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Boobs, Butts, and Feets

by Robby Suavé

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1.
Hello, I wanna play a game I'm tired of all you people with your magnetic ribbons on the back of your cars I'm tired of you people that shop at Wal-Mart and watch network television I'm tired of you people that do stupid crap It makes me sick, sick, sick to my stomach! It makes me burn inside, and not in a good way That's why I want to play a game! And this game is no ordinary game This is a game of survival! It's better than Monopoly, it's better than Guitar Hero Better than Secret of Evermore and EarthBound and Tic-Tac-Toe And Girl Talk! I love those games! For real! They're super awesome! But this, this is way better than all those games It's a million times better than all those games, for real! I'm not even gonna tell you what it is You're gonna have to figure it out for yourself It's like, totally against what you've been doing your whole life You have to be told what to do You listen to your people, and you listen to commercials on TV And that makes you what you are, and that's retarded It makes me sick, sick to my stomach! You have about 45 minutes to complete this mission If you do, you will come out alive and a much better person Because you will appreciate your life! But if you don't, then you will get your head cut off 10 times! You don't think that's possible?! It is, and you won't like it So, let the game begin
2.
Release 04:07
It's in your balls, it's in your butt It's in my face, it's in your eyes It's in my balls, it's in your nuts It's in your boobs, in my ears Release . . . He's got the gun again . . . He's not afraid He's got the gun again He's not afraid To use it
3.
Go away, leave me alone, consider me dead No need to pay attention, no need to reconsider Take me for granted, believe I will never leave Disrespect, abandon, disregard, condemn I don't have boobs, so it's okay to leave me I don't have a vagina, so it's okay to leave me I don't have boobs, so it's okay to leave me I don't have a vagina, so it's okay to leave me Don't worry about me because I have no feelings Impossible due to me being a robot, you see And emotions do not exist in a simple machine No grease, no oil, no buildup, I'm super clean I'm a robot with a wang without a need for a name I'm a robot with a wang without a need for a name I'm a robot with a wang without a need for a name I'm a robot with a wang without a need for a name
4.
Balls 04:35
It came through the back door It got the mud on the clean floor Thirty seconds in, such a bore Sixty seconds out, back for more So elaborate a little, build upon these thoughts and desires Cause some trouble, yeah, rob a couple banks and start forest fires Quick like a cat, sly like a fox, but dumb as an elephant Yes sir, Mr. Know-It-All has found a word that rhymes with "eloquent" Balls! (kicked in the, punched in the, kneed in the) Balls! (killed in the, shot in the, slapped in the) Balls! (oh yeah, everyone loves to talk about) Balls! (no doubt, everyone loves) Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls! Manifest Destiny attempting to reinvigorate The monkey man, a big macho ape You want some help out of this fade Drink lots and lots of Gatorade Fascinated by the dreamy dreams and foretold fantasies Individuality fled the scene, folded into sixteenths The true face will never appear because the blue blur is near Now chest up and chin up, there's no reason to fear Balls!
5.
Get your groove on, this crap is awesome Get your groove on, this crap is awesome This crap is awesome Get your groove on, this crap is awesome Get your groove on, this crap is awesome Get your groove on, this crap is awesome Get your groove on, this crap is awesome It's time for news It's time for beaver It's time for balls It's time for nachos It's nothing but a bunch of trouble Spit it out if you've got it It's nothing but a bunch of trouble Swallow it if you don't It's alive, it's alive, drag it through the forest floor There can never be enough, more, more, more, more It's alive, it's alive, electrify the crispy beats There should be never be boobs, butts, and feets It's alive, it's alive, drag it through the forest floor There can never be enough, more, more, more, more It's alive, it's alive, electrify the crispy beats There should be more boobs, butts, and feets Get your groove on . . .
6.
If I don't like you, I'm gonna say "eff you" Because it's that sort of sour attitude That reels in the super sweet hot chicks They like the dudes with the long wicks Writing love letters to the people you hate Sometimes the urge gets so overwhelming Honesty proves not to be the best policy When it comes back to bite you in the butt Thank you, kill you, lose you, eff you Shoot you, kick you, smash you, eff you I don't care what your name is I don't care how old you are I don't care who you're friends with I don't care about anything
7.
Wax and Wane 01:42
Catch the rain, ease the pain Live to gain, suck my wang Wax and wane, you're so vain Once again, use a cane Horse's mane, ride the train Mary Jane went insane Wrecking crane, use your brain Crack cocaine, down the drain Read Mark Twain in a plane Candy cane, ball and chain Mothereffer Wax and wane
8.
It's the same effing crap, day after day Stupid effing thing never goes my way Might as well give up, and turn gay It's all too easy, just too effing easy But not as easy as you, you are sleazy You sleep with all the girls until you're wheezy Suck on my balls Do it now, or I'm gonna kill you Or if you don't want to do that Then you can just get me some Gatorade Black hole man anonymous Once again, all I can effing see is red It's only a matter of time until I'm dead Beware mothereffer, watch you tread Black hole man anonymous
