Album Name

Hokey Fright (Deluxe Ver.)

Artist

The Uncluded

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2013.05.07

Release Agency

㈜리플레이뮤직

Tits Up - The Uncluded
5 day forecast clouds
in a piss cup
Trying to pinpoint
when the shit went tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
Whatcha gonna do to get
your ass out of this rut
So you don’t have to live
your whole life tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
Precious
brothers ain’t a name in lights
A last rice cake shaped
under flames and dice
That known to cope gotta
swap old campfire chillers
The kind that only grow
in vampire state cellars
And climb out of jars
when they migrate westward
Where they were free
of any chessboard square
Hi I don’t shake
beer in the dark
I write but I’m no
Shakespeare in the park
I’m a grownsed up punk
with an ear for a heart
and I hear you
Please wait here for the ark
Yes sir
likely to fester inactive
unless they address
all the death
And distraction
shake hands with a
foxhole raider
Got a grip like
c c c c combo breaker
Tally up the dead folk
squashed in a car
Fire still warm
they couldn’t have gone far
Packed up tough in your double
stuff swimtrunks
Cannonballs recalled
when your shit split
Tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
New high score
on the IHop Dig Dug
Pretty cool otherwise
pretty much
Tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
How can I save you
when I can barely save myself
Codependent No More
on my audiobook shelf
Cruise to your town
in my cape and my unitard
See what I can do with
my lyrics and guitar
Now I got my sidekick
who brings the beatdown
Have you seen
the size of his feet
Clown shoes with his
own name in gold on the side
If you’re in the dark
we’ll bring in a little Lite Brite
Pop in the pegs
Make cute pictures
Pick up some merch
make us permanent fixtures
On the self help shelf of
your record collection
So if shit’s tits up
you can make the selection
That will take you from
limp to a little bit pumped up
Our HQ is gluten free bun truck
Shhh zip your lips
Don’t tell the bad guys
Shine that giant
bun signal in the sky
Wait a few months
for us to arrive
Big group hug
a little awkward
Hi
One day you’re in luck
One day you’re stealing
cigarettes from a flipped truck
Dick face Tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
You feel a little better
when we sign your high tops
When you get home
it’s the same old tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
One half megafawna one
half mall rat haul ass
Straight face
dove tailed ball cap
Grape ape unveil plans
for the van use
Drive to your shit town
tell you that your band rules
Live with the get down
maybe out of shampoo
Radio on scan for
a stanza to lampoon
Under the bum drum cutter
is a real motherfuckers
motherfucker motherfucker
Alex Karras and Conraid Bain
and Leather Tuscadero
And Pinky and the
Brain re enacting
the Universal
masturbation movie
Dolph cold cocks
Courtney love boobies
and that over the shoulder
anaconda holder
You were close to the hole
you’re getting colder
Bogeyed your birdie
when I powdered my putter
But there ain’t no
fluffer that can fluff this nutter
One day you’re in love
One day you’re pills suck
One day your shits fucked
Nip tuck tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
Snookie in a snuggie
at the walt witman pitstop
Cinnabon Bon Jovi
slippery tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
High noon milk duds
cherry cola big gulp
Corn dog dim sum
moon die tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
Swab your six lips
with cholorform litmus
Colorforms
horshack
Rorschach
Tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
Hey Mom
life’s good
works great
tip tops
P S send cash
half dead
Tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
Riding on the back
of Undercat Battlepop
Underoos
big sword
top drawers
Tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
Can’t plug and old
faithful with a fist fuck
No rain coat no dice
Go Tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
Shine my shoe kicking
elevator missed hugs
Seventeenth floor
nothing but bugs
Tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
Brunch at the strip club
corn beef crisp ones
Four teeth
pink tux
porn stash
Tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
Joey Martin Lawrence WHOA
Little Stevie King Tut
Bad taste walkaways
eternal blame
Tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
This’ll be remembered
as the year you ruined Christmas
Figgy pudding everywhere
shitty footing
Tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
Willy Wonka shooting blanks
Tae Bo Banks catwalk
Looking glass
Flexed ass
Fizzy lifting tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
Block block
chop block
chop kick kick punch
Step over the line
if you ever feel tits up
t t t t tits up
t t t tits up
Bert cake
Unabomber
Eyebrow
Shit’s punk
Trimmed muff not so much
Fluff’s tough
Tits up
t t t t tits up