Steel Panther – “Heavy Metal Rules” Tony Musicali 27 Settembre 2019 Album, Musica Straniera, Rock * 546STEEL PANTHER, la band californiana a più alto tasso si sostenistrici femminili, è fuori con il suo quinto lavoro discografico. Oggi 27 settembre, il filantropico quartetto composto da Michael Starr, Satchel, Lexxi Foxx e Stix Zadinia, ha pubblicato il quinto album in studio dal titolo “Heavy Metal Rules”. Il disco è stato anticipato dal singolo “All I Wanna Do Is Fuck (Myself Tonight)”, accompagnato dal videoclip girato a Las Vegas con la presenza di numerose celebrità della musica, della commedia, di YouTube e altro ancora. ACQUISTA HEAVY METAL RULES “HEAVY METAL RULES” – TrackList e Cover 01. Zebraman - Testo (Lyrics) [Inteviewer]What’s your philosophy on life? [Zebraman]Oh it’s meIt’s sucks shit!Heavy metal rules, heavy metal rulesAll that punk shit sucks, it doesn’t belong in this world. It belongs on fuckin’ mars, man. What the hell is punk shit?And Madonna can go to hell as far as I’m concerned, she’s a dickI mean seriously, heavy metal definitely rulesTwisted Sister, Judas Priest, Dokken, Ozzy, Scorpions, they all rule 02. All I Wanna Do Is Fuck (Myself Tonight) - Testo (Lyrics) [Intro]Sexy [Verse 1]You lookin’ goodBut not good enoughTo take my mind off the really hot stuff If you want a hot love injectionYou have to love as good as my reflection LipstickEyelinerNo bitch around here is finerIf you really wanna get with meYou have to be as fine as I can be That’s right! [Chorus]All I wanna do is(Fuck! Fuck!)Fuck myself tonightAll I wanna do is(Fuck! Fuck!)Fuck myself ‘til the morning light All I wanna do is(Fuck! Fuck!)Fuck myself tonightAll I wanna do is(Fuck! Fuck!)I can’t resist those sexy leopard tights [Verse 2]You’re a 9 there ain’t no doubtI love your boobies and your sexy poutYou tell me you’re a virginBut I’m late for my plastic surgeon Tummy tuckLip injectionFacial peels for my complexionImplants perk up my assI wanna fuck you baby, but I have to pass ‘cause [Chorus]All I wanna do is(Fuck! Fuck!)Fuck myself tonightAll I wanna do is(Fuck! Fuck!)It turns me on when I put up a fight All I wanna do is(Fuck! Fuck!)Fuck myself tonightAll I wanna do is(Fuck! Fuck!)A full-length beard never looked so fucking right [Bridge]I can’t help rejecting the women that I dateWhen I look into my eyes I have to masturbate(Look at me bitch!) All I wanna do isFuck myself tonightFuck myself ‘til the morning lightFuck myself tonight [Chorus]All I wanna do is(Fuck! Fuck!)Fuck myself tonight (fuck myself tonight)All I wanna do is(Fuck! Fuck!)Fuck myself ‘til the morning light (‘til the morning light) All I wanna do is(Fuck! Fuck!)Fuck myself tonight (fuck myself tonight)All I wanna do is(Fuck! Fuck!)Fuck! (Fuck!)Fuck! (Fuck!)Fuck! (Fuck!)Fuck myself tonightI’m gonna fuck myself tonight 03. Let’s Get High Tonight - Testo (Lyrics) Mom and dad are out of townCall the whores it’s going downLet’s all fuck until the dawnFornicate on the neighbors lawn Let’s get high tonightLet the brain cells fry tonightBaby let’s get high Snort the coke and pass the bongCrank the new Steel Panther songI’ve got shrooms and ecstasyDon’t be shy they’re gluten free! Let’s get high tonightLet the brain frells sigh tonightBaby let’s get high Don’t worry ‘bout your parentsCuz they ain’t here tonightDon’t worry ‘bout the lawCuz there ain’t a cop in sightDon’t worry ‘bout the futureCuz all we got is nowDon’t worry ‘bout getting high as fuckCuz I’m gonna show you howI’m gonna show you howI’m gonna show you how 30 pizzas, a bottle of DomAmex card please and thank you momGirls lined up all on their kneesDon’t jizz on the sofa please Let’s get high tonightLet the brain cells fry tonightBaby let’s get high tonight 04. Always Gonna Be A Ho - Testo (Lyrics) [Verse 1]I fell in love with someone sweet and pureBut you became the world’s biggest whoreI went away for a few weeks or moreYou fucked more dudes than I fucked girls on the tourHow can it be?You got me beatI’m not the only one who loves to cheat [Chorus]Doesn’t matter what ya do or where ya goYou’re always gonna be a ho. Oh!Don’t care where ya live or who ya knowYou’re always gonna be a ho. Ohhhhh! [Verse 2]I never knew I could feel quite so sickI Kissed your mouth and tasted Satchel’s dickI ran away, went to my Grandpa’s farmI saw your name tattooed on my