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Post by Josh Spicer on Mar 20, 2007 17:14:23 GMT -5
Consisting of
The Ultimate XS Song Spoofs: Hosted by Josh Spicer
The Comedic Styles of the One and Only Gigi: Hosted by Gigi
The United Xiaolin Showdown Federation
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Post by sanlong on Mar 20, 2007 19:01:04 GMT -5
So? Get it started!
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Post by Josh Spicer on Mar 21, 2007 18:30:05 GMT -5
*Josh walked up on the stage. He had a mic. Music started in the background*
Down in the temple all the monks were practicin For the good little wu and to clense you of your sin When Omi busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death Had Kusuzu Atom in his hands and expensive rum on his breath From his bald head to his shoes he had the 2 Ton Tunic Like a small thin drunk wierdo Chinese Rambo And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye, "Gong Ye Tampai to all - now you're all gonna die!"
The night Omi went crazy The night the shrimp went insane Realized he'd was getting nowhere Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Well, the temple is gone now, he decided to nuc by Everywhere you'll find pieces of Kimmy and Rai And he tied up the monks and he held Dojo hostage And he ground up poor Fungy into oldman sausage He got Clay and Guan with the old Eye of Dashi And he sent an old monk back in time, just like Drake and Joshy And he picked up thet Star of Hannabi, and grilled up old Klofage And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like crawfish
The night Omi went crazy The night cueball went nuts Now you can't hardly walk around China Without steppin' in old man guts
There's Chase Young and Doom's Eye There's a ship belonging to that Clockwise And other shit circlin round good-bye And the bullets are soarin, and Omi's ignorin And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Omi why? My my my my my my You used to be such a peaceful guy
Yes, Virginia, now Omi's doin' time In a global prison, for his infanous crimes Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears He'll never be out you'll be safe, for 700 more years But now Old Omi's dead and Jack Spicer's now retarded And all the monks got job cleaning up for a, guy who farted And they say Old Fun, he's on the phone every night With her lawyer negotiating the bail rights
They're talkin' bout - the night Omi went crazy The night the little shrimp flipped Broke his back to save the world aroung him Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gypped
Wo, the night Omi went crazy The night the shrimp went insane Realized he's gettin' a raw deal Something finally must have snapped in his brain Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brain
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Post by sanlong on Mar 22, 2007 16:36:03 GMT -5
You did a Weird Al spoof! THERE IS A GOD!
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Post by Josh Spicer on Mar 22, 2007 18:53:20 GMT -5
Your welcome.
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Post by sanlong on Mar 22, 2007 19:19:05 GMT -5
NEXT SHOW!
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Post by Josh Spicer on Mar 22, 2007 19:32:24 GMT -5
The United Xiaolin Showdown Federation
Jack: A time comes for a man, to face the facts, that whether you are a man, or an idiot, you're somebody.
*The UXSF theme plays as the crowd is seen*
Match 1: Josh Spicer vs. Aster
Commentators (Fung and Klofage)
Fung: Welcome everybody to the United Xiaolin Showdown Federation.
Klofage: The reason this match was made is because Aster wants reveng on Josh Spicer
Simulated: Josh Spicer because of a hit with the monkey staff to the head.
Match 2: Battle Royal for the UXSF Championship Heylin Ultimates (Chase Young vs. WuYa vs. Hannibal Roy Bean vs. Jack Spicer) vs. The Monks (Rai vs. Clay vs. Omi vs. Kim) vs. Nathaniel vs. Zed vs. Mick Leyfo
Eliminations: 1. Nathaniel by Zed 2. Jack Spicer by Mick 3. Kim by Chase 4. WuYa by Rai 5. Zed by Mick 6. Mick by Zed 7. Clay by Jack 8. Rai by Roy 9. Roy by Omi 10. Omi ny Chase Winner: Chase Young
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Post by Josh Spicer on Mar 23, 2007 16:04:06 GMT -5
"Disengage"
So proud You'll take a bow Their coming 'round And I think I'll give you a screw You won't forget the day we met And that was said
So now The time has come To watch your back and your front And I'll say just one last thing Don't turn away
Why can't you just fuck-a me? You'll find it out The price is out on your pu-u-u-u-u-u-u-sy Your time ran out The lights go down to yellow
Afraid To lean down It's your only chance To have a cork and Now we'll pay For your mistakes It's your last day
Why can't just fuck-a me? You'll find it out The price is out on your pu-u-u-u-u-u-u-sy Your time ran out The lights go down in red
Fu-u-ck'a me You'll find it out The price is out on your pu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-sy Your time ran out Your lights went down and now you'll pee
WHY DON'T YOU JUST BLOW WHY DON'T YOU JUST BLOW
Blow me, lick you Blow me, lick you Blow me break
Why can't you just fuck'a me You'll find it out The price is out on your pu-u-u-u-u-u-u-sy And we're willing to pay Your time ran out Your lights went down in red
Fu-u-ck'a me You've found it out The price is out on your pu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-sy And we're willing to pay Your time ran out Your lights go down and now you'll see
So proud Well take a bow We're coming 'round You'll find out
Blow me, lick you Blow me, lick you LISTEN TO ME, LESSON TO YOU
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Post by Josh Spicer on Jun 5, 2007 11:55:27 GMT -5
Finale, or in this case, Pain-ale
--Hard metal part for 4 measure of 4/4--
I will kick you in your balls and then shoot you in your face Then I will stab you with a knife and gorarize you with my mace The time as come to change mood and say that I hate your guts which are now on the floor and leaking out your butt
--Hard Metal part for 4 measures of 4/4--
We don't get along much now but I snipe your brains right out your head then I lob a C4 at your lung then I name you dead. But through the smoke of the battle you are still alive *goes back to the beginning of the line* time for the tides to switch I must kill slow and painful you dirty Son of a bitch
--Guitar solo for 4/4, then 16 measures of 3/6, then 16 moremeasures of 3/6, then 4 measures 4/4--
Time has come to throw a grenade down your throat and to your ass I just did so now your dead and I am covered in your crap Now through all this pain and suffering I do just recall the war Who made me fight you the man who cheated on my wife To do this, Fight of Gore
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