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My Hash
These chicks don’t even know the name of my hash.
But they’re all on me like they really gon’ smash.
Cause once I *un they know that I’ll be the man.
All because I’m the FRB of my hash.
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Story of a Hare
This is the story of hare,
Who laid a trail and fucked the whole pack.
And while [he or she] gives us beer and naughty checks,
I absolutely hate [him or her],
When [he or she] hares.
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Goodbye
I will leave my happi at the trail,
I won’t sing a note,
They’ve all been sung before, you know.
So why don’t we just lay our marks,
Like we’re not scared of what the shiggy has,
Or scared of finding Y-B-F.
Look, don’t get me wrong,
I know there is no shitty trail.
All I ask is,
If this is my last hash with you,
Searching like we’re more than just friends.
Give me a hash note I can use.
Lead me with your chalk while we do,
What hashers do,
It matters how we zen.
What if I never hash again?
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Eye of the Hasher
Checked the marks; Went through shiggy,
Did my time, found the powder.
Found a bad trail, but I’m not gonna stop.
Just a man and his need for on-on!
So many times I’m *unning too fast,
You change your passion for down-downs.
Don’t lose traditions from the hash of the past,
You must *un just to keep them alive.
It’s the eye of the hasher,
It’s the thrill of the search.
Rising up to the challenge of the patches,
And the last F-R-B stalks the pack in full-moon,
And he’s watching us all with the,
Eeeeyyyye. Of the hasher.
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Part of this hash ***(under construction)***
Look at this stuff,
Isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think her collection’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think she’s a Harriet,
The Harriet who has everything?
Look at this trove,
Butt Plugs untold,
How many wonders can one anus hold?
Lookin’ around here you’d think,
(Sure) she fucks everything.
She’s got gag balls and chokers aplenty,
She’s got dildos and butt plugs galore.
(You want slob on your knob?
She’s got plenty.)
But who cares?
No big deal,
I want more.
I want to be where the shiggy is,
I want to see,
want to see ‘some rashes’.
Walkin’ around on those,
(Whad’ya call ’em?) oh – feet.
Flippin’ your fins you don’t get too far,
Legs are required for jumpin’, dancin’.
Strollin’ along down a,
(What’s that word again?) street.
Up where they walk,
Up where they run,
Up where they stay all day in the sun.
Wanderin’ free,
Wish I could be,
Part of that world.
What would I give,
If I could live,
Outta these waters?
What would I pay,
To spend a day,
Warm on the sand?
Betcha on land,
They understand,
Bet they don’t reprimand their daughters.
Bright young women,
Sick o’ swimmin’,
Ready to stand.
And ready to know what the people know,
Ask ’em my questions,
And get some answers.
What’s a fire and why does it,
(What’s the word?) burn?
When’s it my turn?
Wouldn’t I love,
Love to explore that shore above?
Out of the sea,
Wish I could be,
Part of that world.
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Cups (When I’m Gone)
I got my kennel on the long way ’round,
A peril ‘a shiggy on the way,
And I sure would like some sweet company,
And it’s hashing nirvana, wha-do-ya say?
Chorus:
When I’m gone,
When I’m gone,
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone,
You’re gonna miss me as the hare,
You’re gonna miss me everywhere, oh,
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone!
Chorus
I’ve got my kennel on the long way ’round,
The one with the shittiest of booze,
It’s got song checks, it’s got arrows, it’s got marks to give you harrows,
But it sure would be shittier with you.
When I’m gone,
When I’m gone,
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone,
You’re gonna miss me by my chalk,
You’re gonna miss me by my walk, oh,
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone!
Chorus
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Nobody Does it Better
(with right arm extended singing to hand)
Nobody does it better,
Makes me feel sad for the rest,
Oh right hand,
Baby you’re the best!
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A spoonful of Jism
Just a spoonful of Jism helps the harriettes go down,
Helps the harriettes go down.
Just a spoonful of Jism helps the harriettes go down,
In the most delightful ways!
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Boobies
B-U-B-B-I-E-S Boobies.
B-U-B-B-I-E-S Boobies.
A’s and B’s and C’s and D’s,
I like them between my knees.
B-U-B-B-I-E-S boobies!
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Little brown mouse
Well liquor was spilled on the bar room floor, and the bar was closed for the night.
And out from his whole came the little brown mouse, and he sat in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the liquor off the bar room floor, and back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar!!!!
Bring out the goddamn cat!
Well out came the cat and they had a little spat, and the cat ate up the little brown mouse.
Chop! chop!
And the moral of the story is!!!!
Don’t drink liquor on the house,
If you’re a mouse,
Hey hey hey