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Stank Garden
01:51
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Skronka:
Skronka, I'm the junior James Bond
The hectic detective busy searching in a pond
Battle-hardened from long days in the Stank Garden
I fry like jalapeños on the asphalt, I'm a bargain
But I'm not a store, this kid's got nothing for sale
No items for sale, no onions for sale
We creaky deep sleep like narcoleptics in speakeasies
Skronka squirts without a shirt, we're stanky and greasy
"Skronka, take it easy" I'm violent, but carefree
I run my village well, I share my roast beef
I showed my grams my land, she thought it was rad
She likes my real estate real like polka raps
Or loops, step outside and we'll shoot some hoops
Doob some noobs, sprinkle pubes into tombs
We're jumpy like junky hikers fresh out of lube
When I sieged Toontown, all I got was shrooms
Squirt:
The name's Squirt, squirting on your bitch I ain't a jerk
Pulling bitches left and right, hey man, your bitch wasn't the first
Me, my boy Skronk we're just basking in the glory
Fucked your girl up the ass in a plane lavatory
Zit-face chubby lovers always pressing for my number
"But I'm too busy harvesting my cucumber"
Keep my mind set on the game that we're playing
Me and Skronka just busy disobeying
Bitches look at me like I'm stanky and greasy
They make these assumptions that my life is easy
Down in the Stank Garden there's nothing but hard work
Met my boy, Skronk, when I was working as a clerk
He came to the counter and ordered a frap
And that's when I realized there was no gap
Squirt 'n Skronka were bound to be friends
We're busy fucking almost every weekend
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2. |
Agent Cody Banks Stank
02:23
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Skronka:
Agent Cody Banks Stank
Danker than a septic tank
Or a dirty fish tank from your average skank
The skanks like Squirt, he skates without a shirt
But when he don't return the love, greasy bitches get hurt
That's secret agent Squirt, with Cody Banks fragrance
Smellin like some cavemen stanking up the basement
Face it, Squirt 'n Skronka got a spaceship that we vaape in
Naked
Then limpin out of limousines, stanking like some pre-teens
The realest spleens, Squirt 'n Skronka are the queens
With the sober odor, buckets full of Gogurt
We even got Gogurt in the fucking supersoaker
Squirt:
Tricky Dick Tracy: Investigating Haiti
Me and my boy Skronk smoking tree, it's getting hazy
Palm trees and warm breeze, a bad case of the munchies
Squirt 'n Skronka busy treating bitches to our testes
Agent Cody Banks in the flesh: Bangladesh
He's putting all our skills to the test in the mesh
Cody never eats cucumbers in the dark
Because he fears the rule of the British oligarch
Me and my boy Skronk outside the jurisdiction
A fat black man, a crazy heroin addiction
We never we were getting into such deep shit
Cody later had a knife impale his tit
Dr. Korumbi:
You ate your sunscreen
You are the party
Tell all your stories
Cody Banks
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3. |
Kornival
02:26
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Squirt:
Pinstripe tent, throwing kids to cement
All the clowns in disguise as some proper 'gents
Funnel cake kid run away with the shit
Kankles perspirate through his redneck outfit
Merry-go-round look at MILFs on the ground
Throwing slimy knuckleballs from atop the mound
Deep-fried scones shooting bones with the drones
Mow in the yard, shitting on some tombstones
Ferris wheel view of Phoenix Avenue
Watching some bros shotgun ice cold brews
Staring at some cleavage, hands on some buns
Leave the carnival, go support the Phoenix Suns
Rural drive, on the way to the court
Down at the carnival you can learn to teleport
Hanging with the carnies and puffing on some Marley
The carnival is gone, all the memories were gnarly
Skronka:
Double dog dare, we pull up at the state fair
It's Indiana: a crackhead nightmare
Half the rides are broken like the mind of Hulk Hogan
At the arcade, bitches sucking dick for tokens
The carnies looking heartbroken; go figure
They're wrist-slitters; serving Skronka greasy dinner
WIth corn dog fritters and cotton candy critters
Squirt tackles the carny, just let the dogs simmer
Stank Squad are loan sharks in the dark parts of skateparks
Playing strip poker with Felicia Clark and your Mom
We banged her in the bumper carts
Fed her Gogurt Poptarts until she stars
Light a cigar, then kick a carnie in the nuts
Throw him in the dunk tank, the Squad don't give a fuck
Squirt's fucking hillbilly bitches in the beer tent
We got to leave the carnival. they'll miss our stench
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4. |
Donkey Kong Space Song
01:45
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Dr. Korumbi:
Donkey Kong, he's in space
Space song, Donkey Kong
He's in space, and he's doing the Donkey Chase
Donkey Kong Space Song
Squirt 'n Skronka:
Donkey Kong and Diddy Kong
Are in deep space with the Squad
Stank Squad's really drunk in the Jump 'n Fun
See Squirt 'n Skronka up on the Jumbotron
Riding with Diddy in the gravitron
Go to Mars and forget what planet we're on
Get brunch with some aliens; extra eggs
Stankiest skillets; alien bacon on my plate
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5. |
Gnarly Party
02:09
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Squirt:
It's a kegger: me, you, and the beggars
Do a keg stand, top it off with Gogurt Fellers
Black man, Pakistan, heroin minivan
Superman, Taliban, turbofan, weatherman
So many pretty girls with really tasty boobies
All this alcohol makes me feel very groovy
Bud Light, Blue Moon, even Captain Morgan
I feel higher than my idol, Michael Jordan
Beer
Weed
Girls
Party
Skroka:
Squirt 'n Skronka pull up at the party
Where's the Bacardi? The fellers need some Marley
And where the fuck's the Gogurt? Bring that shit over
But wait make it colder, but don't wait 'till I'm sober
We found Marley, he was showing off his Harley
To Gnarls Barkley, he thought it was gnarly
Squirt found a lager, Sronka found some Vodka
Now we're in the basement taking shots and playing Contra
Squirt:
I got laid! I got laid! I got laid! I got laid!
