SmoshStaffel 8
Two hilarious guys put on different sketch comedy performances for the masses to enjoy.
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- Parents Suck!
F5Parents Suck!==LYRICS== The greatest thing ever just happened to me (You see!) Take that, Mom, you can't tell me how to be I'm livin' on my own and I've got no rules Yeah, I rule my own house and I'll tell you what I'll do (ha!) First, I'll grab some milk; drink straight from the jug Then grab a sandwich, eat it butt-naked on the rug All these whack fruit snacks with only five in a pack... "Only eat one, young man" F**K THAT! I'll snack 'til I yack ! ---------- No more parents! No more rules! Yeah, nice try, Mom, but I ain't no fool No more bath time! No more hugs! And if I feel like it, I will crap on the rug. No more mommy! No more dad! Livin' on my own; most fun I've ever had I'm eatin' cookies for breakfast 'cause I don't give a f**k Shoot your squirties in the air and scream PARENTS SUCK! ---------- My parents ain't around to tell me what I can't say, so I yell "f**k" "s**t" and "darn" every day. My parents ain't around to tell me what to do, so I leave the door open while I take a big poo My parents ain't around to make me mow the lawn, instead I'll watch dirty vids with the volume on My parents ain't around to say I can't watch certain flicks. They didn't let me watch Bambi, what a bunch of dicks! ---------- No more parents! No more rules! Yeah, nice try, Mom, but I ain't no fool No more bath time! No more hugs! And if we feel like it, we will crap on the rug. No more mommy! No more dad! Finally I can wear my skanky top that I had I'm eatin' shards of glass 'cause I don't give a f**k! Shoot your squirties in the air and scream PARENTS SUCK! ---------- No one to make me clean my room each day of the week No one to read me bedtime stories and kiss me on my cheek No one to zip my jacket when it's cold outside No one to tell me to take my insulin when I'm 'bout die No one to do my laundry when it stinks up the house No one to cuddle at night when I'm scared of a mouse No one to tell me to not take candy from strangers No one to te - Taken 3 Trailer
F33Taken 3 TrailerLiam Neeson returns as Bryan Mills, the retired CIA agent with a particular set of skills who stopped at nothing to save his daughter Kim from Albanian kidnappers, and rescue his wife who was held hostage. But who else was taken BEFORE all that, when he was much younger? - Ultimate Assassin's Creed 3 Song [Music Video]
F43Ultimate Assassin's Creed 3 Song [Music Video]●LYRICS● How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow Freedom fightin' machine, big-ass hatchet in hand Why'd you have to kill my bros? I'm-a slash your face, man I'm a very skilled assassin killin' dudes in ones and twos Blood flowin' like a river, need a box of tissues When I'm huntin', I be stuntin', you can never find me In the bushes, in the hay stacks, in your mother's laundry Watch me comin', free runnin', up the walls like a boss What you lookin' at, bitch? Taste my tomahawk chop! How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow From Boston to NY, always up to no good Don't know how I can see out this big-ass hood Walkin' through the crowds touchin' you on the back Using my hidden blade for a secret attack Jumpin' off of giant buildings like I was a super man Use your momma as a meat shield every time that I can Take a break from the war to hunt for some meat What? A man's gotta eat... How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow Up first in the verse feel the clack of wooden teeth Bread and butter, lift the covers and you'll find the fu**in' heat Revolution I lead, with the world I got beef I dig my wigs powdered, wear boxers- I don't wear briefs You can't step up to me and my gang Horse and carriage, drive bys, bullet in the chamb' Ridin' over your clique like the Delaware, son I'll get my face on that dollar before this sh*t's done How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot those mofos in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow
