| Song | Rotgut |
| Artist | Tomahawk |
| Album | Mit Gas |
| In the scrotum of your dreams | |
| You turn your first trick for free | |
| Cocktails, catnip and cocaine | |
| I doubt you'll be in the hot rain | |
| Make a thick squeal | |
| When you cop a feel | |
| It rots your gut but that's not enough for you | |
| Induce the red morning sun | |
| I spit on the cock of passion | |
| My heart beating in your head | |
| I leave coke in the front bed | |
| Sweet honeycomb and lockjaw | |
| Sting like a bee and say aah | |
| Two cats that hung each of our lies | |
| Build it cause soon we're more chaste |