Peter B.

Now we have all heard (if you listen to the right stations) the Black Eyed Peas smash hit, MY HUMPS. It may sound durty, but it isn't-try taking this perspective; What you gon' do with all that junk? All that junk inside your trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out) I drive these brothers crazy,(large family, mental illnesses) I do it on the daily,(DAIRY. pronunciation problems.) They treat me really nicely,(speaks for itself) They buy me all these ices.(obviously an ice machine on the mill) Dolce & Gabbana,(family member names) Fendi and Nadonna Karan, they baby sharin' All their money got me wearin' fly(Clothes out of of money) Brother I ain't askin,(christmas time, obviously) They say they love my ass in(donkey) Seven Jeans, True Religion,(obviously a preachers donkey, very fat) I say no, but they keep givin'(presents) So I keep on takin'(duh) And no I ain't FAKING(her happiness) We can keep on datin'(mill talk-peeling dates) I keep on demonstrating.(she is very skilled in peeling dates) My love, my love, my love, my love(it is her hobby) You love my lady lumps,(tumers were to violent for the radio edit version) My hump, my hump, my hump,(tumer) My humps they got you,(TUMER) She's got me spending.(male voice-tumer removal costs alot) (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me. She's got me spendin'. (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me What you gon' do with all that junk?(obviously the puss from the tumer) All that junk inside that trunk?(puss inside a breifcase) I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,(the doctor is drunk) Get you love drunk off my hump.(the doctor loves tumer removal and is drunk) What u gon' do with all that ass?(donkey) All that ass inside them jeans?(the donkey lost alot of weight) I'm a make, make, make, make you scream Make you scream, make you scream.(the goat is really a ferret) Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.(the ferret is in the tumer) My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)(fergie enjoys her tumers) I met a girl down at the disco.(speaks for itself) She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.(this is lame.) I could be your baby, you can be my honey(genesplice your genes with bees) Let's spend time not money.(they want the splicing to be cheap, and working) And mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,(the splicing takes to ingredients) Milky, milky cocoa, Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight. They say I'm really sexy,(sexy is mill talk for fat) The boys they wanna sex me.(feed me fattening stuff) They always standing next to me,(to get fergie to eat it) Always dancing next to me,(christmas dance) Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.(tumer-the doctor was invited) Lookin' at my lump, lump.(tumer) You can look but you can't touch it,(it is contagious) If you touch it I'ma start some drama,(this is really a play) You don't want no drama,(he doesn't want to be in the play) No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama So don't pull on my hand boy,(the hand has a tumer on it) You ain't my man, boy, (She is married) I'm just tryn'a dance boy,(obviously) And move my hump.(to africa) >>>All the rest of lyrics are redundant<<<

funniness: 3.36

rating: PG