Jan. 6, 2023 - Get Off My Lawn - Gavin McInnes
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| Live from New York, it's Get Off My Lawn with Gavin McInnes. | |
| I'm getting glad, I hate to say, I've been too long, I'm glad to be back, yes I'm getting loose, from the news. | |
| That's Gavin McGinnis. | |
| I'll never die. | |
| Nine lions, cats lions. | |
| That song is fucking gay. | |
| What? | |
| Two, three hours. | |
| Rap is gay. | |
| I'm exhausted. | |
| Rap is, I fuck tons of bitches. | |
| I'm a badass. | |
| If you fuck with me, you'll die. | |
| Okay. | |
| We are nervous around black people here in America, so we just go, okay, that's a thing. | |
| But I don't forgive white people for talking like that. | |
| You're back in black? | |
| What are you talking about? | |
| I'm back. | |
| There's nothing gayer than saying, I'm back. | |
| Just be back. | |
| Just return. | |
| Don't say, I'm back. | |
| And I looked up the lyrics. | |
| They are retarded. | |
| If you want to hang out with me, you have to catch me. | |
| Hey, Maddie, want to come to my party? | |
| I'm turning 54 in July. | |
| Yeah, maybe if you can catch me. | |
| Okay, well, no, I'm not trying to catch you. | |
| Here's the address. | |
| Here's the address of where we're hanging out. | |
| I've been chasing you and what? | |
| How do I catch you? | |
| With a net? | |
| Look up the fucking lyrics to the gayest song white people have ever made back in black. | |
| I'm back. | |
| It's almost as bad as Rough Boys. | |
| Rough Boys is bad. | |
| I want to suck and taste you, Rough Boys. | |
| Out on the streets. | |
| This is up there with it. | |
| Okay, first of all, you're back. | |
| That's gay, right? | |
| I've been too long. | |
| I'm glad to be back. | |
| All right, that's fine. | |
| Like, what did you, you just got out of cancer treatment? | |
| Blow it up. | |
| Blow up the lyrics. | |
| Can't see them very well. | |
| So say you went through cancer treatment and you've been away, like LA at our bar, right? | |
| He got sick for a while. | |
| You know what he did when he came back to the bar? | |
| He sat at his table, his usual spot. | |
| He watched his sports and he had a beer. | |
| He didn't go, I'm back! | |
| So it's gay. | |
| I'm just looking at the sky because it's getting me high. | |
| Forget the hearse because I'll never die. | |
| What are you, nine? | |
| And go down a bit. | |
| They've got to catch me if they want me to hang. | |
| I have to catch you if I want to hang out with you. | |
| No, I think if they want to be hung, if they want me to hang, because they're like bad rogues. | |
| Yeah, well, you're wrong about everything, so that's. | |
| Well, I know ACDC, like the back of my H and so, sorry, what's your two cents here, Detective Shitty? | |
| Like, they want to catch him to be hanged. | |
| Like, don't forget, these are the guys who had to make a jail. | |
| Oh, I see. | |
| I see. | |
| So the police have to catch him if they want to hang him. | |
| Oh, I misread that. | |
| Okay, you're right. | |
| Detective Shitty is right. | |
| I thought, like, come to ACDC. | |
| If you want to hang out with me, you got to catch me. | |
| So you're right. | |
| I was wrong on that one. | |
| Thank you. | |
| But, like, look at me now. | |
| I'm just making my play. | |
| Don't try to push your luck. | |
| Just get out of my way. | |
| Hey, you guys. | |
| Don't try to push your luck. | |
| This is a drag queen song. | |
| I'm in the back of a Cadillac. | |
| I'm a power pack, you guys. | |
| Now, if you think about it, it says, I'm back on the track. | |
| Being on the track, which you pointed out earlier, yeah. | |
| That's on the track. | |
| So he must be with a John. | |
| Walking back and forth. | |
| But imagine someone said to you, hey, I'm a power pack. | |
| You'd go, what the fuck? | |
| You're not a power pack. | |
| Terrible. | |
| You're a power pack. | |
| You're like a thing with batteries in it? | |
| I'm back, you guys. | |
| One of their biggest songs. | |
| never gonna catch me. | |
| Well, that's better than some of their more racist songs. | |
| Like high racist songs. | |
| Yeah, Highway to Hell. | |
| Is that like having to go to Harlem? |
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