Uploaded November 2024 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
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Extremely rare stereo 1950's rhythm and blues soul single written and performed by Buster I. Goode, the legendary soul singer and men's rights slap-tivist leader. Buster grew up in the rural south, saying quote "I couldn't read or write so well, but I could slap a b*tch like ringing a bell!". This chart topping single hit #1 on the Top 100 pop list for a whole week in 1958 until The Coasters' "Yakety Yak" took it's spot, and tragically also took it's spot on peoples' record shelves at home as many copies ended up getting taken out with "the papers and the trash". Thanks to Ike Turner for donating this copy to the archive, making it available again for listening. So clench your fists, let your forehead veins twitch, grab your favorite beverage and let your uncontrollable urge to slap a b*tch meet necessary release.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I feel my hand making a fist
You make the vein in my forehead twitch
I got an itch that I have to scratch
I got a b*tch that NEEDS to be slapped
[Chorus 1]
Baby! You won't stop talking sh*t (shut up!)
She just don't know when to quit (give it up)
You make it so hard for me to resist (look out!)
Sometimes I just HAVE to hit a b*tch (ow!)
[Verse 2]
Now nothing ever feels quite right
You make it hard to sleep at night
Baby! My fist needs to get some rest
B*tch! I'm not someone you should test
[Chorus 2]
Baby! You won't stop talking sh*t (shut up!)
She just don't know when to quit (give it up)
It's impossible for me to resist (look out!)
I absolutely HAVE to hit a b*tch
[Bridge]
I GOT to (hit a b*tch) Oh yeah!
I NEED to (hit a b*tch) All right!
This is a job that requires a man (oh yeah)
Baby! Let me give your mouth a hand
[Verse 3]
I feel my hand making a fist
You make the vein in my forehead twitch
I GOT an itch that I HAVE to scratch
I got a b*tch that NEEDS to be slapped
[Chorus 3]
Baby! You won't stop talking sh*t (shut up!)
She just don't know when to quit (give it up)
You make it so hard for me to resist (look out!)
I GOT to, I NEED to, I HAVE to hit a b*tch
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Extremely rare stereo 1950's rhythm and blues soul single written and performed by Buster I. Goode, the legendary soul singer and men's rights slap-tivist leader. Buster grew up in the rural south, saying quote "I couldn't read or write so well, but I could slap a b*tch like ringing a bell!". This chart topping single hit #1 on the Top 100 pop list for a whole week in 1958 until The Coasters' "Yakety Yak" took it's spot, and tragically also took it's spot on peoples' record shelves at home as many copies ended up getting taken out with "the papers and the trash". Thanks to Ike Turner for donating this copy to the archive, making it available again for listening. So clench your fists, let your forehead veins twitch, grab your favorite beverage and let your uncontrollable urge to slap a b*tch meet necessary release.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I feel my hand making a fist
You make the vein in my forehead twitch
I got an itch that I have to scratch
I got a b*tch that NEEDS to be slapped
[Chorus 1]
Baby! You won't stop talking sh*t (shut up!)
She just don't know when to quit (give it up)
You make it so hard for me to resist (look out!)
Sometimes I just HAVE to hit a b*tch (ow!)
[Verse 2]
Now nothing ever feels quite right
You make it hard to sleep at night
Baby! My fist needs to get some rest
B*tch! I'm not someone you should test
[Chorus 2]
Baby! You won't stop talking sh*t (shut up!)
She just don't know when to quit (give it up)
It's impossible for me to resist (look out!)
I absolutely HAVE to hit a b*tch
[Bridge]
I GOT to (hit a b*tch) Oh yeah!
I NEED to (hit a b*tch) All right!
This is a job that requires a man (oh yeah)
Baby! Let me give your mouth a hand
[Verse 3]
I feel my hand making a fist
You make the vein in my forehead twitch
I GOT an itch that I HAVE to scratch
I got a b*tch that NEEDS to be slapped
[Chorus 3]
Baby! You won't stop talking sh*t (shut up!)
She just don't know when to quit (give it up)
You make it so hard for me to resist (look out!)
