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Rare vinyl copy of the extremely funky jazz number "Quack" from the 1979 album "A Dove Supreme" performed by Hen Hunters, featuring Chirpie Hencock and Chick Corea trading solos on piano and electric piano.
Rare vinyl copy of the extremely funky jazz number "Quack" from the 1979 album "A Dove Supreme" performed by Hen Hunters, featuring Chirpie Hencock and Chick Corea trading solos on piano and electric piano.
![Super Hand VS Blacula (1982)
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This funk single by Stan Lee Hooker is said to be based on real events Stan witnessed during one Halloween with fellow singer and musician Cornelius Backhand Jackson.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It was around the time of Halloween
When Super Hand saw sh*t hes never seen
He watched a b*tch climb out of a coffin
She was talking backwards instead of back talking
He noticed the b*tchs neck was bleeding
Then she started crawling on the ceiling
After he was slapped by a floating spatula
He knew his b*tch got bit by Blackula
Super Hand axed where to find the guy
No ones allowed to bite the merchandise
They say that castle is where Blackula sleeps
Just follow the sound of the smoke alarm beeps
[Chorus 1]
(Oh f*ck yeah) The pimp named Super Hand
He was one bad a** mother f*cker
(Oh sh*t yeah) The pimp named Super Hand
That brother was a vampire hunter
[Verse 2]
Super Hand went to Blackulas house
He yelled better bring your b*tch a** out
You got one of my b*tches knocked up
Shes expecting a bat boy in nine months
Come out that casket and get your a** kicked
Just then Blackula came out the bathroom
He held up a job application like a cross
It stunned them both but quickly wore off
Super Hand smashed the roof to burn him with light
But he was too black to burn like Wesley Snipes
Then his hand got bit by Blackula
But Super Hand laughed and said call me Smackula
[Chorus 2]
(Oh f*ck yeah) The pimp named Super Hand
He was one bad a** mother f*cker
(Oh sh*t yeah) The pimp named Super Hand
That brother was a vampire hunter
[Chorus 3]
(Oh f*ck yeah) The pimp named Super Hand
Better run you evil blood suckers
(Oh sh*t yeah) The pimp named Super Hand
That brother was a vampire hunter
[Outro End]
Oh f*ck sh*t b*tch, mother f*cker yeah Super Hand VS Blacula (1982)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/a8ZW8fh_iTM/mqdefault.jpg)



![Mother (1994)
Rare copy of the 1994 mothers day re-release of the 1988 classic Mother by Danzig.
LYRICS
[Verse 1]
Mother
Tell your children not to burn the ham
Tell your children not to wreck your plans
What they broke, what they spilled mother
Mother
Can you keep them from the cake tonight?
Can you hide the keys to daddy’s ride?
Oh mother
Father
Gonna take our daughter out tonight
Gonna leave you my world
Oh father
[Chorus]
Not about to cook tonight
But if you wanna spend the day with mom
She can show you what its like
Til youre screaming
Not about to clean tonight
And if you wanna spend the day with mom
She can show you what its
[Verse 2]
Mother
Tell your children not to call my phone
Tell your children leave the couch alone
Oh mother
Father
Do you wanna build shelves with me?
Do you wanna grill everything?
Oh father
[Chorus]
Not about to cook tonight
But if you wanna spend the day with mom
She can show you what its like
Til youre screaming
Not about to clean tonight
And if you wanna spend the day with mom
She can show you what its
Like!
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
Not about to cook tonight
But if you wanna spend the day with mom
She can show you what its like
Til youre screaming
Not about to clean tonight
And if you wanna spend the day with mom
She can show you what its like
Woah
Mother Mother (1994)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/bgnQSOoZVb4/mqdefault.jpg)



