Auto-Tune the News #4 [WITH LYRICS!!]: spa regulation. serbians. sotomayor.

Auto-Tune the News #4 [WITH LYRICS!!]: spa regulation. serbians. sotomayor.

EG: Ay, nah nah, hey hey, nah nah ay oh MG: I agree
EG: Where all the shawties on the court? JS: It’s ridiculous, one woman on the Supreme
Court, uh, doesn’t seem right to me. EG: Ain’t nobody have a breakfast with all sausage and no eggs. MG: We need a shawty with a hot body and sexy legs. EG: When the court convenes it’s an ancient sausage festival. MG: Only two ovaries, sixteen testicles.. BB: There are so many qualified women out there. MG: Qualified to get low in they apple-bottomed robe. MB: I completely agree with you.
EG: And I complete agree, too. MG: How does Ginsburg stand being the only woman who ain’t a man? BB: Judge Ginsburg said, she’s really very lonely without another woman. MG, EG, BB: Without another woman, lonely without another woman! EG: I know what it’s like with a woman gone,
cryin in the nude with the curtains drawn. MB: Breaking news!
EG, MG: Oh snap! News is broken! Breaking news, in ya face! MB: Obama has picked Sonia Sotomayor. EG, MG: She’s a shawty, She’s a Boricua! EG: Jurisprudent!
JS: With soft thighs! MG: And other soft features, that Ginsburg can appreciate MG: Stayin up late, makin sure to thank heaven above. EG: because she ain’t All: lonely without another woman, lonely without another woman! EG: Listen up, y’all, Joe Biden’s got a shout out! This one goes out to all the Serbians Also the ladies But mostly the Serbians JB: And until the Serbian people Look themselves in the face Understand what their leaders have done And convinced them of Until that moment arrives Serbian people will not Be able to shed this notion of victimization That all of their leaders prey upon And manipulate them with Until that moment arrives Until the Serbian people look themselves in the face Until that moment arrives Until that moment arriiiiiiiiives KC: April showers bring May flowers But what do May flowers bring? AG: Romance for a shawty KC: Possibly lead poisoning
AG: ::Barf:: KC: Lead poisoning
AG: ::Barf, barf:: I’m gettin sick like ::Barf, barf, barf, barf, barf:: KC: Before you dig in and start to enjoy all the Fruits and vegetables of your labor AG: Shawty
KC: You’d better get your soil tested first AG: Oh
KC: Your soil tested first AG: Oh, I live in the ghetto
So I’ll expect the worst KC: Paint chippings and old pesticides May be buried insiiiiide
AG: Me, oh my KC: Raising the level of lead in the soil The tests are inexpensive And some local health departments Do them for freeeeeeee AG: Even for a talking head thug like me? KC: Once you’re in the clear Mary, Mary quite contrary Plant away AG: Okay And when asked how does your garden grow Tell them it’s healthy, green and lead-free AG: I’ll say it’s healthy, green and lead-free, shawty KC: Healtheeeeeee
AG: Healtheeeeeee, believe me I ain’t tryna munch on a poison zucchini NG: This bill actually has the secretary of energy Regulating jacuzzis Now, the idea strikes me As close to being nuts AG: I agree–I’m an angry gorilla and that makes me angry JI: The only jacuzzis this will regulate Will have to produce 2,500 mega watts of energy AG: You made me angry with lies Hurt my angry gorilla pride; I’m angry NG: On page 233, uh Line 5: portable electric spas Line 5: portable electric spas MG: No spa is above the law! NG: Now, I don’t know what a portable electric spa is I was told it was a jacuzzi But that’s in this bill
AG: So it’s true! I’m no longer angry at you
My original anger’s renewed JI: We will give you a hot spa That is energy efficient
I hope that doesn’t offend you AG: He might have a point My anger’s makin a switch Cuz you’re being a little b*$& But maybe not Maybe you’re just defending freedom and justice for jacuzzis ohhhhhh What’s this? a single tear that is wet that i shed When an angry gorilla cries Who’s gonna be there to dry his eyes? And when an angry gorilla’s depressed Who’s gonna heal him with a soft caress? Ooh ooh ah ah, the tears are rolling down my cheeks Ooh ooh ah ah, liquid sorrow that my eyes excrete And I’m a soulja, but a soulja’s got feelings, Don’t know whom to lend my anger to, And that’s why I’m crestfallen and confused Shawty!


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