I GOT to, I NEED to, I HAVE to hit a b*tch





![Being Wh*te Is The Greatest (1968)
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Extremely rare funk single by James Tan and The J.T.s. James wrote this song about his experience as one of the only successful Tuskegee experiment test subjects. At that time they had been testing an early form of Viagra on James which caused him to suffer a recurring side affect that he called erection blackouts. During one of these blackouts that lasted an alleged three minutes and fitty seconds James claims to have died and become a ghost for an entire day.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Things are nice in the after life
Everything looks so clear and bright
We all become ghosts after we die
Every ghost is the same color white
[Chorus 1]
Everyone I meet is so polite
I really f*cking love being white
I dont care if you call me r*cist
Being white is the f*cking greatest
[Verse 2]
I was expecting some redneck sh*t
I thought all whites were suprem*cists
But all I see is white excellence
You should never feel white guilt for it
[Chorus 2]
Everyone I meet is so polite
I really f*cking love being white
I dont care if you call me r*cist
Being white is the f*cking greatest
[Bridge]
Theres no more crime and no more fights
I like it here in the after life
But if I ever get sent back
I pray I dont come back black (Awe sh*t!)
[Verse 3]
We are all sisters and brothers
But ghosts only come in one color
Now that Im white I have to admit
Being white is the f*cking sh*t (WOO!)
[Chorus 3]
Everyone I meet is so polite
I really f*cking love being white
I dont care if you call me r*cist
Being white is the f*cking greatest
[End Outro]
Oh f*ck yeah Being Wh*te Is The Greatest (1968)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/sj7HXcaLrYQ/mqdefault.jpg)



![Dont Test Me Witch (1994)
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Theme song from the never released 1994 animated film The Nightmare Before Pimpmas.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
All you do is trick trick trick
But youre never treating (can you hear me!)
Get your ass back in the streets
And trick me some treats
[Turnaround]
Dont test me witch
(Dont test me witch)
[Verse 2]
My pimp hand is strong
And my patience is thin (so thin)
Quit all your witchen,
Get back in the kitchen (Im hungry)
[Turnaround]
Dont test me witch
(Dont test me witch)
[Chorus]
Do not test me witch
I will use my fist
I will smack your lip
I will bust your sh*t
[Bridge]
Talk back one more time (just one more time)
And this will be the scene of a crime
[Turnaround]
Try me witch, I dare you
(Double dare you witch)
[Verse 3]
My pimp hand is strong
And my patience is thin (so thin)
Quit all your witchen
Get back in the kitchen (Im hungry)
[Turnaround]
Dont test me witch
(Dont test me witch)
[Chorus]
Do not test me witch
I will use my fist
I will smack your lip
I will bust your sh*t
[End]
Try me witch, I dare you
(Double dare you witch) Dont Test Me Witch (1994)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/u06AeYrArlc/mqdefault.jpg)
![Taste The CRUNCH (1984)
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Never released 80s funk pop single by Spud MacKenzie. This song was intended to be used as a jingle in a string of snack commercials for the Frito-Lay food company. Lays planned to release new crunchy peanut butter flavored chips called The CRUNCH, but the snack was swiftly banned by the FDA after a small test run of the product kept knocking peoples teeth out. The 1938 Food, Drug, and Cosmetic Act (FDCA) prohibits the sale of confectionery products that contain a non-nutritive object that is partially or totally contained within the food. After testing the product, the FDA determined The CRUNCH in violation of the 1938 act because it was quote way too f*cking crunchy.
Lyrics
[Intro Music]
Ooh yeah
Are you hungry b*tch?
Its snack time
[Verse 1]
These chips are way f*cking better than the others
Theyre flavored with extra crunchy peanut butter
They got the taste that your b*tch a** just cant resist
And every bag comes with my f*cking fist (eat this!)
[Chorus 1]
You need to taste the crunch (oh yeah)
You need a snack to munch (eat this!)
I dont care if its too early for lunch
Taste the f*cking crunch (taste the crunch!)
[Verse 2]
The crunch is too much for small children and seniors
Getting caught with these chips is a misdemeanor
The first snack food to be banned by the FDA
Cause the crunch can knock the teeth right out of your face
[Chorus 2]
Youre gonna taste the crunch (oh yeah)
You need a snack to munch (eat this!)
I dont care if its too early for lunch
Taste the f*cking crunch (taste the crunch!)
Taste it b*tch!
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
The back of the bag says Warning! Extra crunch!
May be deadly if youre allergic to peanuts
Ill bet all my money you cant eat just one chip
After you taste the mother f*cking crunch
B*tch!
[Chorus 3]
You need to taste the crunch (oh yeah)
You need a snack to munch (eat this!)
I dont care if its too early for lunch
Taste the f*cking crunch (taste the crunch!)
[Chorus 4]
Youre gonna taste the crunch (oh yeah)
You need a snack to munch (eat this!)
I dont care if its too early for lunch
Taste the f*cking crunch (taste the crunch!) Taste The CRUNCH (1984)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/u7TsW4zsKvo/mqdefault.jpg)