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While incarcerated, Harold is taught fighting tecniques by his cellmate. While being interrogated, evidence is brought to light that clears his name. He learns the indentity of the Obsessed 24 Fan, and once released, begins his plot for revenge.
While incarcerated, Harold is taught fighting tecniques by his cellmate. While being interrogated, evidence is brought to light that clears his name. He learns the indentity of the Obsessed 24 Fan, and once released, begins his plot for revenge.
![Anti-Poopy Pills (A Song of Gratitude)
Some scatological humor -presented LEGO style- based on a problem we all can relate to. The whole thing started from a conversation where we were all thinking up things we wished existed. One person commented, Anti-diarrhea medication that worked in 5 minutes or less . Then we tried to think of names that would be passable, but elicit giggles from the cashiers, and Anti-Poopy Pills was one of them.
After I wrote the lyrics, I was having trouble composing music. Everything sounded like Rush, Metallica, etc. I didnt think my progressive rock/metal comfort zone was going to get the right vibe, so I ran it through Suno and tried various genres. Ska, to my surprise, hit just right. It sounds upbeat and happy. Turning the immature (but relatable) humor into a fun, bouncy song.
I woke up this morning with a rumble in my gut,
A feeling so familiar, yeah, it’s anything but fun.
I ran to the bathroom, faster than a racecar,
But then I saw salvation shining like a star.
Oh, my savior in a little white case,
You stop the storm, slow the race.
With you in my hand, I know I’ll survive,
You’re the reason I’m still alive!
Anti-poopy pills, you’re my rock and my thrill,
You take the chaos, and make it stand still!
When the world feels shaky, and I start to spill,
I pop you in, and I’m grateful still.
Oh, anti-poopy pills, you’re my hero today,
You keep the bathroom panic far, far away!
I used to fear every questionable bite,
Buffet lines always gave me fright.
But now I’m brave, I face the feast,
With you in my pocket, the panic has ceased!
Oh, my tiny capsule of relief,
You take away my lunchtime grief.
I eat what I want, I no longer dread,
Thanks to you, my trips are more... widespread.
Anti-poopy pills, you’re my rock and my thrill,
You take the chaos and make it stand still!
When the world feels shaky, and I start to spill,
I pop you in, and I’m grateful still.
Oh, anti-poopy pills, you’re my hero today,
You keep the bathroom panic far, far away!
No more holding my breath, no more bathroom dash,
You turn that tidal wave into a calm splash.
I bow to your power, your magical skill,
The world owes you everything, anti-poopy pill!
Anti-poopy pills, you’re my rock and my thrill,
You take the chaos, make it stand still!
When the world feels shaky, and I start to spill,
I pop you in, and I’m grateful still.
Oh, anti-poopy pills, you’re my hero today,
You keep the bathroom panic far, far away!
[Outro]
So here’s to you, my digestive knight,
For keeping my day (and my pants) alright.
Anti poopy pills, you’re more than just a friend,
With you by my side, the panic will end! Anti-Poopy Pills (A Song of Gratitude)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/QKNGDnPuFZU/mqdefault.jpg)









![Wah-Cha My Honk!
I took the lyrics from https://youtu.be/4pdQnZLEWNo?si=Ytvc6T3sSOH7ZU_s I thought it would be fun to run them through Suno and try to get that 80s Sunset Strip Glam Metal sound. Dang if it didnt spit out something catchy!
Lyrics (all credit to @tubbabee and their Kickstart My Heart Misheard Lyrics video)
Yeahhhhhh!
[Verse]
When I get high
almost peed
Trash-filled fruity call,
tubba bee
My honk
Wah-CHA!
(Wah-cha my honk)
[Verse]
Now I got the cops
Helen me
Big mac
one-oh-three
And my honk!
Hi-ya!
(wah-cha my honk)
[Chorus]
Whoo! Freddies gas
Hoo, read it now
(whoa. yeah)
Keemastar meeha
Ham hit a dog
(whoa. yeah)
Maynard yeaaaahhhhhhh
[Verse]
Keems kama ha
Eat a dot
Tell em bout the nuget
air-oh-plane
Dig it with a buddy
Outerspace
To my honk
Yee-haw!
[Verse]
Shamone
in my high
Booty call
is not a good time
And my honk
awah-kah! Yeahhhhhh!
[Chorus]
Whoo! Freddies gas
Hoo, read it now
(whoa. yeah)
Keemastar meeha
Ham hit a dog
(whoa. yeah)
Maynard yeaaaahhhhhhh
[Guitar Solo]
[Bridge]
Lemonade
Pee on the stage
Twiddle litte roses in my beach
And I shot wish stair
Shamaha
Never shop
I gott stabbed
Billy old
Achoo
whaaaaaaaa!
[Chorus]
Whoo! Freddies gas
Hoo, read it now
(whoa. yeah)
Keemastar meeha
Ham hit a dog
(whoa. yeah)
Maynard yeaaaahhhhhhh
Poopy butt
Round the house Wah-Cha My Honk!](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/X3bf3RIkJmM/mqdefault.jpg)