Hold Your Bad Touch Against Me (Tonight)

Mashup of:
Soft Cell - Tainted Love
Norman Greenbaum - Spirit In The Sky
White Stripes - Seven Nation Army
Darude - Sandstorm

Tainted Sky (Soft Cell, Norman Greenbaum, White Stripes, Darude)

PROFESSIONALISM

reeses the puff engine

Can someone explain how I got over 3,000 plays?!

Drop It Like A Thrift Shop

LYRICS:
I was abandoned at birth, brand new to earth
The young calzone fate handed the worst
A Girl called in late, hammered, and slurred
her words while the phone-man candidly smirked

Born, and we whipped down Camden & third
Knocked at the door, no answer at first
Vibrating phone still crammed in her purse
Heard no word, Awww damn I’M concerned! 

If she don’t get the door, I know that I’m gon' be alone to live
How am I supposed to get a job if I am only this tall?
I gotta ball, I gotta be the one the people know
Came up from the bottom and I do it for my D.P. Dough’s

Waiting on the porch, early morning, like
Will I ever get to live a normal life?
…A couple kids and an adoring wife?
The driver hit me with a warning like...

*Delivery Driver*
“Bro, if she doesn’t get the door in a minute,
I’ma have to leave and get these orders delivered
I knocked and I called, ain’t much more I can give it
And I think she fell asleep on the floor, but it’s dim lit
I can kinda see her body layin
She ain’t waking up is really all I'm tryna say and
Bro I hate to see you sad, see you contemplating
How a young calzone is supposed to make it
Boy, if you get on your grind and your mind is about the paper
You gone start to realize you can make it major
They gone start to feel the vibe, cuz it’s so contagious
Pepperoni all the time for the fuckin haters!!!!

It used to make sense
But now it’s all funny
I couldn’t pay rent
But now your boy's stunting
It used to rain then
But now it’s all sunny
I used to make friends
BUT NOW I MAKE MONEY

Tryna get back 
to the store before we close.
Losing heat in the backseat, Lordy knows,
All left calzones before me froze...
But that’s not how this story goes!

Hopped out my box then stretched my legs!
Feet hit the floor like heavy kegs.
Ran through the door see standing before me..
The man who restored me, And he said….

Ain’t no mistaking...
He told me I’ma make it.. uh
He told me I’ma make it..
Ain’t no mistaking...
He told me I’ma make it.. uh
He told me I’ma make it.. uh

It used to make sense
But now it’s all funny
I couldn’t pay rent
But now your boy's stunting
It used to rain then
But now it’s all sunny
I used to make friends
BUT NOW I MAKE MONEY

x4
But Now I make I money

Life Of A Calzone

Larry David (Pretty Good) featuring Larry David, Leon and Wanda
Produced by JRB
Written by the Narcicyst

Verse 1:
I feel like Larry David, I left Canada Lately,
Haven't written in months, feeling frumpy and pasty
Can't get any work did and my manager hates me,
A social assassin, candid and racy...
we on, everyone's case, All up in your place like Leon, might be on,
TV when you see me, knee deep, but I won't speak for free, I'm beyond stush,
Debonaire, push my buttons I'm a menace,
Funkhousin' when I'm on that kush,
(don't say I have an ass fetish) , but you can tell Cheryl and Wanda that I'd know that tush
Anywhere (yeah), Any care? (naw)
Word to Loretta, Things only get better
but I'mma get bitter, my time's spend funny like Sienfeld money, what? You calling me a quitter?
I'm coming to getcha, Crazy Eyes Killa
Cooking up shit like a chef with turrets
Curb Your Enthusiasm for a Minute,
You heard I'm a moody Asshole, I get it...

Chorus:
Larry David, Richard Lewis, Everybody, get into it
(Pretty Pretty Pretty Pretty Good)
Larry David, Mission Music, Everybody get into it...
(Pretty Pretty Pretty Pretty Good)
Larry David, Richard Lewis, Everybody Listens to us...
(Pretty Pretty Pretty Pretty Good)
Larry David George Costanza, You already know the answer...
(Pretty Pretty Pretty Pretty Good)

Verse 2:
I'm a rich prick, from a poor shmuck,
Don't stop and chat, I won't fuck with that
I'll steal your fork- no Jewish Pork, can't stand LA I'm moving to New York
Don't shit where you eat, feed the poor- I don't think I could do that, either OR
Laugh out Loud, Don't LOL.
Maybe I shouldn't but I'll tell her still.
Larry David, Far from Jewish, You're Richard Lewis, No Balls to do it, This mission music,
My intuition is you didn't listen, we should all get stupid.
Wanna chat and cut? Why you asking us?
Slight chance I moved out to France..
Gassed up in Paris, you can't see us ...
Ride around in my Yaris or Prius.
I'm like Larry David with an affidavit
Smacking Kramer, my bastard neighbour,
After the laugh factory act that he actually had to leave,
he just had to be degraded.
My show been the greatest, no debate, I'm syndicated, no one been as hated.
You integrated, I'm so unique. I know my peace, so vindicated...
You thought you really knew me, but do you feel me moving?
Tell me Whatever works, my life the realest movie..
My homie Woody Allen Told me, I'm the biggest jerk.
But i don't trust respect, When you going to cut the cheque?

Chorus X 2

Tainted Sky (Soft Cell, Norman Greenbaum, White Stripes, Darude)

Mitchell Openlander

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