I nonetheless find the lyrics to be quite entertaining:
(Damn, this is some funky shit I be laying down on your ass.) This one goes out to all my homies working in the field of evolutionary science. (Check it.)
Fuck the damn creationists, those bunch of dumbass bitches. Every time I think of them my greater finger itches. They want to have their bullshit taught in public classes; Stephen Jay Gould should put his foot right up their asses.
Noah and his ark, Adam and his Eve, Straight-up fairy stories even children don't believe. I'm not saying there's no God--that's not for me to say; All I'm saying is that the Earth was not made in a day.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck the creationists (X2) (Break it down.)
(Aw damn, this is a funky jam. I'm about ready to kick this bitch back in. Check it.)
[Chorus:] Fuck the damn creationists, I say it with authority, Because kicking their punk asses is my paramount prioirty. Them whack-ass bitches say evolution's just a theory. They best step off, them brainless fools, I'll give 'em cause to fear me.
The cosmos is expanding every second, every day, But their minds are shrinking as they close their eyes and pray. They call their bullshit science like the words will give them cred'. If them bitches be scientists then cap me in the head.
[Chorus] (Bass!)
(Bring that shit in.)
Aw yeah, that's right, fuck them all, motherfuckers. Fucking creationists, trying to set scientific thought back four hundred years. Fuck that. If those superstitious motherfuckers want to have that kind of party, I'm going to put my dick in their mashed potatoes.
Fucking creationists. Fuck them.
(I find the idea of Sir Hawking putting his dick in Phillip Johnson's mashed potatoes to be quite amusing.)
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Date: 2005-10-04 08:43 pm (UTC)As someone who has decided on a career in science, I take great pleasure in burning down creationism.
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Date: 2005-10-04 08:47 pm (UTC)But I totally understand his sentiments, even if I don't know the specific song.
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Date: 2005-10-04 09:09 pm (UTC)(Damn, this is some funky shit I be laying down on your ass.)
This one goes out to all my homies working in the field of evolutionary science.
(Check it.)
Fuck the damn creationists, those bunch of dumbass bitches.
Every time I think of them my greater finger itches.
They want to have their bullshit taught in public classes;
Stephen Jay Gould should put his foot right up their asses.
Noah and his ark, Adam and his Eve,
Straight-up fairy stories even children don't believe.
I'm not saying there's no God--that's not for me to say;
All I'm saying is that the Earth was not made in a day.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck the creationists (X2)
(Break it down.)
(Aw damn, this is a funky jam. I'm about ready to kick this bitch back in.
Check it.)
[Chorus:]
Fuck the damn creationists, I say it with authority,
Because kicking their punk asses is my paramount prioirty.
Them whack-ass bitches say evolution's just a theory.
They best step off, them brainless fools, I'll give 'em cause to fear me.
The cosmos is expanding every second, every day,
But their minds are shrinking as they close their eyes and pray.
They call their bullshit science like the words will give them cred'.
If them bitches be scientists then cap me in the head.
[Chorus]
(Bass!)
(Bring that shit in.)
Aw yeah, that's right, fuck them all, motherfuckers.
Fucking creationists, trying to set scientific thought back four hundred years.
Fuck that.
If those superstitious motherfuckers want to have that kind of party,
I'm going to put my dick in their mashed potatoes.
Fucking creationists. Fuck them.
(I find the idea of Sir Hawking putting his dick in Phillip Johnson's mashed potatoes to be quite amusing.)
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Date: 2005-10-04 09:11 pm (UTC)(minor point of correction)
Date: 2005-10-05 01:56 am (UTC)