IN THE TIME OF CHIMPANZEES I WAS A MONKEY
>>131897955
ok
>>131897955I'm a driver I'm a winner
I QUIT MY JOB BLOWIN' LEAVESTELEPHONE BILLS UP MY SLEEVES
>>131900510Things are gonna change I can feel it
>duuuuude, have you actually listened to the lyrics dude>spray paint the vegetable, duuuuude>theres like so many layers and different meanings duude>beefcake pantyhose!!?>think about what he's really SAYING maaaaan
>>131900757Too bad none of Becks other songs sound good when you're high
I don't care if Pepper lowkey copied thisPepper is a better song by miles
>>131900805Butthole Surfers is unironically a better band than Beck anyways
I memorized every single lyric to this song except for the parts he sings in Spanish
>>131901317>except for the parts he sings in Spanishliterally three words
>>131900757Holy seethe
>>131901317ONIONS un perdedor
>>131903162I'm word filtered basedboySo why don't you desu
>>131900757i look like this and say this
>>131900086
it's only lies that I'm livingit's only tears that I'm cryingit's only you that I'm losingguess I'm doing fine
ÅKA PENDELTÅGhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-J3xjYf8L-8
>>131900757Who the fuk talks like this about Beck lyrics. A lot of his stuff just sounds like stream of consciousness with no meaning behind it.
>>131901249What the fuck did you just fucking say about Beck, you little derelict? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class at the Perdedor Academy, and I've been involved in numerous lily white cavity crazes, and I have over 300 confirmed drive-by body piercings. I am trained in getting crazy with the Cheez Whiz, and I'm the top chimpanzee in the entire United States of Los Angeles. You are nothing to me but just another loser baby. I will wipe you the fuck out with two turntables and a microphone, with precision the likes of which has never been seen before, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet, you fucking nicotine and gravy enthusiast? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Hollywood freaks, and your IP is being traced now, so you better prepare for the tropicalia, maggot. The sea change is gonna wipe out the pathetic little deadweight you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, from the trailer park to JC Penny's, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bottle of blues. Not only am I extensively trained in bozo nightmares, but I have access to the forces of evil, and I will use them to their full extent to turn your miserable ass into a deadweight, you little sissyneck. I'll turn you over to the highway patrol. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have stayed inside your walls and kept your mouth shut like a paper tiger. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn jack-ass. I will shit all over you until you're drowning in the new pollution, and when the morning comes you'll be nothing but a lost cause. Where it's at? I'll tell you where it's fucking at. Right behind you, with a cigarette on each arm. You're fucking dead, guero.
