My,.....that's attractive.
Posted on 10/15/2009 6:06:18 AM PDT by SoFloFreeper
Tuesday NFL owners voted to approve Black Eye Peas songstress, Fergie, as the newest celebrity investor for the Miami Dolphins.
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This person is welcome in the NFL...but Rush is not.
NFL can suck it.
And Keith Olberman is allowed to be an NFL analyst on Sundays after a full week of bashing conservative women.
send the video to NFL commish for comment....or FOX....OR ESPN.....
Lovely Lady Humps is fine
Lies can get you banned
Calling a woman abag of mashed up meat with lipstick is fine for an NFL “analyst” apparently
My,.....that's attractive.
charming.
If the Senate can allow in Al Franken, the NFL can allow Rush Limbaugh in. I’m sure theyd have no problem accepting a Saudi prince’s money if it was offered.
I can easily STOP watching the NFL.
Easy.
?
..and you thought Jim Morrison was messed-up!
BLACK EYED PEAS LYRICS - including Fergie
2007
“My Humps”
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out)
I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’ fly
Brother I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion’s,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.
My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love),
My hump, my hump, my hump (love),
My humps they got you,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).
My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)
I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let’s spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My lovin’ got you,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha) [x4]
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.
[Will.i.am]
So real [x17]
Let’s Get Retarded Lyrics
Black Eyed Peas - including Fergie
Let’s get retarded in here
And the bass keeps running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And-
In this context there’s no disrespect
So when I bust my rhyme you break your necks
We got 5 minutes for us to disconnect
From all intellect and the let rhythm effect
To lose the inhibition, follow your intuition
Free your inner soul and break away from tradition
Cause when we beat out, girl it’s pulling without
You wouldn’t believe how we wil’ shit out!
Burn it til it’s burned out
Turn it til it’s turned out
Actin’ up from north ,west, east, south
Everybody! (Yeah?)
Everybody! (Yeah?)
Let’s get into it! (Yeah!)
Get stupid(Come on!)
Get retarded! (Come on!)
Get retarded! (Yeah!)
Get retarded!
Let’s get retarded ha!
Let’s get retarded in here!
Let’s get retarded ha!
Let’s get retarded in here!
Let’s get retarded ha!
Let’s get retarded in here!
Let’s get retarded ha!
Let’s get retarded in here!
Yea
Lose control of body and soul
Don’t move too fast people just take it slow
Don’t get ahead
Just jump into it
Y’all hear about it the Peas’ll do it
Get started
Get stupid
Don’t worry about it people we’ll walk you through it
Step by step like an infant, new kid
Inch by inch with a new solution
Transmit hits with no delusion
The feeling’s irresistible and that’s how we move it
Everybody! (Yeah?)
Everybody! (Yeah?)
Let’s get into it! (Yeah!)
Get stupid (Come on!)
Get retarded! (Come on!)
Get retarded! (Yeah!)
Get retarded!
Let’s get retarded ha!
Let’s get retarded in here!
Let’s get retarded ha!
Let’s get retarded in here!
Let’s get retarded ha!
Let’s get retarded in here!
Let’s get retarded ha!
Let’s get retarded in here!
It keeps running, running
and running, running
Come on y’all
Let’s get cuckoo
Uh-huh, let’s get cuckoo
(In here.)Eh eh
Why not get cuckoo
Uh-huh, let’s get cuckoo
(In here.)
Why not get cuckoo
Uh-huh, let’s get cuckoo
(In here.)
Oh, oh, oh
Ya ya ya ya
ya ya ya ya
ya ya ya ya
ya ya ya Ya
Let’s get ill that’s the deal
Out the gate, we will bring a punked Eye thrill (Just)
Lose your mind this is the time
Y’all can’t sit still just to bang your spine (Just)
)))))))))))))Bob your head, like Epilepsy ((((((((((((((((((((((
Up inside your club or in your Bentley
Get messy
Loud and sick
Your mind past normal on another head trip
So, come dumb now do not correct it
Let’s get ignant
Let’s get hectic
Everybody! (Yeah?)
Everybody! (Yeah?)
Let’s get into it! (Yeah!)
Get stupid (Come on!)
Get retarded! (Come on!)
Get retarded! (Yeah!)
Get retarded!
Let’s get retarded ha!
Let’s get retarded in here!
Let’s get retarded ha!
Let’s get retarded in here!
Let’s get retarded ha! (R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D)
Let’s get retarded in here!
Let’s get retarded ha!
Let’s get retarded in here!
(R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D)
Running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running
And running, running
Such creativity! It makes me want to puke.
Yeah, we'll show them. We'll start going to church on Sunday!
Pees pants on stage, for millions to see?
This poor woman has just realized by greatest childhood fear!!!
All I heard yesterday was Limbaugh was turned down because the NFL wanted to maintain it`s “pure, wholesome” image. Yeah, right. Apparently they consider pissing oneself in the pants is pure and wholesome. Jim Morrison of The Doors once took a dump on stage in front of an audience. If he was still alive, no doubt the NFL would be eager to have him buy into a team.
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