9.
Everyone I know is an alcoholic Chewing and spitting whenever they want it Got sucked up by the peer pressure Got a tongue like a knife, skin like leather Everyone I know is an alcoholic Always need a swallow, never just one sip It's all messed up, disregard what I say 'Cause I'm booze-free, I'm never gonna pay You love to drink beer, you love to drink wine You love to get drunk and party all the time You love to drink rum, you love to drink whiskey You love to have reasons to be stupid and frisky Everyone I know is an alcoholic Enjoy holding bottles with a baseball mitt, yeah Following the leaders wherever they go Weak-minded people going with the flow Everyone I know is an alcoholic More than 16 hours sober, throw a fit, yeah How bored must you be to prefer not to think? No one really cares, they all just want to drink
10.
1, 2, 3, 4! Eff man, what you trying to do, man? Geez man, what's wrong with your head, man? Whoa man, what's wrong with your brain, man? Yeah man, get a load of this, man Electro-Heaven in the sky Electro-Heaven in your eye Bring it down Bring it down, yeah
11.
Tired as Eff 02:18
Sometimes I feel titilated Sometimes I feel boobilated But you never get wangified And you never get ballsified So I sit around and wonder why Waiting around 'til the day I die Doesn't do much good, this I know Knowledge is power, reap what you sow Little fishes swim in the sea of obscurity You wonder why things aren't what they seem Take a closer look at what's in front of you Are you that naive, buck up and get a clue Watching movies, watching TV That's all that you see, you don't see me Tired of your crap, tired of your crap Tired of your crap, yeah, I'm tired as eff Tired of your crap, tired of your crap Tired of your crap, yeah, I'm tired as eff Tired as eff, tired as eff Tired as eff, I'm mothereffing tired as eff
12.
A mothereffer from America Red and black and blue Shot down from the tree of life Now a boat has to be made A mothereffer from Germany Red and black and purple Hung up on outdated crap Now a plane has to be made Mothereffers around the world 'Round the world, 'round the world Mothereffers around the world Complain a lot Mothereffers around the world Kill their friends, kill their friends Mothereffers around the world Spread the crap, spread the crap I hate you, mothereffer It doesn't matter where you're from I hate you, mothereffer It doesn't matter where you're from A mothereffer from Australia Yeah, red and black and blue Struck left into the ocean Now a judgment has to be made A mothereffer from Canada Yeah, red and white and brown Held fast by a broken brain Now a choice has to be made
13.
Ostracized, pulled toward the center Moving closer, convicted, ease it up, bring it forward Resurrected, starry night, oh midnight That's where you gonna be, yeah All of you begone Cornered to a parallel dimension Circulating to a many a revolution Multicolored beating into a bloody pulp Minimalist congregations unite And man, get up, 'cause when you get beat Rip the flesh, turn around, and rip-roar Nobody wanted any of this poop Sit and spin, jump up and down, yeah Let the lollipops stick to the ceiling Automatic procedures beating you to the punch Now man, attempt to reproduce this sound Nearly impossible, try to recreate this awesomeness Suffocating over and over, 'til you up, until you give up Until you give up, until you give up, oh yeah That's 'til you give up, yeah All of you All of you All of you All of you begone Yesterday the black raven rose up, rose up and conquered Oh mothereffer, feather-light birdies finding their way Surveying the barren landscape, 4 hours on and Oh mothereffer, sucking wang, sucking balls Every mothereffing day
14.
Heavy Metal 04:02
One day I tried to produce A great invention designed to seduce But my superiors just slammed the door Thunderous metal is all I was going for Heavy metal! Heavy metal! Heavy metal! You wanna rock? Heavy metal! Heavy metal! Heavy metal! I wanna roll Many like to call it an amazing design Others said that I should resign They hated my crap, so I said, "take that!" 'Cause I've got coolness foaming from my hat Yeah! Eff yeah! Yeah! Eff yeah! A million miles, a million times A million tries, a million rhymes A million miles, a million times A million tries, a million rhymes The shots ring out, it calls my name Smooth man supreme Your majesty forever, here and now I am myself, down to the seam Heavy metal! Heavy metal! Heavy metal! You wanna rock? Heavy metal! Heavy metal! Heavy metal! I wanna roll

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Unofficially released in 2008, this album called Boobs, Butts, and Feets, has been a long time coming. Many things had to come together to get this into your ears in 2016. Uncleared movie samples were re-recorded and all the master tracks had to be bounced out and fixed up. The songs were recorded between 2006 and 2007, and they represent the easiest to digest Robby Suavé songs. But if you enjoy a little zaniness, you'll still find plenty of that here. It's perverted and a bit bizarre, and if that sounds up your alley, it's a ton of fun to listen to.

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released March 11, 2008

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Robby Suavé Illinois

I'm Robby Suavé, solo artist extraordinaire. Or maybe I'm just a guy who makes music for fun. Take your pick. Since 2001, I've been recording music on my own, doing my thing. Since birth, I knew I wanted to make music to express myself forever. So far, I'm succeeding. ... more

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