Alanis Morissette covers Black Eyed Peas “My Humps” video

A crazy cover of “My Humps” done by Alanis Morissette. The “My Humps” lyrics are below the video.

Lyrics: “My Humps” by Black Eyed Peas
What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’ fly
Brother, I ain’t askin’,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion’s,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love),
My hump, my hump, my hump (love),
My humps they got you,

She’s got me spending.
Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me

What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gonna do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).
My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let’s spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky right.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just trying ta dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My lovin’ got you,

She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.

What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gonna do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gonna do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

Aha, aha, aha, aha (x4)

She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.

Ghost Riding the Short Bus

Just when I thought I’ve heard enough about the act of “Ghost Riding” I found this. Truly amazing how retarded some people can be.

The song is called Ghost Ride it by Mistah Fab. The lyrics are below the video.

Yeah man this ya boy Mistah Fab man
The yellow bus rider man
Shawn T the real king of slaps man
Y’all better act like Y’all know who his is man
Let me give you a 101 on how to ghost ride

(First Verse)
Look, the streets know what just this is
ghost ride the whip up and down the strip
the Ghost Bustas, they the police
Always wanna pull a nigga over for his piece
not me, i get it in a scrape
tire marks on the street lookin’ like figure 8’s
Sideshow, you know where I’m going
from the North to the East in case you aint knowin’
(unintelligible howl)
A town politic
hit club late now trying to holla at a chick
can’t get in the club, got a parkin’ lot pimp
hey li’l mama come holla at a pimp
what you know about, gettin’ you a whip
buy ya self some shoes and then your car kicks
ice up ya neck, ya hands and ya whip
just to hang out the window and stuntin’ wit ya click

* repeat twice *
when you get a new car (uh huh uh huh)
and ya feeling like a star (ok ok)
what you gonna do (what cha gonna do, what cha gonna do)
GHOST RIDE IT
ghost ride ya whip

(Second verse)
pull up hop out, all in one motion
dancing on the hood, while the car still rollin’
stuntin’, shinin’, flamboostin’
on one high, off that potion
windows down, feet out of it
damn that boy high, he out of it
thizzin’ t grettin, and grindin’
ice in his mouth, you know he big timin’
chevys, buicks, regals, and ribbys tho
first i seen ghost ride, was critty bo
goin’ dumb, party like ditty do
Mistah Fab I’m the prince of the city ho
ghost ride, ghost ride
get out the way, let Casper drive
ghost ride, go crazy
who that drivin? Patrick Swaize!

* repeat twice *
when you get a new car (uh huh uh huh)
and ya feeling like a star (ok ok)
what you gonna do (what cha gonna do, what cha gonna do)
GHOST RIDE IT
ghost ride ya whip

(Ghost Ride 101)
now stop stop stop stop
now go go go go
get out the car (get out the car)
let it roll, let it roll
let it roll, let it roll
tap that wheel (tap that)
open up the door (open up the door)
now that’s ghost ridin’! what’s ghost ridin’?
ya know, ya know, ya know, now ya know

(Third Verse)
It’s not that hard, you can do it
Ya wanna go dumb, just loose it
bay game, bay slang
its a bay thang
so just know when you come to tha bay man
stunnas is glasses
thizz is pills
rippers is brawds
scrapers automobiles
hyphy is hyper
our version of crunk
thizzin is high
and perkin’ is drunk

* repeat twice *
when you get a new car (uh huh uh huh)
and ya feeling like a star (ok ok)
what you gonna do (what cha gonna do, what cha gonna do)
GHOST RIDE IT
ghost ride ya whip

GBYH7 ZP6ZT 4HZMT

Rollin with Saget

The Jaime Kenedy music video for Rollin’ with Saget featuring the “Full House” dad, Bob Saget. The lyrics are below the video.

