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#classicvinyl #strictlyvinyl #vinyl #vinylrip #nostalgia #music #obscurerecords #obscurevinyl Cornelius "Backhand" Jackson was an anti-feminist men's rights activist who was willing to do what needed to be done to get women back in the kitchen once and for all. From your lips to his fist, this standout hit makes you wanna fist bump in more ways than one. Needless to say "Don't Test Me B*tch" was ahead of its time but now considered classic, even prophetic. Lyrics [Verse 1] All you do is talk talk talk But you never listen (can you hear me!) Get your ass back in the kitchen And make me some chicken [Turnaround] Don't test me bitch (Don't test me bitch) [Verse 2] My pimp hand is strong And my patience is thin (so thin) Quit all your bitchen, Get back in the kitchen (I'm hungry) [Turnaround] Don't test me bitch (Don't test me bitch) [Chorus] Do not test me bitch I will use my fist I will smack your lip I will bust your shit [Bridge] Talk back one more time (just one more time) And this will be the scene of a crime [End] Try me bitch I dare you (double dare you bitch)

#classicvinyl #strictlyvinyl #vinyl #vinylrip #nostalgia #music #obscurerecords #obscurevinyl The most popular mitzvah song to ever be recorded. Lyrics [Verse] In the land of power Where dreams unfurled There's a force that's rising Shaking up the world With rhythm and style They break all the molds **** come together Let your story unfold [Verse 2] With rhymes and beats They conquer all the charts Their melodies vibrate through every single heart From New York City to Jerusalem's streets **** rule the world with their grooves and their beats [Chorus] **** rule the world Don't you know? Their music's an anthem It's starting to show With passion and soul They'll make you dance **** rule the world Giving life a chance

#classicvinyl #strictlyvinyl #vinyl #vinylrip #nostalgia #music #obscurerecords #obscurevinyl Cornelius "Backhand" Jackson had an older brother named Dontarius "Whip Hand" Jackson who also recorded some singles as a soul singer. Unbeknownst to Cornelius, his older brother Dontarius had booked the next recording session in the same studio with the same musicians directly after his brother Cornelius cut his hit single "Don't Test Me B*tch". Dontarius chose to record the same song with different lyrics to send a message to his brother. Dontarius helped raise his younger brother Cornelius on a plantation owned by their late uncle Tucker "Rucker" Jackson III. Despite the song's strong imagery and harsh delivery, Dontarius's message was simply that he missed working with his younger brother. Interesting note about this song; Dontarius "Whip Hand" Jackson had the foresight to meet everyone halfway by cleverly using only half of the N-word. This helped avoid cens*rship, and helped avoid the awkwardness and controversy that came with his mostly white radio audience singing his songs out loud. Lyrics [Verse 1] All you do is sing sing sing But you never listen (can you hear me!) Get your a** back in the fields And make me some yields [Turnaround] Don't test me n** (Don't test me n**) [Verse 2] My whip hand is strong My plantation is big (so big!) If you want your meal Get back in the field (you're hungry) [Turnaround] Don't test me n** (Don't test me n**) [Chorus] Do not test me n** I will use my whip I will slave this ship I will bust your shit [Bridge / End] Talk back one more time (just one more time) And there will be a whip on your spine [End] Don't test me n**

#obscurerecords #obscureviny #classicvinyl #strictlyvinyl #vinyl #vinylrip #nostalgia #hardarchive #funkmusic #70sfunk #christmasmusic Extremely rare 1970's Christmas funk single about the gift that keeps on giving. Artist info to be updated soon. Merry Fistmas! Lyrics [Verse 1] Girl! You're pushing your f*cking luck All you got me is a pair of socks Let's see if you can take a punch Your gift is my fist in a box [Chorus 1] Merry Fistmas, here ya go b*tch You should've got me something on my wish list All you got me was a pair of socks Here's your gift, it's my fist in a box [Verse 2] It's time for us to open gifts Everyone gather around the tree B*tch you're on my naughty list This last gift is from me [Chorus 2] Merry Fistmas, here ya go b*tch You should've got me something on my wish list All you got me was a pair of socks Here's your gift, it's my fist in a box Merry Fistmas b*tch! [Verse 3] This ugly sweater makes me itch Hope you got everything you want Now it's time to unwrap one last gift Surprise! It's my other fist in a box [Chorus 3] Merry Fistmas, here ya go b*tch You should've got me something on my wish list All you got me was a pair of socks Here's your gift, it's my fist in a box Merry Fistmas b*tch!

