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Paging Dr. Bender
Paging Dr. Bender Paging Dr. Bender please We gonna get up outta here now Come on come on come on come on Come on come on come on come on There's a good nigga Stop dat bitch Stop Damn right across ? damn look at her ass too Oh forget it, come on come on We gotta go Follow me round the corner come on Go go go go go go When I get the mellows I'm gonna get me a fifty Shh! Don't sing now man, come on we gotta go Fuck that shit You ain't got none a my shit Alright she gone she gone Go go go go go go go go go go Bya bya bya bya bya bya bya Hey run run run run run run run We free we free we free we free we free we free we free Give me a fifty! A free fifty! Hell to da world |
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| 2. |
| 3:30 |
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and breathin's overrated
stormchasin and its gettin later i used to love her now i hate her shes a brainraider fallin in a crater of lost memories im so out of hand i dont even fuck with me im goin trippin drunk and slippin sleepin in ditches switchin prescriptions bangin a random hoe and itchin i dont give a flyin feces i aint one with the human species slappin the nurse tryin to up my cc's i fall apart take all my pain turn it into art blowin up a kmart and blame it all on mozart fuck im surprised i got a deal every 2 hours i take a pill thats where im at, its all surreal i got imaginary friends an imaginary life an imaginary wife and a real knife out of here by next weekend hung over on the dresser with my brain leakin and i run away from the light of day i am not okay my soul's a misery i think im losin my mind im whacked out on jack and blacked out trapped in a crackhouse full of dddddoubt i got guilt to the hilt i fight tears and fears been out for 10 years hit a big bump up off the mirror find me at www dot i came to trouble you dot come here motha fucka take your best shot suicidal got a lot of demons to fight ill probably sit in a chair and put my mouth around a rifle i feel abused to lose the blues ill bring my booze im in the who's who's and dope fees and floozies in the land preparin for news these niggas are never choosy the morning sun is like a sledgehammer to my forehead and im barely here look in the mirror every day and slowly dissappear been through a million and 67 emotions in my short career riddles i fear staggered out in the street for beer awww fuck it and i run away from the light of day i am not okay my soul's a misery my heartbeat is racin even though im standin still i cant stop stormchasin i stole a shell casin so close to overdose that nite the day hurts my eyes wishin my death to be a surprise my life should be more than 4 walls and a floor but thats all that is mine God give me a sign cuz im tryin and dyin at the same time im not hesitatin just waitin heck yeah comin with a flurry and like the spice up in you throat i get ya chokin like that curry somethin bout the police and them lights that get me worried made a lap up on that bastard in a hurry flyin from the spirits so i got a story the dude that taught me how to rap was ray murray its all a can still its filled with no glory top the killer red out at 2:30 and i run away from the light of day i am not okay my soul's a misery |
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| 3. |
| 3:10 |
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Sittin' on the corner of 33rd and utter hell
You ain't killed nobody today, but I ain't well Hangin' up on strippers, working on my 3rd bottle of liquor You smellin' like cat litter, still bitter Walk around the earth stressed I've been buggin' since I fell out of my mothers dress I guess, I'll have another panic attack It's always darkest right before it's pitch black World full of crazy people and I guess I'm one in the same And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet So ya'll better give me some praise I'm mood swingin' like a wreckin' ball Knockin out a wall and I don't got a gun So I'm shootin' birds at ya'll And it piss me off more that you don't fall I oughta take a ball of C4 to the mall Lookin' out the window and the world calls me a chump Smokin' a cig at the gas pump Hey you wanta' bump Excuse me sir, can you spare a buck of two Fuck you mother fucker, I need liquor too The worlds a cess pool and I'm a piece of shit Stomach hangin' out my mouth when I'm blowin grits I'm like a rat inside the wheel and it's played out Drivin' off a cliff, smoke a spliff on the way down Can't get a bitch, all of them are gay now Hey pal, got the time? Does anybody really know? Man, ya'll done lost ya'll mind Well, so has everybody else We're just cuttin' in line World full of crazy people and I guess I'm one in the same And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet So ya'll better give me some praise And how am I suppose to walk And how am I suppose to talk And how am I suppose to live When I ain't gotta damn thang to give (Repeat) Hey you wanna get a 50 piece, nah Me neither You ever wanna kill a cop, nah Me neither Ever contemplated suicide, nah Me neither You ever wanna run through a mall with an M16 Yellin' kill em all, nah Me neither You ever wanna swerve into the oncoming lane Leavin' nothin' but body parts, wrecked cars and brains, nah Well, me neither World full of crazy people and I guess I'm on in the same And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet So ya'll better give me some praise |
