The Makeout Party

The Makeout Party

BandHip HopPop

Bohemian-hip-hop-cartoon genius.

Biography

Emerging from the deep basements of Brooklyn, The Makeout Party, a Hip Hop collective, has been invading dive-bars, street fairs, bodegas, and fashion shows all over this bitch we call New York City. After hearing this quartet of rebel rousers, you'll be left with a hefty hangover, pants around your ankles, and wondering "wtf happened!?"

"Well then," you say, "what does the Makeout Party sound like?" Imagine, if you will, Lil' Jon seducing the cast of 'Saved by the Bell' into a shameless, drunken orgy with Whitney Houston. The sound this unholy union would produce is in fact the sound of the Makeout Party: sick beats, ill rhymes, hi-jinx drama, and shit-loads of attitude.

Mixed together like the ingredients of a sweet Long Island Iced Tea, members Fatty, Tiger Beat, No!ze Machine, and the Mish Mash all have unique histories and talents which form the cultural institution known as the The Makeout Party. Here's a run down:

Fatty [microphone] unwittingly lost 300 lbs by eating exclusively at Subway (thanks a lot, Jared!).

Tiger Beat [microphone] was birthed in the basement of a Prada store and now writes the gossip column Mo Drama Faux Yo Mama.

No!ze Machine [microphone/keys/beats] got her modest start playing piano at a bar for peanuts and sexual favors.

Mish the Mish Mash [microphone/cd] started out as a TV commercial child actor. He has since moved on to print modeling.

This spirited bunch is unstoppable. Their songs "Sausage Fest," "Get Classy," and ''Easy,'' are quickly taking them from myspace, straight into your face, and right into outer space. The infectiously incestuous combination of quirky lyrics flying high on top of booming Miami Bass beats is just what NYC needs to be cool and start dancing again.

So watch out, because the next time you're getting ready to hit on a girl that you are not totally sure is a girl, the Makeout Party will be there, laughing at you, and buying you another drink. Get crazy. Get classy. Makeout!

Lyrics

Get Classy

Written By: The Makeout Party

Get classy

Get classy, get sassy,
And if you want to get nasty,
Let me see what you got for me and maybe
We can bring it on home like Lassie.
Cause we ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-rock,
Burn it up make your pimples pop,
Devastating like Katrina,
Need some FEMA,
Neutrogena,
Get classy.

Get classy

Get classy, get sassy,
And if you want to get nasty,
Let me see what you got for me and maybe
We can bring it on home like Lassie.
Cause we do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do it,
Keepin it hot like anti-freeze fluid.
Screw it, chop it, chew it, pop it,
This beat will make you go shopping for...

G-Unit underwear, in my G-Unit underwear...

Get classy, get sassy,
And if you want to get nasty,
Let me see what you got for me and maybe
We can bring it on home like Lassie.
Cause we ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-rock it,
Put on my Members Only pop lock it,
Future shocking,
Herbie Hancockin
We're buying if you are hockin.

Get classy

Get classy, get sassy,
And if you want to get nasty,
Let me see what you got for me and maybe,
We can bring it on home like Lassie.
Cause we ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-kick it,
Freakin you out with the violent beatings,
Berimbau, kapow, capoeira,
In my G-Unit underwear-a.

G-Unit underwear, in my G-Unit underwear...

Get classy, get sassy,
And if you want to get nasty,
Let me see what you got for me and maybe,
We can bring it on home like Lassie.
Cause we're wi-wi-wi-wi-wi-wi-wi-wicked,
Rock my top hat like Jiminy Cricket,
Indigenous to the northwest LO,
It's raining in my cranium
So tell the freak show to
Get classy.

Sausage Fest

Written By: The Makeout Party

Is it a house party?
No, it's a sausage fest!
These meatheads are all over me!
Is it a house party?
No, it's a sausage fest!
Yeah I know, it's freakin sweet!
Is it a house party?
No, it's a sausage fest!
They better step off before I go off.
Is it a house party?
No, it's a sausage fest!
They better step up cause I need to get off.

Looks like tonight I ain't gettin no play,
I came to get laid, but where are the babes?
Meatheads are all I see around me like
M-E-A-T to the H-E-A-D.
The dude to chick ratio is way off the scale,
We all tryin to nail the same couple females,
Like they were havin a sale and they all out of chicks,
All they got left are dudes and their dicks,
Yo ladies...............but all I hear are crickets,
I came in here to stick it in some thicket maybe lick it
I'd be even down to kick it, but there's no one to kick it with,
Meatheads all around goin crazy with the Cheese Whiz,
All these dudes are keepin it wack.
I'd smack em in the face, but they'd probably fight back,
Yo fuck these fools, they're makin me stressed,
This party is a straight up sausage fest!

chorus

Everyone loved me, but why? you'll see,
They thought it was great how I was jailbait,
My little baby face made them salivate.
I got my mace, ace, so stay away from me,
For the rest of the night they called me LG.
I hate to break it to you boys, but you might as well stop.
You're all a little late this cherry's been popped,
So back off foo' before I pop you too!
That might be a lie though only partially true,
Get enough Stoli in me and then you could be, too,
So if I drink some liquor quicker,
You might be in luck,
And then this party won't be
The only thing that sucks.

