1. |
WTFIU?
02:10
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HCS, we're up in this place
Lift up those beers, throw 'em back at your face
We dirty Jersey, debaucherous drunks
Down for the skins, the dreads, and the punks
Yes, we're up in this place
So make with a shot and a cold one to chase
Then get on that dance floor and do what you do
This going out to my Jersey crew
So what the fuck is up? We're back in this place
Lift up those beers, throw 'em back at your face
We're not here for fashion, not here for trend
We don't really care who the fuck we offend
Yes, we're back in this place
So show me some fishnet and show me some lace
Then get on that dance floor, start rocking some worlds
This going out to the Jersey girls
Do the Brunswick two-step!
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
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2. |
SISSYFIST
02:22
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Kiss the fist! Sissyfist! You're on the shit list!
Kiss the fist! Sissyfist! You're on the shit list!
Hey Sissyfist it's time for you to answer to the crew.
We were the pack that had your back, now we're after you.
How's it feel to be the prey and know you're gonna pay?
When you see us coming you should run the other way.
When we're brawlin', off you're crawlin' never to be found.
Then we see you sweat a sister just to smack her down.
I guess that's how a coward deals, by beating up his girl.
The next thing that you feel will be us fucking up your world.
Kiss the fist! Sissyfist! You're on the shit list!
Kiss the fist! Sissyfist! You're on the shit list!
Hey Sissyfist it's time for you to answer to the crew.
We were the pack that had your back, now we're after you.
How's it feel to be the prey and know you're gonna pay?
When you see us coming you should run the other way.
Guess you never learned your lesson, how we had enough.
Remember at The Pony when you wanted to be tough?
You smacked your girl in front of us, we went into a rage.
We smacked your ass across the floor and stomped you on the stage.
Kiss the fist! Sissyfist! You're on the shit list!
Kiss the fist! Sissyfist! Yo yo yo, bust this...
So sorry for the girl that buys your lines,
As you victimize the weak of body and mind.
Ain't hard to see the fights you pick.
You're a real tough man when they don't have a dick.
When I see you with a girl it makes me sick.
When I see you on the street I'm'a hit you with a brick.
BOOM! Right in your face.
Leave that disgrace right in his place.
The crew has had enough of your, you're done in.
When you see us coming, you better start running.
Running running running running
Running running, right for you we're gunning.
We'll find you at the record store, find you at the show.
We'll wrap a chain around your neck and beat you to the flo'.
We'll find you at the pizza shop, find you at the pub.
Mace you in the face and make you eat a billy club.
Find you at your local church, find you at your mom's.
Grab you by your head and snatch you out her fuckin' arms.
Drag you to the fucking dirt and stomp you to a stain.
From now on, when you see us, all you'll ever know is pain.
Kiss the fist! Sissyfist! You're on the shit list!
Kiss the fist! Sissyfist! You're on the shit list!
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3. |
SKINHEAD BOI
02:39
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Where you goin' out boy with your crew?
Tellin' me you're havin' just a few
Here we go again, it's nothin' new
Taking off while I sit home and stew
Here's a little message just for you
Silly boot boy, I'm just about through
Before you put your hand on your first brew
You better show me that your love is true
Used to be that we were queen and king
In a love affair, not just a fling
You took a lonely girl under your wing
Always by my side, all cling cling cling
Nowadays I see what's happening
I never hear my phone go ring ring ring
What I thought was love was just a thing
And now I see the truth and I feel that sting
Baby please, now don't be that way (What you always say)
Baby please, I want you to stay (I hear it every day)
I'm on my knees, you want me to pray? (All the games you play)
Don't go away
You come home from the show with stitches and bruise
Smelling like smoke and bitches and booze
Just because you buy me new tattoos
Doesn't mean I'll let myself be used
I don't want to hear you cry your blues
When I finally tell you the bad news
Now the time has come for you to choose
So take a look at what you have to lose
Baby please, now don't be that way (What you always say)
Baby please, I want you to stay (I hear it every day)
I'm on my knees, you want me to pray? (All the games you play)
Don't go away
Now it's time for what I have to do
If you're sayin' this is all poo-poo
Maybe you can answer this one too
Why is there another girl singing to you?
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4. |
SKINS DON'T CRY
02:20
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I would say I'm sorry if I thought that you would give a shit
But I know I drank too much and now I'm just too tanked and lit
Don't want to chat about it, blow your advice out your ear
So I get smashed about it, drowning my sorrows in beer 'cause
Skins don't cry
Skins don't cry
I would get down at your feet and beg forgiveness, pleading you
But I fear if I bend down, I'll throw up on your brand new shoes
Don't want to chat about it, blow your advice out your ass
So I get smashed about it, bartender, fill up my glass 'cause
Skins don't cry
Skins don't cry
I would break a bottle on my head if it would hurt my shame
But I say, "Why bother?", I'm so loaded, I forget your name
Blitzed past my limit, out with the boys
Blew all my chances, so I run through the streets yellin' "Oi! Oi! Oi!"
