Infectious Grooves

I'm not here to hurt you
I got enough things that already hurt
I'm not here to hate you
I got much better things to hate
I'm not here to fight you
I wanna fight then I'll pick on myself
I'm just here to tell you
These freaks are here to party!

Infectious Grooves!

I'm not here to love you
You want love call "976-"
I'm not here to kiss you
You wanna kiss then you better kiss this
I'm not here to hold you
I'm holding in enough shit as it is
I'm just here to tell you
These freaks are here to party!

These freaks, us freaks, we're here to party

Infectious Grooves!

I'm not here to smell you
I'm just here to tell you
These freaks are here to party
And I hope you come along and party too!

Mr. Sarsippius:

"Hahahaha, that's good, butt...
I mean "Butt"”, like the big butt that the ladies singing in the third row of the church choir "Be Heaven".
But, my new should be "slamatotious" on that, it's so slamming, it will send shivers up and down my spine.
Marsha, we'll blow the jam outta your toe, make your boogles go sell for the winter.
Ah, so you don't believe me, huh? Well I'm gonna play "Sprick", alright? Just a little teaser."

"That's right, and if you want more, you have to "Sprick" your ass down to the record store and buy it.
Thank you very much."

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

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

Raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime

She's got that flavor I love to savor
I'll lick your flavor baby, anytime
'Cause she's got raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime

I heard about the man that was eating his shoe
And the three-eyed lady said how do you do
You brake to take, but it ain't no mistake
It just don't make no kinda sense to you
Just sitting there, won't you get control of yourself
It was the 3rd of May and now it's June the 12th
So stop you lop, I get the pick of the crop
Savor da flavor

Raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime

Her waves in motion, start a commotion
I'll take her potion any day or time
Like an illusion, spreading confusion
She knows she's using it and that's just fine
I could have been a rumor, but I like what I hear
So I took it one step further
Threw it out of the rear
Do you wait or hate or retaliate
And I take a little dance with the fear
Not a pretty lady trying to take it on me
But she's got a little sister, that's the place I'll be
In a line, she's fine and she's gonna be mine
Savor da flavor

Raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime

Savor da flavor

Raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime

Fame makes a man take things over.
Fame lets him loose, hard to swallow.
Fame puts you there where things are hollow. Fame.
Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame
That burns your change to keep you insane. Fame.

Fame, what you like is in the limo.
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow.
Fame, what you need you have to borrow. Fame.
Fame, it's mine, it's mine, it's just his line
To bind your time, it drives you to crime. Fame.

Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool? Fame.
Fame, bully for you, chilly for me,
Got to get a rain check on pain. Fame.

Fame, fame,
Fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame,
Fame, what's your name?

Kashmir:

“Hello, how do you doing. I am de manager of Sarsippius.
My name is Kashmir, I am of what is most important in making a rock band or solo artist famous.
I am the contact you need to achieve amongst of my popularity and start up.
Send me your demo-tapes, or if you are a beautiful Philadelphia, sending me a photo.
Remember, I am de Chakra to your fame.”

(Urp!)
(I'm all about the old style spreckin', you know what I'm sayin'?)

Spreck! Spreck!
Spreck! Spreck it down, spreck it down!

Spreck! Spreck! Spreck! Spreck!

Spreck! Spreck!
(I'm 'bout to go spreck loco on y'all!)
Spreck! Spreck it y'all, spreck it y'all!
(Watch me bust out. Spreck-)

Spreck!
In the morning
Spreck!
In the night!
Spreck!
Make you do it
Spreck!
Do it right!

Spreck!
Can you feel it?
Spreck!
Feels alright!
Spreck!
In the pocket
Spreck it y'all, spreck it y'all!

I want to spreck with you my lady
(Uh huh, dat's right, a ha ha ha ha,)
I want to spreck with you my baby
Spreck it y'all, spreck it y'all!

Spreck! Spreck!
Come one!
Spreck!
Everybody!
Spreck!
I'll Spreck!
Spreck!
You can Spreck!
Spreck!
If you want to (I'm not afraid!)
Spreck!
But don't spreck on my part
Spreck it down, spreck it down!

Spreck!
In the morning
Spreck!
In the night!
Spreck!
Make you do it!
Spreck!
Do it right! (Uh huh!)
Spreck!
Can you feel it?
Spreck!
Feels alright! (Yeah!)
Spreck!
In the pocket,
Spreck it y'all, spreck it y'all

I want to spreck with you my lady
(Heh, dat's the way, ha!)
I want to spreck with you my baby
Spreck it y'all, spreck it y'all!

Mm hm. So what's all about this spreckin'?
(I don't know)
I'm all about it!
(Dat's right!)
Aw yeah? Give it to me!

