BFG Rap Song (Scientology Parody Song) - Dec 2022

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BFG RAP

Music by Tiziano Lugli

Remix Ulf Ollusson

Here are the lyrics, each section of which was written by the person performing….

TIZIANO LUGLI

This goes out to all the prisoners out thereWho forgot what real freedom is all about

MARC HEADLEY

I used to work

At this crazy place

Most people knew it as the secret Int Base

It was the top of the top

No way to get any higher

Some called it Heat City

Because it was hotter than fire

There was this crazy guy

That ran the whole scene

He was vulgar as hell

And his words were obscene

He beats people up

And smacks them around

Because the midget don’t like

When you stand your ground

Tommy Davis said we had it All oh-so-nice

Golf, picnics, and pools in paradise

Hundred-hour weeks, Beatings, beans, and rice

Seriously, Tommy, are you smoking ice?

If you knew what I know

And I know you would

You would do what I did

You’d be blown for good

JAMIE LUGLI

I was just a simple girl

Dealing with life

When you painted a picture

Of perfect paradise

So I did your Bridge, not once but twice

A couple of hundred gees

So you could live a life of luxury

Surrounded by celebrities…

But we all know how it is

This ain’t no road to freedom

It’s a blind alley, like Kirstie Alley

Travolta, and Cruise,

but we ain’t no fools

TIZIANO LUGLI

As we walk through the valley

Of the shadows of our debt

Credit credits to the limit

For your fucking stats

You portray a facade

So fake and obscure

Man, grow up, get a life

Be a little mature

MARC HEADLEY

If you knew what I know

And I know you would

You would do what I did

You’d be blown for good

MARTY RATHBUN

When you think your own mind

And begin to speak back

They put you under ex-pig

Surveillance attack

Private eyes, and unmarked cars

Black PR, reputation mars

But at the end of the dayIt don’t mean jack

When you’re chilling and sipping

Iced tea at the shack

You see the little dictator

Ain’t nothing but a hack

Or like Kobe says

‘You can’t guard me, Jack’

MARC HEADLEY

If you knew what I know

And I know you would

You would do what I did

You’d be blown for good

MIKE RINDER

Scientology’s being toasted

By a midget with a blowtorch

Pretender to the throne

He’s just a big ass pain in the zorch

He says it was just

The blind leading the blind

Truth is, he’s a criminal

Twisting your mind

'Cause freedom’s no longer yours or mine,

You can only think for yourself

If you toe the party line

Dave and his BFF, little Tom

These half two men

Think they’re really the bomb

But I couldn’t take their shit no more

So I said, ‘Fuck you’ and walked out the door

JAIME LUGLI

If you knew what I know

And I know you would

You would do what I did

You’d be blown for good