Musica de Allrounda Productions del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Allrounda Productions tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
[Verse 1: Alfred Hitchcock]
Ladies and Gentlemen, grab your seats
We're in for a treat
Alfred Hitchcock Presents:
Charlie Chaplin's defeat!
I'm the master of suspense
Your films make me bored
The Academy made a mistake
In giving you an award
I'll trample this tramp
Who thinks he's got talent
Because without it
You can't make movies like Alfred!
Horror's scared of me
I'll make a shower scene violent!
You have thе right to remain like your films:
Silent!
[Verse 2: Charlie Chaplin]
Mastеr of Suspense?
Oh please!
I'm at the back of my seat!
You should be scared of me
Not the damn police!
All of your so-called horror films
Are not worth a penny
You only want my Oscars
'Cause you never got any!
Your greatest films are like your belly button
You ain't got one!
And your movies are so awful
Even you don't wanna watch 'em!
I'm a master of comedy
And yet a man of few words
I'll mash your old ugly ass
And then feed you to The Birds!
[Verse 3: Alfred Hitchcock]
Yes, I get it
I might not be hot, see
At least I didn't shave
So that I'd look like a Nazi
You say I'm old
But let's look at you, chap
Walking around with a cane
And a dumb top hat!
My films are box office hits
Yours are pieces of shit
Hitch losing against this bitch
Would be a real plot-twist!
And as the movie closes in
On a shot of you deceased
You'll realize that your career
Was not important in the least!
[Verse 4: Charlie Chaplin]
You think I'm not worth shit?
You were a failure since birth!
But in my time
I was the most famous man on planet Earth!
The only time I'd watch your films
Are to laugh at their blandness
But I won't be throwing tomatoes
It'll be eggs in my hands, yes!
With writing so sloppy
You're going to need an auto-corrector
And your speeches are as short lived
As your life as a director!
You're so old and weak
You couldn't hold a candle to me
So now I'm going to Verti-go
To avoid your next shitty movie!