELL I LOVE SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPITIT
Player: YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS TO EXPLAIN
The gentleman: I..I..Don't like the song because it's very unclassical, it's a disgrace to the music industry
