Please make sure that if you’re going to make a drifting edit to this song that your car looks like shit. If you do, drop links to them in the comments.The car should not be released after 2005. Rusting is a plus, as are non-working headlights or missing hubcaps. 

April Fool’s.

(Lyrics:)

Ridin’ through the city in some femboy socks
Smokin’ up a pack with a bad e-thot
I’m a truecel Chad with a caged-up cock
But I’m fuckin’ on my opps like that shit’s unlocked

Sippin’ on a cocktail, trippin’ off the rock
Got a bitch with a fox tail stickin’ out her gyatt
Now I’m mewin’ like a god while I drift around the block
Before I kick her out the whip like a Discord mod, yeah I’m

Ridin’ through the city in some femboy socks
Smokin’ up a pack with a bad e-thot
I’m a truecel Chad with a caged-up cock
But I’m fuckin’ on my opps like that shit’s unlocked

Sippin’ on a cocktail, trippin’ off the rock
Got a bitch with a fox tail stickin’ out her gyatt
Now I’m mewin’ like a god while I drift around the block
(Before I kick her out the whip like a Discord mod, yeah I’m-)

(Truecel Chad with a caged-up c-)

Ridin’ through the city in some femboy socks
Smokin’ up a pack with a bad e-thot
I’m a truecel Chad with a caged-up cock
But I’m fuckin’ on my opps like that shit’s unlocked

Sippin’ on a cocktail, trippin’ off the rock
Got a bitch with a fox tail stickin’ out her gyatt
Now I’m mewin’ like a god while I drift around the block
Before I kick her out the whip like a Discord mod, yeah I’m

Ridin’ through the city in some femboy socks
Smokin’ up a pack with a bad e-thot
I’m a truecel Chad with a caged-up cock
But I’m fuckin’ on my opps like that shit’s unlocked

Sippin’ on a cocktail, trippin’ off the rock
Got a bitch with a fox tail stickin’ out her gyatt
Now I’m mewin’ like a god while I drift around the block
(Not now, kitten, daddy’s drifting)

(Truecel Chad with a caged-up /switch/)

(Hit ‘em with the big-)

G-E-S-T-E-R

Femboy Phonk

Here is my new song i hope you guys like it when i was exporting it i think i accidentally changed the volume of one of the channels but IDK which one it was LOL but I’m sure its all fine so okay thank u for listneing :)

(Lyrics:)

Uh
Yuh
Alright
Let’s go
Uh
Eee
Yuh
Yeah, yeah

My girl drop it low, tuba
And you know I got the phone, sousa
She runnin’ out of oxygen, scuba
Cuz she givin’ me brain, she sloppy with the medulla

I got the high-lows
I got the horn, must be a rhino
(huh, huh)
Call me Kevin Gates, I got another phone, xylo
When I’m in the bedroom, beat it like Kong, beat it like bongos
Bet she gon’ scream ’til she go horse, ’til she go bronco

Fuck it (fuck it), I’mma hit the Scooby-Doo running noise
Suck it (suck it), I’mma change the world like a bunch of coins
Bucket (bucket?), I’mma do a spit in this bucket
Matter of fact, I got a strap, I got the tool, I got the musket

I got the clarinet like my name SpongeBob
I get a dub when I drop in a sub drop
Up in the club, and I’m runnin’ this bitch
Cuz my 808s as fat as my motherfuckin’ dick

Pu-Pu-Pull up on your block in a Caddy
Why your baby momma call me daddy?
Make it clap when I smack it, she a baddy
We fucked up watching Family Guy on addy

Turnt up at the function and I’m playing ping pong
Gonna grab my pizza when I hear that ding dong
Hold up, that ain’t pizza, that’s TWELVE
They said they got some noise complaints
I’m like-

Hit ‘em with a hammer like-
Hit ‘em in the nuts like-
Hit ‘em with a bitch slap
Hit ‘em with a duck like-
Hit ‘em with a-
Then asked him “Where’s your noise complaints?”
He like-

Wake up as they lock me in a cell
Told me that I got about a three thousand dollar bail
Think they got me dead to rights as they put me in restraints
But they gon’ let me out when my boys complain

When my boys complain, boys complain, boys complain, boys complain
Boys complain, boys complain, boys complain, boys-
When my boys complain, boys complain, boys complain, boys complain
Boys complain, boys complain, boys complain, boys-
When my boys complain, boys complain, boys complain, boys complain
Boys complain, boys complain, boys complain, boys-
When my boys-

When my noise complaints, noise complaints, noise complaints, noise complaints
Noise complaints, noise complaints, noise complaints, noi-oi-ise com-plaint-plaints
Boys complain, boys complain, boys complain, boys complain
Boys complain, boys complain, boys complain, when my-
Noise complaints, noise complaints, noise complaints, noise complaints
Noise complaints, noise complaints, noise complaints, noi-oi-ise com-plaint-plaints
Boys complain, boys complain, boys complain, boys complain
They said they got some noise complaints, I’m like-

Noise Complaints

Listening to eurobeat, this is what all of the lyrics sound like to me. It was a fun style to recreate, though it fucked my throat completely for a bit. Ah, well.
I do not condone the actions described in this song. Obviously.