#obscurerecords #obscureviny #classicvinyl #strictlyvinyl #vinyl #vinylrip #nostalgia #hardarchive #soulmusic #60ssoul #motown Here is an obscure soul funk Christmas single written and performed by singer, pimp, and part-time high school librarian "Cool" James Smith aka "A Pimp Named Paperback". James wrote this hit holiday tune about his experiences on one Christmas eve night during a stakeout waiting for Santa Claus to show up at his home. Lyrics [Verse 1] It should be quiet as a mouse But not with a woman in the house If you keep talking back to me You're gonna sleep in heavenly peace [Chorus] I will GIVE you a silent night I will tuck you in bed real tight You'll sleep until the morning light B*tch! I'll GIVE you a silent night [Verse 2] Baby! I only want one gift The gift of you shutting your lip If I don't get just one quiet night The cops will have to read me my rights [Chorus] I will GIVE you a silent night I will tuck you in bed real tight You'll sleep until the morning light B*tch! I'll GIVE you a silent night [Bridge] You better stop acting like a child Or your face will be tender and mild Come hug me by the Christmas tree Now close your eyes and go to sleep Go to sleep, b*tch [Verse 3] It's quiet now so I can hear Santa took my cookies last year I'm waiting here by the chimney His fat a** still owes me three fitty [Chorus] I will GIVE you a silent night I will tuck you in bed real tight You'll sleep until the morning light B*tch! I'll GIVE you a silent night Sweet dreams, b*tch

#obscurerecords #obscureviny #classicvinyl #strictlyvinyl #vinyl #vinylrip #nostalgia #hardarchive #swing #christmasmusic #swingjazz Frank Sinatra's comedy version of "Deck The Halls" from his never released 1953 Christmas comedy album. According to some music historians, Frank wrote this song version about the open ended game of "nut tag" between him and Dean Martin. Sack tapping is a slang term for a game where a participant attacks, by slapping, tapping, punching, kicking, elbowing, twisting, or backhanding a victim's testicles. The term derived from 'sack', slang that refers to the scrotum, and the activity is a form of groin attack. It is also called "nut tag", "bag tag", "sack whack", "bell flicking" and "roshambo". Starting in 1960 shortly after the singing group "The Rat Pack" was formed, Frank and Dean started a game of nut tag that would last until 1995 when Dean passed away at the age of 78, which finally ended the game. Some speculate that Dean suffered from "nutcracker syndrome" (NCS) results most commonly from the compression of the left renal vein (LRV) between the abdominal aorta and superior mesenteric artery. The name derives from the fact that, in the sagittal plane and/or transverse plane, the SMA and AA (with some imagination) appear to be a nutcracker crushing a nut (the renal vein). There is a wide spectrum of clinical presentations and diagnostic criteria are not well defined, which frequently results in delayed or incorrect diagnosis. The first clinical report of Nutcracker phenomenon appeared in 1950. Dean's large donations to help fund NCS research fueled further speculation into the possibility that Dean suffered from NCS, most likely caused by his and Frank's 35 year long game of nut tag. Lyrics Fa la la la la, la la la la) (Fa la la la la, la la f***er) Oh sh*t no Deck the b*lls with fists of fury (Fa la la la la, la la la la) Feel the sting your n*ts are hurting (Fa la la la la, la la la la) Don we now you are g*y apparel (Fa la la, la la la, la la f**) Deck the b*lls until they're sterile (Fa la la la la, la la f*ck yeah) (Fa la la la la, fa la f*ck yeah!) Watch my f*cking fist hit your n*ts (Fa la la la la, la la la la) Strike your balls with my hardest punch (Fa la la la la, la la la la) Laughing as your n*ts get blasted (Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, ha ha ha) Your b*lls just got both their a** kicked (Fa la la la la, la la f*ck yeah) (Fa la la la la, la la f*ck yeah!) We'll see who's fist is fastest (Fa la la la la, la la la la) I'll kick all your f*cking a**es (Fa la la la la, la la la la) One more n*t punch for good measure (Fa la la, la la la, la la la) That one's called a double decker (Fa la la la la, la la f*ck yeah) (Fa la la la la, la la f*ck yeah!) Deck the b*lls with fists of fury (Fa la la la la, la la la la) Feel the sting your n*ts are hurting (Fa la la la la, la la la la) Don we now you are g*y apparel (Fa la la, la la la, la la f**) Deck the b*lls until they're sterile (Fa la la la la, la la f*ck yeah) (Fa la la la la, la la f*ck yeah!)