Rollin’ with Saget Lyrics:

You are now about to wittnes the strenghth of Bob Saget

Have you ever had one of those nights that started off so damn good? No fights, no fuss…
It’s understood that when you go bar, man we aint leavin till those girls in the car

Well this night started off just like that except Jamie’s in the driver seat, Sagets in the back.
We rollin on twenties to the club pull up front Sagets in the back seat rollin a blunt

Valet opens up the door to park the car the bouncer at the front don’t wanna let us in the bar
Bob says “Here let me show him some affection”, then he walked up wound up cold clocked decked him
Started screamin for that bitch to respect him next thing ya know were in the VIP section when a crew like this run deep you wanna brag who you rollin with man, I’m rollin wit Saget

Who you rollin with ba brcr a brca brca Bob Saget …. boxin…a numero uno nobody does it better … be boxin … who you rollin with .. Boxin the illest mother fucker in a cardigan sweater …

Down on nights simmer everybody’s gettin tipsy Bob’s in a booth with a chick from Pachitski he’s ordering a Dom Perignon just drinkin it from the bottle makin plans to leave the club with three models.

That’s when DMX and 50 Cent walked in (nuh uh) Bob stood up and said “Who are you again?” At first all they did was sit around and stare till X pushed Bob (OW) and 50 hit him with a chair he’s in a cardigan, khakis, shoes and no socks yo want a hard core mother fucker pulled out a glock I got a cock as big as a donkey hard as a rock and trigger finger itcher of the chicken pox

Everybody threw there hands in the air
Bob’s drunk wit a gun and he just don’t care
We on the floor he on the table now fireing shots
Paris Hilton’s on the cell phone calling the cops
He blew the smoke off the tip of his gun Bob Saget, bitch, you betta ask someone

Who you rollin with ba brcr a brca brca Bob Saget …. boxin…a numero uno nobody does it better … be boxin … who you rollin with .. Boxin the illest mother fucker in a cardigan sweater …

Bob grabbed us and sluts and ran out the back door
says he’s still feelin funny and he’s hungry for more
He’s in the back seat gettin busy again
askin the girls if there lesbians (Are you?)
The girls start kissin now my dicks gettin hard.
Let’s go to by place the hot tub’s in the back yard
I got beer head maybe and an ounce of kush.
Yo J pull over I gotta pee in a bush.

When you rollin wit saget there’s no time for rest.
This motherfucker’s flippin bottle caps off of a chest singin
you this is Bob Saget this is what I do
my house my car this is my crew ahhhh
I love to hang with you Kennedy and Stu and chill the main streets of Malibu Good night boys
tomorrow night we gonna do it again

Bob Saget, MY BEST FRIEND

Who you rollin with ba brcr a brca brca Bob Saget …. boxin…a numero uno nobody does it better … be boxin … who you rollin with .. Boxin the illest mother fucker in a cardigan sweater …

who you rollin with ba brcr a brca brca Bob Saget …. boxin…a numero uno nobody does it better … be boxin … who you rollin with .. Boxin the illest mother fucker in a cardigan sweater …

Ba ba ba ba bob ba ba ba Bob Saget ba ba ba Bob Saget sa sa sa Saget…

Big dealers.. Bd.. Ba brca bob .. Big dealers.. Big dealers….big big big big dealers… Mother fucker in a cardigan sweater..

“Goodnight Michelle”

Smurf Bombing Video

Smurfs getting bombed

The people of Belgium have been left reeling by the first adult-only episode of the Smurfs, in which the blue-skinned cartoon characters’ village is annihilated by warplanes.

The short film pulls no punches. It opens with the Smurfs dancing, hand-in-hand, around a campfire and singing the Smurf song. Bluebirds flutter past and rabbits gambol around their familiar village of mushroom- shaped houses until, without warning, bombs begin to rain from the sky.

Tiny Smurfs scatter and run in vain from the whistling bombs, before being felled by blast waves and fiery explosions. The final scene shows a scorched and tattered Baby Smurf sobbing inconsolably, surrounded by prone Smurfs.

The final frame bears the message: “Don’t let war affect the lives of children.” Hope they had insurance… smurfsurance?

Read the full article.

EDIT: I found a much better video here: End of the Smurfs.

And finally, a cat eating a smurf:
Cat Eating Smuf