![Refugees (1979)
Extremely rare demo recording of obscure late 70s rock single Refugees written and performed by John Trivial. Many people have speculated John was actually Tom Petty using a writers name, while others have claimed John and Tom were good friends and fellow song writing partners.
LYRICS
[Verse 1]
We got problems, we both know it, they dont talk too much about it
Aint no real big secret, build a wall, somehow they get around it
[Pre-Chorus]
Listen, I dont want these people round me
Go retrieve who you want to retrieve
[Chorus]
You dont, have, to live with these refugees
(Dont have to live with these refugees)
You dont, have, to live with these refugees
(Dont have to live with these refugees)
[Verse 2]
Somewhere, somehow, somebody needs to kick out the brown ones
Tell me why you want them to stay, while you live in the Hamptons
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, they jam up the system for me
Everybodys got to pay for their fees
[Chorus]
You dont, have, to live with these refugees
(Dont have to live with these refugees)
You dont, have, to live with these refugees
(Dont have to live with these refugees)
[Bridge]
Baby we came here first
These people need to go before they make things worse
When this s..t gets real for you
Theyll lie to your face and tell you that it aint true
[Verse 3]
Somewhere, somehow, somebody needs to round up the bad ones
Who knows, maybe they get kidnapped, tied up, taken away or held for ransom
[Pre-Chorus]
Listen, they dont really matter to me
Everybody cant take our s..t for free
[Chorus]
You dont, have, to live with these refugees
(Dont have to live with these refugees)
You dont, have, to live with these refugees
(Dont have to live with these refugees) Refugees (1979)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/bxRp-qp_zv8/mqdefault.jpg)

![Coor Sungrasses (1977)
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You rucky big winna number one! You found super rare vinyl record Coor Sungrasses hard to see when driving at night giant b*tch. She bang, she groove, all night long baby hotdogs. We scare you with supplies dance party so big you never come back. Full price make your pants soft, washy shirty, love you longest time magazine. Turn it up all day right f*ck now! P Diddy mau! You f*ck now!
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You know it get hot take your shoes off (soy sauce)
Ill be super man you dirty b*tch (try me)
Boom its a homerun hot dog game win (f*ck yes!)
Dont stop I will f*ck your face big time (Shang high)
[Chorus]
B*tch you know I wear coor sungrasses (Ooh b*tch)
I see you at night oh f*ck yeah (f*ck yes)
They hide emotion nor damage (dirty f*ck)
I need to wear coor sungrasses (sh*t yeah)
[Verse 2]
You get hot b*tch you get so hot now (f*ck now!)
There is nothing that I cant tell you (big sh*t)
A secret place inside your a** hole (Woo! yes)
We f*ck so big you never come back (f*ck you)
[Chorus 2]
I need to wear some coor sungrasses (Ooh b*tch)
I f*ck you at night oh f*ck yeah (f*ck yes)
We gonna bang right f*ck now oh yes (dirty b*tch)
I need to wear coor sungrasses (f*ck yeah)
[Bridge]
Sum ting wong Im gonna come so soon (oh! ohhh!)
Hurry up and run no diddy mau Oh! (diddy!)
Your chest is sticky I want those t*ts (big t*ts!)
My d*ck will explode in your hands (oh sh*t)
[Verse 3]
My hot a** give your fortune cookie (ooh b*tch)
You big winna big d*ck ho ree f*ck (sh*t yeah)
Dumb b*tch order the kung-fu chicken (dumb b*tch!)
Yes I show you how to wok your dog (eat dog)
[Chorus 3]
I need to wear some coor sungrasses (sh*t b*tch)
Your face can f*ck all night ooh yeah yeah (fried rice!)
Sticky b*tch extra sweaty a** hole (sweet t*ts!)
I need to wear some coor sungrasses (f*ck yeah!)
[Chorus 4]
I need to wear some coor sungrasses (f*ck yeah)
I need to wear some coor sungrasses (f*ck yes)
Oh f*ck yes b*tch yeah I rike that sh*t (yes b*tch)
You wax my d*ck off with t*ts so big (so big!) Coor Sungrasses (1977)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/cu8PsUKGDjk/mqdefault.jpg)