“Alternative” Lyrics 315

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin; Russia; Republicans; Republican Party
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Campaign Team; Donald J. Trump’s Transition Team; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Former Members of Donald Trump’s Administration
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Criminal” by Miguel

Got a mind full off TNT
I need a lunatic just like me
Paint the sky with a brush fire, yeah
Like la la la la, la

I got a mind like Colombine
Yeah, a vigilante I’m volatile uh
I pick and choose like duck duck goose
I’m close ties that you should cut loose

I just want someone that I can trust
Baby is that you, is that us?

I know it’s dicey
Oh, so good it feels criminal, ha
So it’s gotta be criminal, ha
The way I keep killing you
So dangerous
So good it feels criminal, ha
This shit it’s gotta be criminal, uh
The way I keep killing you

Plain as heaven call it nine eleven
She say, hello, how you such a blessing
I know, we’re too round now I’m finessing
Huh Just plead the fifth, if you ever questioned, girls

You see, I just want someone that I can trust
Baby is that you, is that us?

I know I’m dicey
Oh, so good it feels criminal, ha
So it’s gotta be criminal, ha
The way I keep killing you
So dangerous
So good it feels criminal uh
This shit it’s gotta be criminal, uh
The way I keep killing you

Conversations elevated when she fell in love
Sippin’ on her, say he did her like a dirty rug
Feeling played underpaid, like she was Matthew Paige
Every day she had to find a way to find a way
Self esteem is what emotions feed
Dry land and get the travel to seven seas
Kaepernick of my city lil homie take a knee
Taking you to places selfies get taken the least
Criminal thoughts, an angel in the flesh
It feels like we floating when we really having sex (yes)
Her words be so potent scribbled them on my chest
Motivation is morning shorty, and I confess
I’m holding you closest that’s till the day I rest
I gave her a hundred stuffed it all in her dress
Motion picture, we the young mobile niggas
Here’s a toast to the ones who knew us before the riches

Love like gun fire grand theft stolen motor
Fifty one fifty in Lola’s heart
Raging and reckless
She don’t know love at last
Someone that’s wanna stay, really with the getaway
Fifty one fifty in Lola’s heart
Who could stop us babe
The world is ours yeah

I just want someone that I can trust
Is that you, is that us?

I know I’m dicey
It’s so good it feels criminal yeah
She’s gotta be criminal uh
The way I keep killing you
So dangerous
So good it feels criminal, uh
This shit it’s gotta be criminal, uh
The way I keep killing you

Oh, my love

“Alternative” 314

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party
“Robot Hell” by Dan Castellaneta, John DiMaggio, Billy West, and Katey Sagal feat. Beastie Boys from Futurama

Robot Devil : We know all your sins, Bender, and for each one, we’ve prepared an agonizing, and ironic, punishment. Gentlemen?

[Music starts]

Bender: Aw, crap, singing. Mind if I smoke?

[singing starts]

Robot Devil : Cigars are evil, you won’t miss ’em,

We’ll find ways to simulate that smell,

What a sorry fella, rolled up and smoked like a Panetela, here on level one of Robot Hell!

Robot Devil : Gambling’s wrong and so is cheating. So is forging phony IOU’s,

Let’s let lady luck decide, what type of torture’s justified.

I’m pit boss here on level two!

[He spins a wheel that Bender is strapped to. Luck decides to deep-fry Bender.]

Robot Devil : [speaking]: Ooh! Deep-fried robot!

[CUT TO… Bender is being dipped in what looks like boiling oil, the song has started up again]

Bender: [singing] Just tell me why!

Robot Devil : [singing] Please read this 55-page warrant.

Bender: There must be robots worse than I!

Robot Devil : We’ve checked around, there really aren’t.

Bender: Then please let me explain, my crimes were merely boyish pranks!

Robot Devil : You stole from boy scouts, nuns and banks!

Bender: Aw, don’t blame me,
Blame my upbringing!

[He steals Robot Devil ‘s wallet.]

Robot Devil : Please stop sinning while I’m singing!

[He rips off Benders arm]

Robot Devil : Selling bootleg tapes is wrong, musicians need that income to survive!

[the song turns into a rap]

Beastie Boys: Hey, Bender, gonna make some noise, with your hard drive scratched by the Beastie Boys?

[record scratching]

Beastie Boys:That’s whatcha, whatcha, whatcha get on level five!

[CUT TO… Fry and Leela sliding down an enormous slide, the regular tune returns to the song]

Fry: I don’t feel well…

Leela: It’s up to us to rescue him!

Fry: Maybe he likes it here in Hell…

Leela: It’s us who tempted him to sin!

Fry: Maybe he’s back at the motel?

Leela: Come on, Fry, don’t be scared,
I’m sure at least one of us will be spared,

So just sit back, enjoy the ride.

Fry: My ass has blisters from the slide!

Robot Devil: Fencing diamonds, fixing cockfights,

publishing indecent magazines,

you’ll pay for every crime, knee-deep in electric slime,

you’ll suffer till the end of time, enduring tortures, most of which rhyme,

trapped forever here in Robot Hell!

[The Robot Devil tosses his hat away and stops singing]

Beelzebot : Of course, that’s just for starters.

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