Nwaves
Bluelighter
These lyrics are a collaboration between me and my bro. This song is about a girl who played us both, so we had ourselves a little revenge! Parts of it contain us talking to each other (and the girl talks in "speech marks"), so just read bits of it over again if it doesn't make sense.
The song actually begins with my bro setting up a date with the girl. What cracks me up is when he asks "what wine goes best with meat?", she asks, "what kind of meat?" and he says "uhh, don't matter, see you at eight." It makes I laff!
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We're gonna cook u
We're gonna cook u
Pancreas!
We're gonna cook u (a buttock each)
We're gonna cook u (grilled forehead)
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You ain't going nowhere,
Yo bro shut that door!
"I thought there was just one of you?"
Well not any more.
You were thinking candlelight and soft gentle lovin'
Well fuck that bitch, now you're going in the oven!
"Going in the oven?" Yeah that's what I said,
We're gonna dip our soldiers in your soft boiled head
I want the neck.
Yeah and I want the ribs.
When her fur-burger goes "ping" I want first dibs
Off comes the scalp....Off comes the nose
Off comes the elbows....And off comes the toes
In the pot it goes, bro turn up the stereo so,
it muffles the sound of breaking bones and the frying of those fatty zones.
Kitchen filled with smoke, can't let the windows open,
I'm standing at the peep-hole, and boy I am hoping,
That the neighbours don't get a whiff of what's going on,
'cos sooner or later they'll realise we're eating someone.
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We're gonna cook u
We're gonna cook u
Pancreas!
We're gonna cook u (boil-in-the-bag eyes)
We're gonna cook u (.......... SCALP!)
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I wouldn't necessarily call it murder,
Nor would you once you taste my grilled tongue burger.
You want chilli sauce on that arm kebab?
It tastes much better once you cut away the flab.
When she arrived, she was looking well beddable,
Lucky for us that she was also quite edible.
Now she's got vegetables to keep her company,
There's plenty here so I hope you're hungry!
We've been dining for two hours and she ain't finished yet,
Bitch, messing with us both, and this is what you get.
She said she loved me,
I know she told you she was true, but bro.
whut?
she said the same thing to me to!
How hypocritically typical,
Her greedy tastes has served her up on our plates.
If we were married, we could have got a divorce,
but this relationship ends with her as the main course.
We're gonna cook u
We're gonna cook u
repeat to fade, with some talking in the background about how good she tastes....
[This message has been edited by Nwaves (edited 21 July 2001).]
The song actually begins with my bro setting up a date with the girl. What cracks me up is when he asks "what wine goes best with meat?", she asks, "what kind of meat?" and he says "uhh, don't matter, see you at eight." It makes I laff!
--------------
We're gonna cook u
We're gonna cook u
Pancreas!
We're gonna cook u (a buttock each)
We're gonna cook u (grilled forehead)
-------
You ain't going nowhere,
Yo bro shut that door!
"I thought there was just one of you?"
Well not any more.
You were thinking candlelight and soft gentle lovin'
Well fuck that bitch, now you're going in the oven!
"Going in the oven?" Yeah that's what I said,
We're gonna dip our soldiers in your soft boiled head
I want the neck.
Yeah and I want the ribs.
When her fur-burger goes "ping" I want first dibs
Off comes the scalp....Off comes the nose
Off comes the elbows....And off comes the toes
In the pot it goes, bro turn up the stereo so,
it muffles the sound of breaking bones and the frying of those fatty zones.
Kitchen filled with smoke, can't let the windows open,
I'm standing at the peep-hole, and boy I am hoping,
That the neighbours don't get a whiff of what's going on,
'cos sooner or later they'll realise we're eating someone.
-------
We're gonna cook u
We're gonna cook u
Pancreas!
We're gonna cook u (boil-in-the-bag eyes)
We're gonna cook u (.......... SCALP!)
-------
I wouldn't necessarily call it murder,
Nor would you once you taste my grilled tongue burger.
You want chilli sauce on that arm kebab?
It tastes much better once you cut away the flab.
When she arrived, she was looking well beddable,
Lucky for us that she was also quite edible.
Now she's got vegetables to keep her company,
There's plenty here so I hope you're hungry!
We've been dining for two hours and she ain't finished yet,
Bitch, messing with us both, and this is what you get.
She said she loved me,
I know she told you she was true, but bro.
whut?
she said the same thing to me to!
How hypocritically typical,
Her greedy tastes has served her up on our plates.
If we were married, we could have got a divorce,
but this relationship ends with her as the main course.
We're gonna cook u
We're gonna cook u
repeat to fade, with some talking in the background about how good she tastes....
[This message has been edited by Nwaves (edited 21 July 2001).]
