My Gift To You: 

Laying by my precious
Not long ago
Hiding behind the shadows
Of your broken soul
Why is it always you and something you can never have?
Why did you you try to tell me?
How could you be this way

Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Your racing through my vains
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Like orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I guess your life is dead
Can't you feel the pain

There you are my precious
With your broken soul
Forever my crotch Take control
Why is it
You [bad word] up something you have always had
Why'd you try to tell me
How could you be so cold?

Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Your racing through my vains
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Like orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I guess your life is dead
Can't you feel the pain

Here I am, just a man
Feeling the pain, gives me life
Relieving us is my plan
I'd anything to see through your eyes
Just to see through your lies

I hate you, Can you feel the pain?

Can't you feel the pain?

I hate you, Can you feel the pain?

Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Your racing through my vains
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Like orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I guess your life is dead
Can't you feel the pain

Earache My Eye:

Cheech Marin:
Dun nun nun, dun nun nun, DUN DUN DUN!

Orale!

My mama's talkin' to me,
try to tell me how to live,
but I don't listen to her
'cause my head is like a sieve.

My daddy, he disowned me
'cause I wear my sisters clothes.
He caught me in the bathroom
with a pair of pantyhose.

My basketball coach,
he done kick me off the team.
For wearing high heel sneakers
and acting like a queen.

Gonna tie my [bad word] to a tree, to a tree.
Gonna tie my [bad word] to a tree.

Fieldy:
Gonna tie his [bad word] to a tree.

Get your boogie on.

Go Head.

Cheech Marin:
The earth [bad word] to an end
and I don't even care.
As long as I have my [bad word] 
oh and my fly gear.

It don't bother me,
if people think I'm funny.
'Cause I'm a big rock star,
and I'm makin' lots of money!

Money! Money! Money! Money!

Fieldy:
Are you talking pesos?

Cheech Marin:
Money, ka-ching! Ka-ching!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Lots of money. (x3)
I'm so bloody rich!
Lots of money.
Lots of [bad word]  money.
I get rich.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

I own shopping centers, and parking lots,
and stars, and all that [bad word] 

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

I own you! Ha! You too! You three!
For me, hee hee, hoh hoh.

Fieldy:
Groove on.
Let's bring it back one more time, Jonathan.
Jonathan on them [bad word]  getting ever slower.
More groovin', slow that [bad word] down crazy [bad word] on. Death. Right here. Slow. Ah!
Don't give a [bad word]  break it out.
You even know Boy George is on heroin.
We don't give a [bad word] 
Rick James is in the crack house.
I'm [bad word]  paying, that's all that matters.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ahh, ha, ha, ha!

The bomb is a [bad word] in the house!
Loco! Ooooh ahhh oooo!
Gimme some!

Cheech Marin:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!