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Infectious Grooves is on the house
Diba daba doba daba hey hey hey
Straight from another world another time another thought
We've come to save that beat to free the groove and watch you rot
Sweet feeling-can't stop it no! no! no!
We're gonna punk it up and funk it up!
Damn right we got the ways we got the means we got the feel
We've come to bust the grooves that everyone will want to steal
Sweet music-can't stop it no! no! no!
We're gonna punk it up and funkt it up!
And then the day will come when all the world will come to see
The knighting of the sound that's spreading infectiously
Sweet revenge-can't stop it no! no! no!
We're gonna punk it up and funk it up!
Well I'll punk you up and then I'll funk you up
Go cyco go cyco go cyco
Kick you with the beat kick you with the groove
Kick you in the butt now you're booty's on the move
Hit you with our feel hit you with our sound
Hit you with our zak how your booty shake around
Go cyco go cyco go cyco
Well I'll punk you up and I'll funk you up!
Punk it up funk it up we punk it up and funk it up
Jam it up and slam it up
Punk it up diba doba daba hey hey hey
Infectious Grooves blitzkrieged the house
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Therapy therapy
Lost sight-I think I'm getting out of my range
Colors flash-now things are starting to get strange
Start it up-and you say you wanna get in on me, I need I need I need my
Therapy-now just relax we'll put your mind at ease
Therapy-but first you've got to say "pretty please"
Therapy therapy
Fire it up-put a little gas on the brain
All aboard-a ride on the newest thang
Chew chew-lookt out it's a runaway train, pure pain, no gain, insane it's
Therapy-and right before they dig into my mind
Therapy-the Dr. screams "let's got it's party time"
Therapy therapy
Left right left right-like every heartbeat needs a motion
Left right left right-like every wave needs a sea
Left right left right-like every teardrop needs a eyeball
Left right left right-you've got to name your therapy
Therapy! Therapy! Therapy!
Therapy Therapy
Snap pop-a sweet emotion just broke loose
Don't care-it ain't nothing I can use
Ha! Ha!-ain't it funny how we all abuse you choose, abuse, you lose now
Therapy-you know we want to help we really care
Therapy-but when your money's gone you're out of here!
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Hey hey hey somebody's always funk'n with your head
No matter where you go you know you just can't stop people
from funk'n with your head
I was hanging around wasn't making no sound then you
come on down but you say that thing to me
With your runny nose and your out-of-date clothes and you still are
playing with G.I. Joes so stay away from me
(Chorus:)
So why you fu why you fu fu funk'n why you funk'n with my head
Hey hey hey somebody's always funk'n with my head
No matter where I go I know
I just can't stop people from funk'n with my head
You got your attitude and you're getting crude and you're
thinking you're rude
But you just ain't got she with me
And you ain't got a clue and you smell like pu and you can't even
Walk with your size 20 shoes so step away from me
(Chorus)
Funk it up
Can't you hear what I just said stop that funk'n with my head
Hey hey hey somebody's always funk'n with my head
No matter where I go I know
I just can't stop people from funk'n with my head
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey watch the funk'n with my head
Don't matter what you know don't matter what you show doesn't matter
Where you come
or where you're gonna go when you're funk'n with my head
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I didn't see it-no I didn't hear it I was just trying to
Remember all the things I'll never know
Well I was walking along-and I'm trying to stay strong-but
It's always so hard because something's going wrond-but
I try to remember all the things I'll never know
And then it crashes on down without a warning there's a sound
And the next thing I know is I'm flying off the ground
I try to remember all the things I'll never know
If you could hear mt heart-it'd sound something like this
Not from my memory-what do you want from me
Spinning through the ages left laughing at the dazes-
left me nothing that I want nor I need
My pain is running plenty, my anger's nearly spent me-
getting harder from the suffering
(Chorus:)
You crash my world and you're going down, run away and
I'll hunt you down
Start me up and that's the way it gonna be
I gotta rule my world I'm gonna be my king I got it all set up
I'm gonna be that everything
Ssh! now listen up...my heart's got something else to say!
Out of my memory...that's all that's left of me
I'm tired of your lying, have no more of your denying...
never want the future to turn to that past
Thoughts annihilated-you're mentally constipated-
to disturb, it from the things that don't last
(Chorus)
I'm gonna be my king
Ripping apart at the mind
Ripping apart at the mind-you mentally try to slay me
Ripping apart at the mind-why you trying to do me
Ripping apart at the mind-why a king couldn't save me
when you mentally slay me
A simplistic introduction to a complex destruction-
from the friction that they're sponsoring
Unable to delete the memories incomplete-
cause the hope and joy they're conquering
It's spiritually uncleansing-the nightmare's never-ending-
now you're striking the proverbial kill
But you underestimated how highly agitated-
was my purpose and my power and will
(Chorus)
Can't nobody stop me can't nobody stop me
I'm gonna be my king
I didn't see it, no Ididn't hear it I was just trying to remember
ll the things I'll never know
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Guard: Hey. Hey, excuse me. Closed session.
