Freaks & Geeks Crocker Verse

Buh buh bastards, won't you love it when I say it/ Carolina, baby, I'm to the point where I'm playin'/ The come ups a comin', with coupled tender lovin/ Crocker loves you, dandelions to your mother/ Awkward enough, combative as fuck/ But every time I rhyme, you feel the magic and such/ Tulip tip-toeing, zooted and mellow/ Jubby packs bowls, I chase dragons that's yellow/ My baby loves me, my mother accepts me/ Love lemonade, but I'm partial to Nestea/ They tell me I'm heavy, I tell him that's Vic/ They say that I'm angry, I say naw, that's my dick/ Oops! See the ignorance bled through/ Rachel Cook, egg, pan; This is what meth do/ Cosell, Kronkite, and Jubby Da Fuk/ Family trees don't fork, but you're forkin' with us.

Pull Out Your Happiness

(Hook)
/If your dick don't harden to this song/
/Well then it probably won't harden again/
/So, unzip your pants, and touch my chest/
/And pull out your happiness/

(JubbyFUK Verse)

(Hook)
/If your dick don't harden to this song/
/Well then it probably won't harden again/
/So, unzip your pants, and touch my chest/
/And pull out your happiness/

(Crocker Verse)
/I mean… alright, as long as it's cool/ For me not to do it, I'd feel like a fool/ So let's make with the happiness, pulling' and such/ Chest touch, stress rush, maybe losing a nut/ Crocker, take out a "c" and the "er"/ Whatcha got there? *giggles*…./ Pulled it out so much, I'm facing some charges/ And waiting on results that might callous and harden/ The evidence alone was slanderous, damaging/ Local strip club, with my penis, I'm brandishing/ Told the judge, if he was me, he would too/ See a big-breasted woman, play peek-a-boo/ Held me in contempt, gave a sentence of three months/ I said man, that's bullshit, blame my tree trunk/ Moral of the story, if you pull, pull with caution/ Vigilante lumberjack, I'm constantly logging/

(Hook)
/If your dick don't harden to this song/
/Well then it probably won't harden again/
/So, unzip your pants, and touch my chest/
/And pull out your happiness/

Hillary:
Now, I don't know why I wrote this song, but it came to me at 3am/ So I pulled out a pen, and wrote this shit down, and that's where my story begins/ Now, this song's not about drugs and sex. Just talkin' bout a healthy erection/ So, I ain't got a dick, but don't be a prick, just pull out your happiness/ No, you can't be sad, when you're pullin' out your happiness!

Provided By

One horse town, feel like I'm one horse down/ Voice on it's last legs, 'til it's done hoarse now/ Down to my last smoke, last dime, last time/ Thinking I'm only as real, as what I said in my last rhyme/ If I ain't or I'm not, then G-d strike me with lightning/ Jihad to my facade, I'll either kill or enlighten/ Only here to make sure, that the tension'll heighten/ And you when you think of the nicest, that my face is the likeness/ To whom it may concern, if I've a wish to be granted/ In death, make sure my dad fabricates me a casket/ Put a hole for a rose and make sure that you plant it/ To show my weird fascination with beauty and tragic/ Time to take a sabbatical and let go of the baggage/ The best that I can, I've done considerable damage/ Wallowed long enough to make morbid a madam/ Depression right beside it, then they turned it a tandem/ Another ship tryin' port, but nowhere for a landing/ Pop another Adderall and shoot myself out the cannon/ If it's a torrential downpour, then I'll try and I'll manage/ It's life, it's whatever, just deal with it at random/ Get off my ass and push, and don't stress on the outcome/ Sacrifice is sacrifice, who succeeded without one/ So here's to less eating, less sleeping, more drinking/ More thinking, more smoking, more coping, more beating/ My head against the cement, til fewer levels prevent/ The moment and me seizing, within view, now I see it/ That elusive brass ring, that's proved to be my reason/ That's carried me through seasons, gave me air for breathing/ That tore me through the shit, and would never let me relent/ Cause wasn't nothing there that was coming to my defense/ So, I sifted through the needless, til I wrote without a pretense/ That I was gonna be sick until I forced a lesion/ Went into a booth, started laying out my grievance/ Til I knew you felt I's the truest and the meanest/ That drive coupled hate, and it built me a stairway/ An awfully steep one, but I move at a bear's pace/ Reshaped who I was, and ripped me out of my bare frame/ Molded me an irony, out of smokes and some spare change/