(Lyrics:)
Are you ready for the heat?
To feel the fire?
Feel it in your soul
Let it take you higher
Is there no escape?
Is there no oasis?
As you feel the weight
I think it’s time you face it
You’re a baby in a locked car

Adrenaline rushing through your veins
Your mind is wired and your heart is racing
Like a stock car
Though you’re sitting still

Put the pedal down, but your foot can’t reach ‘em
Crank the stereo so no one can hear you
While your heart stops
Now you’re sitting still

Can you feel the heat?
Can you feel the fire?
Feel it in your soul
Let me take you higher
Like you’re a baby in a locked car

(Go!)

Are you ready for it?
Are you ready?
Are you ready for it?
Are you ready?
Are you ready for it?
Are you ready?
Are you ready for it?

(We got that motherfuckin’ heat, boy!)

Can you feel the heat?
Can you feel the fire?
Feel it in your soul
Let me take you higher
Like you’re a baby in a locked car

Baby in a Hot Car

Welcome back.
Are YOU feeling lonely? A little... underappreciated? Is your celibacy starting to seem particularly involuntary? Well, have WE got the service for you! Only one call, and your life and post-nut self will find the clarity YOU need to take on the world!
Only call 1-800-SEX-FONE! Once again, that's 1-800-SEX-FONE. That's "Phone"... with an "F"! You know... cuz the "F" stands for... Nay, I shan't go on.
Honestly, the funniest thing about this song was where I recorded it, but that's a story for another year.

(Lyrics:)

Hello!
You’ve reached the number for 1-800-SEX-FONE. (sex fone)
That’s “phone”… with an “f”. (f)
Unfortunately, our lines are currently ‘getting busy’ (busy)
Please hold while we connect you to a representative.
Thank you (thanks)

Thanks for holding! Your cock is very important to us.
Here at 1-800-SEX-FONE, we understand that your time is valuable.
So for only $25, we can move you to the front of the queue.

1-800-SEX-FONE

I have overnight shifts quite often at work.
And on those days, when the zero hour strikes,
I know where I will find myself.

So I made a song about it.

Yes, the solo is using that one sound.

(Lyrics:)

"As the moon rises on the sun-faded wasteland
One man rides without rest or mission.
Tho the lights ahead may blind him
The stars above will guide him
Until he pushes on with more provision."

"This is the Zero Hour Ride."

- Welcome to Taco Bell, are you doing your, um, check-in today?
Uh, no, I’m good.
- Alright, order whenever you’re ready.
Can I do a seven dollar Luxe cravings box?
- Seven dollar Luxe box… What drink would you like with that?
Baja Blast, no ice?
- Baja Blast, no ice, okay.
And then just some Hot and Fire sauce with that. That’s all.
- Alright, is everything correct on screen?
Yes.
- Go ahead and pull forward.

"And so he leaves the drive-thru, prize in hand
And seven dollars serves its worth.
For he will work until the sun rises once again
To scorch this bitter earth."

Zero Hour Ride

Cheer on the amazing girls of St. Gester's Christian Academy as they debut in their first season at the national cheer competition and claim the gold!
To those of you who have never attended a national cheer competition, this is only, like... 20 percent exaggerated. This might as well functionally serve as my resume to become part of the company that slop these out every year.

(Lyrics:)

On deck, we’ve got the Tuahsville Hawks!
But up next, please welcome to the Medium to Medium Small, All Girls, No Band, Under 18, Single-but-no-Double-Stacking, Launch-Permissive, Pom Pom and Silly String Division: St. Gester’s Christian Academy from Hackensack, New Jersey!

We ain’t like the rest
Try to beat the best
And you might greet the reaper with a bullet in your chest!

Yeah

Shots, Shots, Shot- Shot- Shot- Shots
Everybody-

Op, Op, Op, O- O- O- Op, Oppa Gangnam Style
Thirty-six dead, fifteen found!

Ahhhhhhh
You! You! You! You!

For years, man has looked to science for the perfect cheer routine.
And today, that search comes to an end.

(Oh, the humanity!)

One, Two, Three
Cheer.

Speed-

Bruh

Jesus.

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