Sarsippius: What you mean closed session?
Guard: It's a closed session here. No one's allowed. Nobody.
Sarsippius: What are you talking about?
Guard: You're... You're gonna have to leave.
Sarsippius: I will... You know who I am?
Guard: No, I don't know who you are and you're gonna have to leave right now.
Sarsippius: I am Aladdin Sarsippius Sulanamagic Jackson the third.
Guard: (laughs) I don't care what you did on who. You're gonna have to leave.
Sarsippius: Listen man. Listen brother. I am the world-renowned reptilian lover.
Guard: (laughs)
Sarsippius: What you laughing at brother?
Guard: I'm not laughing. I'm sorry. I don't know who you are. There's no authorization. You have to have a special...
Sarsippius: Let me tell you something. I sang for Aqueduct Pocket. I sang for Relaxed Atmosphere.
Guard: I don't know who they are. I...
Sarsippius: I sang for Third World Lover.
Guard: This... This is the Infec...
Sarsippius: You heard of them?
Guard: No I haven't. This is the Infectious Grooves. It's a closed session.
Sarsippius: Have you all heard of my hit single "Whipped Cream"? (singing) Whipped Cream. Put it all over your body.
Guard: (laughing) No...
Sarsippius: You ever heard of that?
Guard: (laughing) No I haven't...
Sarsippius: Where you been brother?
Guard: I've been keeping people out of the studio.
Sarsippius: Have you heard of the song "The Love That You'll Find is the Love That You Will Never Find Because It is the Love That is Always Not Able to be Found"?
Guard: I'm not looking for no love. I'm sorry. And you're dripping some green funk now on the carpet.
Sarsippius: Listen man. Don't worry about my green funk.
Guard: I'm gonna have... I'm gonna have to get some security happening here.
Sarsippius: Don't get no security involved. I want...
Guard: I am the security.
Sarssipius: I want to work with your brother.
Guard: I'm gonna have to make you leave.
Sarsippius: This is some kind of game here.
Guard: What are you doing here?
Sarsippius: This is some kind of game, brother. I came here to do backups.
Guard: Backups for who?
Sarsippius: For this infectaphibian thing, man.
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Insane-the mother funksters tear it up
The beat-that makes you wanna stomp it up
Rhythm-you just can't get enough of the Infectious Grooves
Hardcore-and then they switch it to the smooth
Got vibe-mix it in with the groove
The plague-that's gonna make you booty move it's the Infectious Grooves
Gave it-the network of ability
Threw in-all kind of insanity
Add it up-and now you got the recipe of The Infectious Grooves
(Chorus:)
Talk to me baby you should of been good-you think you're on it
but you ain't got nothing on me
It aon't as if I hadn't told you so
So now you sit and then you go and when you hear it
Damn-that's what you say when you hear us
Jam-'cause the boys know how to make it all
Slam-now you wanna get with the program of the Infectious Grooves
Pack'n-a loc'd kinda zak that's
Attack'n-with the bass that's pump'n and
Smack'n-leave you breathless coughing and hack'n with Infectious Grooves
We found- the hippest, hardest, heaviest sound
Took it straight from the underground
Now you got the plague that's going around, known as Infectious Grooves
Talk to me baby it's me again
I love to tell you 'cause it ain't the way that you wanna hear
You try to stop it, but I seen you move your booty
Move that booty, mmm that's a booty, she has a very nice booty Infectious
Now you know it's Infectious
It's Infectious-the rhythm that'll tear it up
Infectious-the beat that makes you get on up
Infectious-the mother funksters tear it up-with the Infectious Grooves
Infectious-A loc'd kinda zak that's
Infectious-with the bass that's pumpin and
Infectious-leave you breathless coughing and the Infectious Grooves
Infectious-switch to the smooth and it's
Infectious-miz it in the groove and it's
Infectous-the plague that makes your booty move it's the Infectious Grooves
Infectous-the plague that makes your
Infectous-the plague that makes your
Infectous-the plague that makes your booty move it's the Infectious Grooves
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A lil' somthin' like dis
Well, I got the blues
And I got shoes
But damn it's Infectious
Well, I got the blues
Got it to my shoes
And damn it's Infectious
I got the Infectious Blues, yeah
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(Chorus:)
I want it I need it I'm headed out for something to break
I got it I'm feeling it I'm headed out on a monster skank
My feet are moving faster than my mind can do no thinking
My body's twisting in contortions that weren't meant to be
My head is spinning like a yo-yo that don't know no better
Off to the special place where there is only room for me
Have a little dance with a twist-hear you were hungry-eat a fist
(Chorus)
My mind paints pictures but I couldn't find no frame to fit it
Only an artist can create what he don't understand
I tried to tell you but you didn't have no time for reason
Off to my special place where only I am in command
What's to skank?-monster skank'n
Aye got something break'n-we've gone monster skank'n
Roses are red-violets are blues
you're uglier than a monkey-you should live in a zoo
(Chorus)
Shoot off your mouth
don't like what you said-here's my response a boot to your head
The wise man feels no pressure then he tells you not to worry
Your inspiration hits me like a ton of falling bricks
Lost in a cemetery of forgotten resolutions
Off to my special place where I can break all that you fix
Aye gone monster skank'n-I don't need nobody
I think something's break'n-I've gone monster skank'n
Is it skank? Monster skank
What kind of skank? Monster skank
It's a monster-a scary scary monster!