Spreck! Spreck!
Spreck! Spreck it y'all, spreck it y'all!

Spreck!
Spreck-ee-let go
Spreck!
Spreck-ee-like!
Spreck!
Spreck-ee-likky doggy-dog!
Spreck!
Spreck-ee right!
Spreck!
Aw Spreck-ee spreck-ee!
Spreck!
Aw sprec-uh!
Spreck!
Watch me sprec y'all!
Spreck it y'all, spreck it y'all

SPRECK!

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

-Muir-Siegel-Trujillo-Pleasents-
What up ya? Give it to me go
Can't make me. Can't break me. And now you know you're the one
Can't fake it. Can't take it. And now you know you're the one
Can't make me. And now you know you're the one
Can't

Bust out with somethin' that you never see
Trip out on a kick called reality
You react, oh so typically
You're wasting my time

Lost in a moment
But something that got lost remains in me
Pray for atonement
To save me from the things that I can't see

You can't refuse what I'm giving
And I ain't gonna take it no more!
Shut it up, or put it up

Please be forgiving
For I've sinned in no one's eyes except for you
What you got is not for me
And everything I got you refuse to see
Adjust to see what is true

I really don't want it
And I really don't need it
And I really don't matter
And I really don't care
Slo-motion slam

Break - from all about
Trip - without a doubt
Move - and then you get it so you gotta be good
Stop - and then you want it 'cause they say that you should
Wait - and then they pass it 'cause you ain't got the sound
Go - and then you catch it on the second time 'round

And then you get it
'Cause you always got to do what you see
And everybody's always trippin'
On the things they can't be
And no one's ever got a moment
But they're wasting my time
And someone's always looking
For the things they can't find

Slo-motion slam
And when you see it don't ever look away
And everybody's livin' in a
Slo-motion slam
Move on and when you get it
Don't ever set it free
And now you know you're livin' in a
Slo-motion slam
Don't give, don't ever give up
Don't ever give in, never give it away
And now you want to live in a
Slo-motion slam, slo-motion slam it

Lies, what you're living
But I refuse to live your life no more
I ain't gonna go away
You made the game but not the rules I play
And I'm declaring it war
You can't refuse what we're giving
And we ain't gonna take it no more

Shout - hallelujah
But there ain't no shout that's gonna save my soul
Screams - echo through me
It's always in a fight to gain control
We really don't want it
We really don't need it
And it really don't matter and we really don't care

Living, living in a slo-motion slam

They say we can't do it
And they say we ain't supposed to
They say we better not
But we say we don't care
We don't care!

Three headed mind pollution

I made up my mind, do you mind that I really don't mind?
I gotta align my mind, but I ain't got the time
My mind mind? Yes, it minds, now do you mind?
I made up my mind, do you mind that I really don't mind?

Out of my mind

Three headed mind pollution

When the mind goes blind, you just might find
The mad man was busy sucking down the wine

Three headed mind pollution

I made up my mind, do you mind that I really don't mind?
I gotta align my mind, but I ain't got the time
My mind mind? Yes, it minds, now do you mind?
I made up my mind, do you mind that I really don't mind?

Out of my mind

Panic

I'm not gonna ask, you ask
Are you now or have you ever been
A member of the three headed mind pollution?
Three headed mind pollution, out of my mind
I'll take a double three headed mind pollution
Extra chili and cheese, to go!

You want funky? We got funky!
Who's got funky? We got funky! You said funky
Violent & Funky!
Violent & Funky (4x)

Sticks and stones may break some bones but a .357
gonna blow your damn head off
You take the pen and I'll take the sword, you can write
some shit till I cut your fuckin' head off

Chorus:
You want funky? We got funky! What kind of funky?
Violent & Funky!
Violent & Funky (4x)

Do unto others as you do unto yourself
'course for me that's damn easy 'cause I hate myself
A penny saved is a penny earned, but a stolen case of
beers gets you a hell of a lot drunker
Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy wealthy
and boring
It ain't over till the fat lady sings and the big bitch is
choking on a chunk of salami

Chorus

You know it's snapped lika Mutha, you know we're
snappin' lika Mutha

Chorus


You know we're snappin' lika Mutha

Mr. Sarsippius:

"Uuhweee, damn, kick him, good god, yo. That's definitely “Caca De Kick”. Bah.
Ok, finally, finally my brothers let me sing back-ups on this song, as you can tell, I can’t let dem screw this one.
Well, let us not try to analyze the concept, but groove and move, it's new, and unique.
Don't stop, you gotta spread the jams."

Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!

On we sweep with threshing oars, our only goal will be the western shores

Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords

On we sweep with threshing oar, our only goal will be the western shore

Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day despite all of your losing
ha, ha, ha...
Losing, ha, ha, ha...