Oh, I would do most anything to get you back in the sack
But I just keep on drinkin', knockin' those Budweiser's back 'cause
Skins don't cry
Skins don't cry
Skins don't cry
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5. |
BUMBL-B
02:53
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Hot seat, walking down Mott Street,
Man I never seen a mamasana with sistah's body.
Hot-te, do she know karate?
'Cause you best believe I let that mama get a black belt from me.
I love the way she giggles when she sees me looking at her.
She turns around and sees me peeping out her pupu platter.
Every time I hear her yapping in her Chinee chatter,
I wanna take my tiger prawn and dip it in her batter.
Watchee, yellow tail hamachi,
Lookin' like a Kristi Yamaguchi with a J-Lo body.
Hot-te, she ain't sippin' latte,
Brothah, no, she's drinking 40 ounces in the alley with me.
A terracotta warrior a-huntin' for the dragon.
She hypnotize a bruthah when she gets that tail a-waggin'.
A jewel of the orient I wish that I was taggin'.
And if I ever get it, boy, you best believe I'm braggin'.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Now I know where the fried rice go.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Making spring roll of my wun hung lo.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Now I know where the wontons go.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Making spring roll of my one hung low.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Now I know where the dim sum go.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Making spring roll of my wun hung lo.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Now I know where the lo mein go.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Making spring roll of my one hung low.
Creeping up the fire escape to get a peek.
A crack in the curtains made my knees go weak.
Would my pride be denied? I tried to hide.
Then the window cracked open and she pulled me inside.
She had a CJ London corset on.
It looked nice, boy, she didn't have to force it on.
Body like a nubian made me say "Wow".
Her chow looked fun and her kung said POW.
On each other like white on rice,
Went through 2 pairs of handcuffs and 3 trays of ice.
By dawn she was gone, my numma one lover,
Sweat on the sheets, crumpled up covers.
No note, no number, maybe I failed to impress her,
Then I saw a little fortune cookie sitting on her dresser.
Cracked it open, this is what it said:
"Sin is treasure when it's pleasure... IN BED"
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Now I know where the wontons go.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Making spring roll of my one hung low.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Now I know where the dim sum go.
Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B, Bumbl-B Bo!
Making spring roll of my wun hung lo.
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6. |
JOHNNY DATE RAPE
02:59
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You saw me standing bar side, whiskey in my hand.
And once I caught your eye I knew what I had planned.
There wasn’t anything so special about you.
It was just one of those nights anyone would do.
You wanted some stank on your hang-low.
A girl asleep, she can’t say no.
You wanted to peak in my meat-drapes.
And a sleeping girl can’t escape.
And I was gonna give it to you anyway.
Oh such a shame, the game you had to play.
Now the crew’s on you and you won’t escape,
My little Johnny Date Rape.
I gave you every hint, I threw you all the signs.
But still I had to hear your corny pick-up lines.
Your lack of confidence, it should have made me think.
‘Cause when I turned around you slipped it in my drink.
When I awoke next morning
I came to under stand.
I saw you passed out bed side,
Pork dagger in your hand.
Now you bear all the blame.
You shoulder all the shame.
And I’ll never be the same,
Because I'm pissing out flames!
It was a bloody mess, the night we all found you.
And now you’re sipping soup up in the I.C.U.
So maybe next time you will give a girl a chance.
‘Cause roofies ain’t the way to get in someone’s pants.
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7. |
LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE
03:13
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Leave me the fuck alone, I just want to stay at home.
Leave me the fuck alone, I want to stay in my home.
Leave me the fuck alone, don’t wanna hear you piss and moan.
Leave me the fuck alone, I want to stay in my home.
I’ve got everything I need, my Vic Rice record and a bag of weed.
You got no place to hate if I want to stay home and hibernate.
Leave me the fuck alone, I just want to stay at home.
Leave me the fuck alone, I want to stay in my home
Leave me the fuck alone, I disconnected my fucking phone.
Leave me the fuck alone, I want to stay in my home.
I’ve got everything I please, my pocket rocket and some batteries.
You got no place to hate if I want to stay home and masturbate.
Leave me the fuck alone, I just want to stay at home,
Leave me the fuck alone, I want to stay in my home.
Leave me the fuck alone, I got some cold foam and home grown.
Leave me the fuck alone, I want to stay in my home.
I’ve got everything a fat man could wanna chew,
A case of Pabst Blue Ribbon & some barbecue.
You got no place to hate, if I wanna stay home and gain some weight.
Leave me the fuck alone, I just want to stay at home.
Leave me the fuck alone, I want to stay in my home.
Leave me the fuck alone, I’m in an anti-social zone.
Leave me the fuck alone, I want to stay in my home.
Leave me the fuck alone, I just want to stay at home.
Leave me the fuck alone, I want to stay in my home.
Leave me the fuck alone, and don’t be using that bitchy tone.
Leave me the fuck alone, I want to stay in my home.
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8. |
JENNY WHISKEY
02:13
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Jenny Whiskey, she came out to party.
Jenny Whiskey, she's gonna drink alot-ee.
Jenny Whiskey, had another shot-ee.
