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Never released funk single written and performed by Orange Julius Winnfield for the 1994 movie Pulp Fiction soundtrack.
Never released funk single written and performed by Orange Julius Winnfield for the 1994 movie Pulp Fiction soundtrack.
![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)


![Im STILL Whooping That A** (1969)
#classicvinyl #strictlyvinyl #vinyl #vinylrip #nostalgia #music #obscurerecords #obscurevinyl
You thought I Whoop That A** was over? This a** whooping session went on so long it wouldnt fit on only one side of this hit record. You forget to flip the record and listen to the B side.
Soul group known as the The Line Steppers were known for habitually fighting with everyone including each other. So much so that both sides of their hit single 45 record I Whoop That A** come from the same infamous studio session that ended in a whooping stick brawl. Similar to how James Brown was known for calling out the song changes in real time and fining band members for missing their parts, The Line Steppers band leader Charlie Murphy was known for whooping his musicians a**es if they messed up.
[Verse]
Im still whoopin
All throughout the town
Gonna let them know
I dont f*** around
I whoop that a**
Until its all shitty
Spank that a**
Like you owe me three fitty
No I aint playing
Im here to whoop a**
Whoop that a**
No time for lunch break
Im the one who brings you pain in the night
Ill whoop that a** till the morning light
[Verse 2]
Already told you I do not play
Ill beat that a** every single day
I whoop that a**
Up and down the block
Spank that a**
Til they call the cops Im STILL Whooping That A** (1969)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/dmPv_6BdPCc/mqdefault.jpg)
![Thou Shalt Not Test Me B*tch (1524)
#obscurevinyl #obscurerecords #strictlyvinyl #vinyl #vinylrip #nostalgia #music #classicvinyl #bardcore #tavernwave #neomedievalmusic
Hark, fair ladies and gentlefolk, gather ye near and hear a song from yesteryear. I present ye an hit single written and performed by Sir Bartholomew Jackson.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
All thou dost is talk talk talk
But thou never listen (can ye hear me!)
Get thine a** back in the kitchen
And make me some chicken
[Turnaround]
Dont test me b*tch
(Dont test me b*tch)
[Verse 2]
My pimp hand is strong
And my patience is thin (so thin)
Quit all thy b*tchen,
Get back in the kitchen (Im hungry)
[Turnaround]
Dont test me b*tch
(Dont test me b*tch)
[Chorus]
Thou shalt not test me b*tch
I will use my fist
I will smack thy lip
I will bust thy sh*t
[Bridge]
Talk back one more time (just one more time)
And this will be the scene of a crime
[Turnaround]
Try me b*tch, I dare thee
(Double dare thee b*tch)
[Verse 3]
My pimp hand is strong
And my patience is thin (so thin)
Quit all thy b*tchen
Get back in the kitchen (Im hungry)
[Turnaround]
Dont test me b*tch
(Dont test me b*tch)
[Chorus]
Thou shalt not test me b*tch
I will use my fist
I will smack thy lip
I will bust thy sh*t
[Turnaround]
Dont test me b*tch
(Dont test me b*tch)
[Chorus]
Thou shalt not test me b*tch
I will use my fist
I will smack thy lip
I will bust thy sh*t
[Outro End]
Try me b*tch, I dare thee Thou Shalt Not Test Me B*tch (1524)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/e0l_1_u3Z7M/mqdefault.jpg)

![Dont F*** With Me (1965)
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Strong Leg Larry Jefferson was a highly successful soul singer and ruthless strong arm record deal negotiator. Larry was notorious for cutting out all the bull sh*t talk by putting his money and his foot where your mouth is. Larry would walk into the conference room, tell everyone to shut up, then play this record full blast as he kicked the sh*t out of everyone in the room until they cut him a fair deal.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My temper is short
My patience is thin
I aint got time
For this bull sh*t again
[Chorus 1]
N*gro please (please please)
N*gro please (please please)
Dont fuck with me (dont f*ck with me)
N*gro please
[Verse 2]
Youre playing with fire
Youre pushing your luck
Say that one more time
I will f*ck you up
[Chorus 2]
N*gro please (please please)
N*gro please (please please)
Dont f*ck with me (dont f*ck with me)
N*gro please
[Bridge]
Quit all your b*tching (please shut up)
Stop complaining (shut the f*ck up)
Or I will beat you (beat that a**)
Beyond explaining (what happened?)
[Verse 3]
My temper is short
My patience is thin
I aint got time
For this bull sh*t again
[Chorus 3]
N*gro please (please please)
N*gro please (please please)
Dont f*ck with me (dont f*ck with me)
N*gro please
Oh no Dont F*** With Me (1965)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/e8pR7ASGAMs/mqdefault.jpg)
![Up on the Rooftop (1992)
Extremery rare Korean version of the horiday crassic Up On The Housetop written and performed by Kim Yoon-ju & Park Se-jin.
RYRICS
[Intro]
(Ho, ho, ho)
(Ho, ho, ho)
(Up on the rooftop)
(Ho, ho, ho)
[Verse 1]
Up on the rooftop, of my shop
With some shotguns and my glock
Blast from my rifle with lots of noise
Aim for your little nuts, shoot your groin
[Chorus]
(Ho Lee F***) Oh, Wi Tu Lo?
(Bang Ding Ow) Wi Tu Lo?
Up on the rooftop, click, click, click
Down through the crosshair I shoot your d***
[Verse 2]
We have a stocking of shotgun shells
I will send you, straight to hell
Dont take long hurry up and buy
I watch you steal with my slanty eyes
[Chorus]
(Ho Lee F***) Wi Tu Lo?
(Bang Ding POW!) Wi Tu Lo?
Up on the rooftop, clack, clack, clack
Down through the crosshairs I shoot your a**
[Verse 3]
Look down the barrel at looter Bill
Oh, just see what a glorious kill
I cock the hammer and shoot your c***
I dont let no n***** try to loot my shop
[Chorus]
(Ho Lee F***) Oh, Wi Tu Lo?
(Bang Ding Ow) Wi Tu Lo?
Up on the rooftop, click, click, click
Down through the crosshair I shoot your d***
[Chorus]
Ho Lee F***, Wi Tu Lo?
Bang Ding POW!, Wi Tu Lo?
Up on the rooftop, click, click, click
Down through the crosshairs I shoot your d***
Down through the crosshairs I shoot your d*** Up on the Rooftop (1992)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ewpYTn_DB1M/mqdefault.jpg)
