Indian Thriller

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the video! i tried to change it to the one that has the subtitles! fix it!

He's the only zombie you can't escape from.

Indian Thriller is quite possibly the ebst motherfucking Indian movie in history! Directed by George Romero, it revolves around the same timeline of the Dawn of the Dead remake, you know the one with Ving Rhames. Instead of the zombies running like motherfucking black Olympic sprinters, they dance! DANCE MOTHERFUCKER!

The Cast[edit]

The Movie[edit]

[[The best social-commentary you'd find on YouTube|Roger Ebert|Indian Thriller]]

The Plot[edit]

It was then told that during the time most of the cast from Dawn of the Dead were fucking inside the mall, Ving Rhames' cousing, Ving Rhames 2 became a zombie while fucking Kerry Washington. But he didn't run. He DANCED MUTHAFUCKA!! And that's all I have to say.

The Whole Shit[edit]

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Lyrics[edit]

   (I think I’m the evil of the people…)
   (Praise the glory of evil!)
   Girly Man! x2
   Girly Man, man, man…. x2
   Gosh, my old calculator ain’t got no bow!
   Nippley man I met, he ate my motorboat!
   Calm down and park that comfy shin guard armor!
   Welcome the dude who ain’t the buyer of mugs.
   Girly Man!
   Girly Man, man, man…
   RIP YOUR MA!!!!
   Woot, I’m coming!
   Mutton goes yay!
   Cook the Chicano’s day.
   Mucho Caliente!
   I’ll eat wasabe on my dude!
   All my body just got ruled!
   Kinda like a fist on road!
   One more body for your car!
   OOO! OOO! Papa’s Restaurant!
   OOOO! You’ll be pumping Ovaltine!
   Or Salty Shanty’s One Shot Tea!
   Roll, jam, belching, raving son!
   Mork, and bull, and mumued star!
   Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! …
   Killer! Killer! Killer!
   Girly Man!
   Girly Man, man, man, man…
   Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! …
   Killer! Killer! Killer!
   (Please don’t buy the bald seal.)
   Move then Connie!
   Let me go yay!
   Cause its a yardless day!
   Conga line too, Good Day!
   Salad is a cargo you could do!
   Chet’s my buddy, Chester Rowe!
   Called him at the coaster room!
   Smashing all the people up!
   Its the child no parka rule!
   OOO! Laddie, ready, bite your knee!
   OOO! Conk a collie, Conquer he!
   Deal them, peel them, people looked shocked!
   Move, too, then you got private shower!
   Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! …
   Killer! Killer! Killer!
   Girly Man!
   Girly Man, man, man, man… x2
   Gosh, my old calculator ain’t got no bow!
   Nippley man I met, he ate my motorboat!
   Calm down and park that comfy shin guard armor!
   Welcome the dude who ain’t the buyer of mugs.
   Girly Man!
   Girly Man, man, man, man…
   Aaaaaa!!!

See also[edit]