Now if you want some fun
Drink rum!
If you want to be a thrilla
Then get into that tequila!
And if you want to sin
Drink gin!
And if you're really tryin to mack
Then get in to that yak!

chorus

We pulled up to this house in our ride, i confide,
That a meathead convention was occurring inside.
My crew was disgusted, said "Let's peace the fuck out.
All of these wrestlers are freakin me out."
I'm in a wonderland....I guess I'm Alice?
I got all the boys in the palm of my hand.
Maybe by default, but I'll let em in my vault
If they take a number over where they're doin keg stands.
Calling number twenty one....
Me plus Rossi means you get some.
Don't know or care if you're kind of a tool
Just pass me the rum and send in the next one.

chorus

Now if you want some fun
Drink rum!
If you want to be a thrilla
Then get into that tequila!
And if you want to sin
Drink gin!
And if you're really tryin to mack
Then get in to that yak!

And if you feel refined,
Drink wine!
If you're tryin to get frisky
Then get into that whiskey!
And if you want some crotch
Drink scotch!
And if you're really tryin to go
Then get in to that blow!

chorus

We Love the 80's/Early 90's

Written By: The Makeout Party

There were two brilliant things that came out of the 80's,
Hip-hop was born and so were us ladies,
So don't disrespect us all you slim shadies,
Cause if you do, bitch, we'll put you in Hades.

Scrunch socks were the worst fashion trend ever,
But slap bracelets are gonna keep on forever,
To bad Dan Quayle really wasn't that clever,
Foreigner's the best musical endeavor.

What was the name of that girl from Flashdance?
I don't know, but Michael Flatley is the Lord of My Pants,
Come on now that geezer's shit is wack,
I'd rather have Tom ruise in the sack.

Vanessa Williams lost that shiny crown,
When they found those nude-y pics they drove her out of town,
We're waiting for the wealth to trickle down,
Talking Heads sure burned the house down.

Growin up in Russia all alone I didn't know,
Any of these trends here that were going on,
None of this Ninja Turtles, BeBop and Rock Steady,
We were trying to stay employed, so we could rock steady,
Ready, steady, on your mark, let's go!
Tryin to shine bright, neon, just like Day-Glo,
Had no Nintendo, Mario not an option,
Water level was rising in the snow and galoshes.

In the 80's, I loved my Smurf skates,
Swatches were cool with those changing faceplates,
You know those Brat Pack movies were great,
Anthony Michael Hall couldn't get a date.

I used to watch Fraggle Rock while I drank lemonade,
Regan got shot in mecury retrograde,
Heart's Barracuda was my favorite serenade,
Yo, She-Ra ain't no dairymaid.

Whatever happened to the beta tape?
Prince's chaps left our mouths agape,
We Are the World fought the hunger outbreak,
Hammer pants were such a huge mistake.

So, let's talk about those growing pains,
Everyone back then had those crazy bangs,
Scratch-n-Sniff better give it a try,
Back in elementary thought you might get high,
Saved By the Bell and Mr. Belding-ding,
Zachary Morris with his crazy schemes,
Then he grew up just like you and me,
Are your college years better than TV?

Do you remember when Jacko was still black?
Way before Whitney was smokin crack?
When the whole world backed an Iraq attack,
Winona Ryder wasn't yet a cleptomaniac.

Check out those guys from Miami Vice,
I pity the fool who bought Vanilla Ice,
New Kids had too much merchandise,
Who knew Arnold's luck would strike thrice?

I had the time of my life with Patrick Swayze,
Acid wash jeans were kinda crazy,
Oooo, heaven is a place on earth,
Hey hey hey, Fat Albert had a lot of girth.

Pepe Le Pew was my favorite skunk,
Punky Brewster learned all about the spunk,
Stevie Wonder brought in all the funk,
So did the Goonies and our man, Chunk,
Truffle Shuffle!

Ferris Bueller was too cool for school,
The running man made you look like a tool,
Tiffany, yo, there will never be another,
Bill and Ted said be excellent to each other....

And party on dudes!

Discography

THE MAKEOUT PARTY PRESENTS... DRUG MUSIC: CHEWED AND POPPED

Set List

Songs: Socrates, My Plastic Heart Cannot Love, We Love the 80's/Early 90's, Easy, Get Classy, I Woke Up a Robot, Rekonize, Sausage Fest

Length: 30-45 minutes