Aye got something break'n-we gone monster skank'n
It's a monster
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Bring it back
Back to the people
(x8)
Take that thang, and put it in here!
Take that thang, gonna put it in there, gonna take that thang (x3)
Make it black!
Back to the people
Bring it back
Back to the people
Bring it on back
Back to the people
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You lie and yo breath stank you lie and yo breath stank
Save your time don't give me that speech
And use that time to go brush your teeth
A good mouthwash would be a start
Cause your breath done smell like your mouth done a fart
You lie and yo breath stank
So bad it makes it hard to think
You lie and yo breath stank
Smells just like it's a septic tank
You lie and yo breath stank you lie and yo breath stank
Damn homeboy won't you chew on some gum
You smell like a mixture of chili dogs and rum
Don't be cheap and juts chew on a stick
Throw in the whole pack and chew on it quick
You lie and yo breath stank
So bad it makes it hard to think
You lie and yo breath stank
Rolls me over like a Sherman tank
You lie and yo breath stank you lie and yo breath stank
Open your mouth the whole room stunk
You need a chisel to hammer off the funk
Your breath would turn a shirt into lint
So do us all a favor and suck on a mint
You lie and yo breath stank you lie and yo breath stank
Open your mouth just another lie
What's that smell did somethin' die
A funky kind of stank that makes you go phew
Took a wiff straight out it was coming from you
You lie and yo breath stank
So bad it makes it hard to thank
You lie and yo breath stank
So bad damn your breath is rank
Damn yo breath stank
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Come on into my mind, into my heart,
into my thoughts and into my soul
Come on into your mind, into your heart,
into your thoughts and into your soul-do the sinister
(Chorus 1:)
Come on come one come on do the sinister come on
come on come on hey hey hey
(Chorus 2:)
The minister is getting sinister the minister of the sinister-
you're messing with
The minister of the sinister the minister is getting sinister
Why you always bugging-what you want with me
Why you always tripping-just you let me be
Ain't no point in knocking-ain't nobody home
Ain't no point in talking-just leave me alone!
(Chorus 1 & 2)
Into the mind, into the heart, into the thought, into the soul
Out of the mind, out of the heart,
out of the thought, and out of the soul
Why you always bugging-what you want with my
Why you always tripping-just you let me be
Ain't no point in knocking-ain't nobody home
Ain't no point in talking-just leave me alone!
Sin sin ha! ha! come on sin sin do the sinister
Sinister surf mind raid
Cyco surf min raid
What I want I do it
What I need I take it
If I want I'll do you, you been warned
What you want won't happen
What you know don't matter
What you feel I give it right here and right now
Right here and right now
Right here and right now
Right here and right now
Do the sinister
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Groovalistic
Yesterday I struggled a little less than today
I locked it in a brain cell and I threw the key away
Don't know what I was thinking-then again I do
I lock my thoughts in cages like the animals in a zoo
So please don't feed the cyco-and I don't mean with food
Cause my mind feeds on hatred-and you get me in the mood
So are we having fun yet? Can you feel the pain?
Cause my mind functions perfectly on tangents skewed insane
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She said, "If I would of then I could of but it's unrealistic"
And I said, "So why you always gotta be so damn pessimistic"
And she said, "If I could of then I would have but it's unrealistic"
And I said, "If you could of then you would on infecto groovalistic"
(Chorus 2:)
Groove a little high groove a little low groove a little in between
Groove a little hot groove a little cold groove a little bit in my scene
Groove a little left groove a little right groove a little something with me
Grove a little sex groove a little love Infecto is the way it should be
Groovalistic
So much for smart thinking the odds weren't on my side
But ain't it fun to gamble double up and let it ride
I could of been more thoughtful I could of walked away
But I ain't afraid to say I got nothing left to say
(Chorus 1 & 2)
Groovalistic oh no! infecto groovalistic
I could of made it touching or full of tricky rhymes
I could of been more thoughtful-I could of walked away
But since I got the time I got one more thing left to say
I hate stupid people! (obviously a lot cause I say it enough)
Stupid-A person that has the capabilities to think
and or understand but refuses to use it
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