I'm really, really happy I don't need to do a date
I get really awkward when around pretty girls
Pressure builds up and I'm forced to hurl
The party gets busted with my femur and my musket
All this fast action makes me feel disgusted
I tried to run away as the cops approached
But little did I know, my reputation was toast!
As I ran away, my overalls came down
The bitches saw my dick and started to frown
*TEARS*
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6. |
Karate Sounds
02:31
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Squirt:
The champs's back, the champ is back is spitting raps
Blackbelt in jujitsu and drinking fraps
Ran around the globe, didn't even break a sweat
He even looks healthy when he's smoking cigarettes
Skronka:
Two thumbs up
One for the movie, and one up her butt
It's the smoothie slut crowd
Bumping groovy karate sounds
Squirt:
Born in Philly, yet raised in Okinawa
The symbol of his villains is a cowering flour
Can break all your bones with a single jab
Karate HQ in the Gogurt lab
Skronka:
My pops used to pace these halls
Heard me kicking ass through the walls
Thanks to him, Squirt 'n Skronka got black belts
And karate sounds with grandmaster Skronk's smell
Squirt:
His elbow strike can make a wigger drop dead
Eats a balanced diet of rice and dragon head
Always eats his meals with a bowl of wasabi
To get pumped up he listen to Fugazi
Skronka:
Dojo dro with a mocha and a coke
Taekwondo killing white belt slowpokes
With karate sounds, killing yellow belt clowns
We're just chatting, but get the fuck off our grounds
Squirt:
Has been undefeated ever since the day
His Dad once accused him of being gay
Worked so hard 'till his technique was tight
Ever since then, he's never lost a fight
Skronka:
It's like they in Nagasaki: fuck pilates!
I'd rather count bodies and practice karate
And walk around barefoot, chopping cinder blocks with Squirt
Loud karate sounds like Rocky in a church
Dr. Korumbi:
So practice karate
And don't forget the sunscreen
Never underestimate the karate sounds
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7. |
Poolboy
02:35
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Skronka:
I always was a simple poolboy
Floaties and a Speedo, schoolboy with a kilo
Murder she wrote, got tequila in the speedboat
My breaststroke looks like a torpedo
Wet dollar bills, I swear I got gills
They're good for bombing hills, Squirt is fucking skilled
Borders with glocks and mad sketchy hops
Skating rails with no wax, bailing from the cops
Trading shits for giggles, vaping with the Wiggles
Solving riddles with Malcolm X in the middle
Shit, you got to stop banging penguins
And quit pretending: you look like a gremlin
Or a shady monster that dropped out of Harvard
Started slinging X and traded it for lobster
I guess you quit coaching soccer; that's not a shocker
You're still a squatter, with his dick in an otter
Squirt:
Streamline dive in the life I define
Living life in the pool, you heard it through the grapevine
I'm a man of simple taste, I got no time haste
Dick impression in the Speedo leaves a tasty aftertaste
Doing breaststroke before a nice, long toke
I'm staying in the pool, my bitches harvest artichoke
Me and my Skronk, we got no time for noodles
We laying on the raft we got the kit and caboodle
Hibernate all day and prepare for night
When I go out, I got a monster appetite
Swim to the club, bring home a couple bitties
We're just having fun, playing games with their titties
Underwater loving, sandbars and some hunnies
When you tread with me, you don't need your money
When they see me gliding they get out of the way
They know that Poolboy is here to stay
He's a cool boy, that Poolboy
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8. |
Shit Lasts ft. Ducky
02:55
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Squirt, Skrona & Club Duck:
Squirt 'n Skronka tipsy on the paddle boat
Dancing little green men bathing in our travel bowl
Bobbing downstream, retinas lagging
King Cunt falls, and we're laughing
We're Stank Sqaud, we stank so dank
Dank stank so flame smells like shit tank
Skronka paddles, Ducky waddles
The pussy battles: I always win
Sunlight. Daytime. Squirt gun. Skronk run. Waves splash. Toes dance. Brain smashed. Shit lasts.
Club Duck:
I can't cut the ropes 'cause the scissors exploded
But I can enjoy myself 'cause the wiggers imploded
Their limbs and Stank Squad tees rain down on the river
Boys, for two years we've got excellent dinner
Squirt:
No thank, I'll pass, I don't want your muffins
The last time you offered there was too much humping
I'm not complaining, but it was too dismal
You look like a mole rat bust getting anal
Skronka:
Skronka: the paddle boat beast, resting my feet
Me, my boys Squirt and Ducky getting stanky at the beach
Bitches say to rest in peace to rest my piece
But really I'm about to rest my dick in their cheese
Sunlight. Daytime. Squirt gun. Skronk run. Waves splash. Toes dance. Brain smashed. Shit lasts.
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