Grandpa’s armIs there no man you haven’t laid?Has your vagina never seen the shade? [Chorus]Doesn’t matter what ya do or where ya goYou’re always gonna be a ho. Oh!Don’t care if your Dad is Russell CroweYou’re always gonna be a ho. Ohhhhh! [Bridge]This could be our love’s biggest testBaby I don’t care if your a hoJust tell me I’m the best [Guitar Solo] [Interlude]Doesn’t matter if you’re hotDoesn’t matter if your coldDoesn’t matter if you got your vagina plated in goldDoesn’t matter if you live so long you’re covered in moldYou’re always gonna be a hoIt’s a truth, so I am told [Chorus]Doesn’t matter what ya do or where ya goYou’re always gonna be a ho. Oh!You’re always gonna rub my dick and it’s gonna growYou’re always gonna be a ho. Ohhhhh! [Outro]You’re my favorite garden toolOut in the shed behind the swimming poolYou’re a hoYou’re a fuckin’ ho 05. I'm Not Your Bitch - Testo (Lyrics) Pick up your clothes, take the trash outIs that really all that love is about?Give me a back rub, snuggle after sexThis kind of stuff will turn you into my ex Ain’t gonna do the things you want me to doYou think ”I’m the boss”? I’ve got some news for you I’m not your bitch, I’m not your bitchWhy you gotta treat me like one?I’m not your bitch, I’m not your bitchWhy you gotta ruin my fun? Start the laundry, clean all the sinksI’m in a quandary and it fucking stinksTime may be here to lay down the lawDon’t make me beat you with my Panther paw Find someone else to walk right into your trapYou’ve worn out your welcome, I’ll be taking a nap I’m not your bitch, I’m not your bitchWhy you gotta be so dumb?I’m not your bitch, I’m not your bitchI’m only here to make you cum Aw, wait for me, baby! 06. Fuck Everybody - Testo (Lyrics) YEAH … [Verse 1]Stupid fuckin’ bitch in the fast-lane almost hit my carCheckin’ her fuckin’ Snapchat on her motherfucking phoneTried to wave an officer down, he was on Instagram [Chorus]Fuck Everybody!Everybody can suck my dick! [Verse 2]Stinky fuckin’ dude on the airplane didn’t wash himselfSmelled like I was trapped inside the carcass of a whaleFlight from LA to Toronto he sat in my fuckin’ row [Chorus]Fuck Everybody!Everybody can suck my dick!Fuck Everybody!Everybody can suck my dick! [Verse 3]Stepped into some dog shitComing home last night, in my fucking drivewayAnd I donʼt even own a dogPick up after your mastiff you lazy fucking cunt [Chorus]Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!Fuck! EverbodyEverybody can suck my dick Everybody can suck my fuckin’ dickEverybody can lick my motherfuckin’ balls Fuck everybody!Everybody can suck my motherfucking dick [Guitar Solo] [Interlude]Went to my local StarbucksOrdered my usual fareDouble vanilla latte with whipped cream and cinnamon sprinklesThe dude three people behind me in lineGot his Frappuccino first Fuck everybody!Fuck everybody!Fuck everybody! [Chorus]Fuck everybody!Everybody can suck my dick!Fuck everbody!Everybody can suck my motherfuckin’ dick EVERYONE CAN SUCK MY FUCKIN’ DICK! 07. Heavy Metal Rules - Testo (Lyrics) Couldn’t make no money as a singerDidn’t seem to get too farSo I sell pot brownies and VicodinFrom the back seat of my carMovin’ back to ChicagoGonna rest my achin’ headSpotify took my last 2 centsAnd the butter for my bread Gene Simmons said itRock and roll is deadRock and roll is dead I never did it for the moneyI only did it to get laidBut I can’t buy shots for the ladiesIf there’s no way to get paidNow I can’t make money on my good looksCan’t make it on applauseSo I sell nose beers to the kiddosAnd thumb my own nose at the laws But I’m never ever gonna stop playingEven though rock and roll ain’t paying Cuz heavy metal rules, heavy metal rulesHeavy metal rules, heavy metal rulesHeavy metal rulesAnd everybody else can suck my dick Gonna make my money stealing hub capsAnd selling black tar on the streetsTaking handbags from old ladiesWhile they respond to Trumpy’s TweetsApple came to town a ringingA death knell for the bandIf I can’t make money selling recordsI’m gonna make it any way I can And I’m gonna keep on rocking your assAs long as I’m on the right side of the grass Cuz heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules (Madonna – she’s a dick!)Heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules (That punk shit belongs on Mars!)Heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules (Dokken, Van Halen, they all fucking rule!)Heavy metal rulesAnd everybody else can suck my fucking dick 08. Sneaky Little Bitch - Testo (Lyrics) Caught you with your hand in the cookie jarShoving cocks in your cookie in the back of your carYou told me it was never gonna happen againBut before you fucked my uncle and my ex best friend You gotta have the weenie, so why pretend? You’re a sneaky little bitchShoulda known it right from the startYou’re a sneaky little bitchYour intention was fucking my heartRight in the assRight in the ass Shoulda seen the signs when you came home lateNaked in a limo at a quarter to eightIn the morning said you didn’t fuck him but I think I knowThe kid we got at home has a big Afro Same color as your ex, Lemonjello You’re a sneaky little bitchI could tell by the screen on your phoneYou’re a sneaky little bitchDicks of all of the guys that you’ve boned Now I finally have a clueAnd I know what you can doBut there’s something you don’t knowI’m a sneaky fucker tooAll the anal pics you tookFor my private jacker bookI’ve been posting them tonightTo your church’s new website Caught you like a fish with a worm in your mouthTaking Peter North on a trip down southAll your friends were laughing like a bunch of cuntsSure I probably came off like a total dunce Wish that I could give you herpes more than once You’re a sneaky little bitchShoulda listened to all of my friendsYou’re a sneaky little bitchWith your sneaky texts that you sendYou’re a sneaky little bitchShoulda known it right from the startYou’re a sneaky little bitchOh a sneaky, you’re a sticky little shark 09. Gods of Pussy - Testo (Lyrics) Sometimes it’s hardWhen all the girls want to fuck youSo you fuck em onceBu they just keep coming backAnd there’s other girlsAnd your dick wants someone newBut the bitches you fucked beforeAre cock blocking you Gods of pussyGods of pussyPutting our wangsInto sweet poontangsMaking em gushIn the back of the busGods of pussyGods of pussy Sometimes it sucksTo have a cock so thick and juicyWhen the girls get a taste of itThey never want to give it upSo they suck off the drum techJust to get back stageBut we don’t want no sludge piggyWho’s covered in roadie jizz Gods of pussyGods of pussyMaking em hurtWhile we make them squirtMaking em squealMaking em feelLike leaving their husbands, oh yeahGods of pussyGods of pussyWe go to workAnd we make them twerkAfter the showFucking 17 hoesThat’s when you knowYour a god of pussy Gods of pussyGods of pussyMaking em screamMaking em creamMaking em bleedMaking em feedRight from your handYou’re in the land of the Gods of pussyGods of pussyGreasing our polesFilling their holesWe’re in a bandSo their dudes understandWe’re gods of pussyGods of pussy Gods of pussyGods of pussyGive em a slapGive em the clapThey guzzle our jizzIt is what it isWe’re gods of pussyGods of pussy! 10. I Ain’t Buying What You’re Selling - Testo (Lyrics) I don’t need a crystal ballTo tell me that I’ll beDead from liver failureJust wait around and seeDon’t need acupunctureTo rid me of my painI’ve got pharmaceuticalsAnd no plans to abstain Cuz I ain’t buying, I ain’t buying what you’re sellingCuz I ain’t buying, I ain’t buying what you’re selling I don’t need confessionTo absolve me of my sinsThey’re as much a part of meAs a fish is to his finsI don’t need the governmentOr a social safety netThat ponzi scheme will crash somedayIf it hasn’t started yet And I ain’t buying, I ain’t buying what you’re sellingAnd I ain’t buying, I ain’t buying what you’re selling If I come acrossAs if I am complainingIt’s cuz you’re pissing down my backAnd you’re telling me it’s rainingMaybe you believe the bullshitOr maybe you’re just lyingBut I ain’t buying I don’t need conspiraciesOr ufologyTo distract me from my happy lifeOf mediocrityI’ve got a labradoodleAnd I’ve got the gift of songAnd when that’s not enoughI take a ripper off my bong And I ain’t buying, I ain’t buying what you’re sellingI ain’t buying, I ain’t buying what you’re sellingI ain’t buying, I ain’t buying what you’re selling Scrivi Cancella commentoLa tua email non sarà pubblicataCommenta* Questa casella GDPR è richiesta* Questo modulo raccoglie il tuo nome, email e contenuto in modo che possiamo tenere traccia dei commenti inseriti sul sito web. 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