DISCLAMER:...do i have to repeat it...I OWN NOTHING


Chris: What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?

Jill: 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 lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

Jill: I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They shoot at all these zombies.
licker, and Cerberus
bat, and rat
moth, they be sharin'
All their blood got me wearin' fly
But I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass 'n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep shootin'
So I keep on lookin
And no I ain't shootin
We can keep on fightin
I keep on demonstratin'

Jill: My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,

Chris: She's got me shooting.

Jill: Spendin' all your bullets on me and spending time on me.

Chris: She's got me shooting.

Jill: Spendin' all your bullets on me, up on me, on me

Chris: What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?

Jill: I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.

Chris: What u gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?

Jill: I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

Chris: I met a girl down at the station.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

Jill: They say I'm really sexy,
The zombies they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always feeling next to me,
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin' at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can't touch it,
If you touch it I'ma start some killin,
You don't want no killin,
No, no killin, no, no, no, no killin
So don't pull on my hand boy,
You ain't my man, boy,
I'm just tryn'a shoot boy,
And move my hump.

Jill: My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps
In the back and in the front.
My lovin' got u,

Chris: She's got me spendin'.

Jill: Spendin' all your bullets on me and spending time on me.

Chris: She's got me shooting.

Jill: Spendin' all your bullets on me, up on me, on me

Chris: What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?

Jill: I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.

Chris: What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?

Jill: I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.

Chris: What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?

Jill: I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.

Chris: What you gon' do wit all that ammo?
All that ammo inside that shirt?

Jill: I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

Chris: She's got me spendin'.

Jill: Spendin' all your bullets on me and spending time on me.

Chris: She's got me shooting.

Jill: Spendin' all your bullets on me, up on me, on me

Jill: (giggles and jumps up and down) YYYYEEEAAAA

Carlos: WHOOT BABY MOOVE THAT (is hit with a flying chair)

Chris: (whistle)

Jill: (gasp) POOR CARLOS (helps and her shirt slides a little down)

Carlos: (Drool) I NEED SOME LOVIN BABY (is knocked out by Chris)

Jill: (blank stare)…………


2 reviews and ill put 5 up. UP NEXT THE RESI CAST SINGS MORTAL KOMBAT . R&R PLEASE