Jenny Whiskey, my little alcohottee.
And she don't feel no pain as she goes insane.
Jenny Whiskey, rollin' with a swagger.
Jenny Whiskey, I love to watch her stagger.
Jenny Whiskey, the boys they always nag her.
Jenny Whiskey, because they wanna shag her.
And she don't feel no pain as she goes insane.
Jenny Whiskey, she'll drink you through the table.
Jenny Whiskey, you best believe she's able.
Jenny Whiskey, stumbling but stable.
Jenny Whiskey, forever is her label.
And she don't feel no pain as she goes insane.
Jenny Whiskey, yeah, you know you've seen her.
Jenny Whiskey, my little Stumbelina.
Jenny Whiskey, uh oh, she's getting meaner.
Drinking whiskey like it was aquafina.
And she don't feel no pain as she goes insane.
Jenny Whiskey, she'll drink you to submission.
Jenny Whiskey, she's drinking her nutrition.
Jenny Whiskey, just look at her condition.
Jenny Whiskey, the girl is on a mission.
And she don't feel no pain as she goes insane.
Jenny Whiskey, she came out to party.
Jenny Whiskey, she's gonna drink alot-ee.
Jenny Whiskey, had another shot-ee.
Jenny Whiskey, my little alcohottee.
And she don't feel no pain as she goes insane.
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9. |
LOLITA
03:00
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What gets your Clockwork lust to tick,
Causes your jaw to drop,
Every time you watch her lick
That cherry lollipop?
This apple juicy, plump and lush
But still a little green,
That you cannot pluck, much less touch,
And come out feeling clean.
Ain't worth the price to pay. She'll be 18 some day.
To turn and walk away can't be so hard with a conscience that rings.
Ain't worth the price to pay. She'll be 18 some day.
I can smell innocence at 50 yards, here I don't smell a thing.
Why is your moral fabric worn,
Your psyche sunk so low?
Did you forget when she was born
You were at your first show?
She sees you torn, she’s so amused.
You’re not above the law.
It ain’t been that long since she used
That Macy’s training bra.
She’s like a junior Betty Page.
She’s got that talk, that walk.
Is she aware of her own age?
Who set ahead her clock?
Oh, how can one so young entice?
Something in the water?
Well doesn’t it make you think twice
‘Bout raising a daughter?
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10. |
FUCK HAMILTON STREET
01:35
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Fuck Hamilton Street!
"2 black hookers and 4 pink holes."
F-U-C-K Hamilton Street, fuck you!
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11. |
I'VE GOT A BOOT
02:46
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I've got a boot with a toe made of steel not lead.
And I just want you to know it's gonna kick you in the fucking head.
(2x)
I'm gonna...
Kick you when you're uptown,
Kick you when you're downtown,
Kick you when you're standing 'round,
Kick you when you're on the ground,
Kick you little boy, I heard what you said.
I'm gonna...
Kick you whether day or night,
Kick you whether black or white,
Kick you 'cause you're not right,
Kick you til you see the light,
Kick you little boy, down this path you've lead.
I've got a boot with a toe made of steel not lead.
And I just want you to know it's gonna kick you in the fucking head.
(solo)
I've got a boot with a sole, just about one inch thick.
And I shall stomp a mudhole, 'cause you're acting like a fucking dick.
(2x)
I'm gonna...
Stomp you when you're uptown,
Stomp you when you're downtown,
Stomp you when you're standing 'round,
Stomp you when you're on the ground,
Stomp you little boy, I heard what you said.
I'm gonna...
Stomp you whether day or night,
Stomp you whether black or white,
Stomp you 'cause you're not right,
Stomp you til you see the light,
Stomp you little boy, down this path you've lead.
I've got a boot with a toe made of steel not lead.
And I just want you to know it's gonna kick you in the fucking head.
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12. |
FUCK YOU, YOU'RE IRISH
01:56
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Patsy McCann, will you marry my daughter?
Patsy McCann, will my daughter you'll wed?
Ten gold sovereigns right down, I'll give you
A three-legged stool and a fine feather bed
St. Peter, St. Paul, and St. Patrick
Are the pictures that hang on the wall
I'll throw them all into the bargain
If you'll marry my daughter at all
Some liquor was spilled on the barroom floor
As the place closed up for the night
When out of his hole came a wee brown mouse
And sat in the pale moon light
He lapped up the liquor on the barroom floor
And back on his haunches he sat
And all night long you could hear him roar:
"Bring on the goddamn cat, Oi! Oi!"
Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it went straight to my head
Where ever I may roam
On land or sea or foam
You will always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home
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13. |
DIAMONDS OF THE RUFF
05:14
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Hub City Stompers New Brunswick, New Jersey
Formed and founded in 2002 and hailing from the "hub city" of New Brunswick, NJ, Hub City Stompers embraces various styles
of ska from the 60's thru the 80's, and adds reggae, punk, oi!, hardcore, hip-hop, jazz and even classical influences, managing to avoid a typical, formulaic ska sound and steer clear of cliche poppy ska lyrics.
7 CD's, national/international tours down, and ready for more.
... more
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