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Gogurt Fellers

by Squirt 'n Skronka

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1.
Stank Garden 01:51
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
2.
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
3.
Kornival 02:26
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
4.
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
5.
Gnarly Party 02:09
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*
6.
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
7.
Poolboy 02:35
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
8.
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.

about

Squirt would like to thank: My mother and father, Skronka x1000, the ENTIRE Zuckerberg family (including Uncle Tri11; ripest tomatoes in the bay), Dr. Korumbi x100, Club Duck, Lip Dobie, Anton, Brandon, Henry, Gally & Barry Bonds

Dr. Korumbi: Stanky choruses and melodies on tracks 2, 4, 6 & 7

Shit Lasts is old as fuck; recorded in May 2012

special thanks to doctor korumbi and the stank alumni. stank squad full length soon.

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released August 18, 2013

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