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| 4. |
| 3:40 |
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I am the everything the all knowing The omnipotent one I watch the fields I do not feel I circumnavigate everyone I am the scarecrow, alone and disconnected You stare right past me undetected I am only here when you expect it And feel a sadness undescribable I hange here motionless holding a bible No revival I died and became apathy Then married vacancy Then moved my children to the tundra of complacency I do not exist in your world I've burned the bridges, I've cut the life line Now all I have left is my mind Which judges all of you Analyzes your dumb philosophies Inwonderment of how you all have ruined your ecology But you do not hear for I am to you only but nothingness And I can't understand why I'm the only one that feels like this It's all piss, I flee Out of all the people that have left me The one I miss most, is me I am the scarecrow and I am so alone And I've seen thirty years of down time The face of a clown, a stick for a spine From a grandiose small town mind And crows fly all around mine They sh*t on my shoulder I got no voice, no mobility I get older, heated but colder No yield in my field, f**k my opinion I stare at your houses in the distance Silent persistence at night windows glisten I got nothing to say cause no one would listen anyway So I remain against the grain I've seen sunny days with rain Busted knuckles and pain and never complained Dirt is my domain, my view is plain But I'm invisible, sound mystical Not really, the days are dry the evening chilly The only one who understands is little Billy when he's lonely Make me feel something, make me worth a damn Make me new again, make me a f**kin' man Seen the rise and fall the high and low the come and go And if you knew what I know, sometimes one does not reap what he sews The wind blows, the moon glows the water flows The rain turns to snow, and the ground is froze And only God knows why that's the way it goes I am the scarecrow and I am so alone |
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| 3:41 |
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Sittin in traffic another day of feeling nothing
Trying to find something I guess it's back to huffin' Paint and model glue oh how I die when I look At you smilin' lovin' life and all I know is blue Rainy days and cold stares broken love affairs Everything's beautiful as long as I ain't there I guess I wasn't meant to crack a smile who cares I think I'll go to sleep for a while now I'm barely livin' in my skin depression's my only friend And I don't know where I am heading tryin' to forget where I've been And I'm so sick of lying God please shwo me that silver lining Cuz I've heard tale and I'm not well my heads full of hell and This world's a jail but And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And as the apin begins to displace had it to ear level With this place you see it on my face a state of suspended grace Gradually I erase and find comfort in the sickest womb I might be present but no in the room To whom it may consume melting ensembles bleeding chellos running through Bordellos drama Like Othello hidin' out from Poncharello Dead off in the Median Fallin apart like usual handin' out flyers to my funeral So they say that life's a play and that all the world's a stage Then for another part I pray the show ends the same way everyday And my heart carries the pain of a brain I can't explain Am I insane Am I insane And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And everything good is gone And everything good is gone And everything good is gone And everything bad is here And everything bad is here And everything bad is here It doesn't really matter now does it And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear |
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| 6. |
| 1:25 |
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My addiction makes me piss on floors
And go home with these scabby whores I took too much L.S.D. Now I'm at I.C.U. at Emory Cocaine and cores comes out my pores Puking in the kitchen down on all fours My head's an earthquake, I sweat and shake Ashes on the coke can ready to melt the cake Spitting blood, picking sores, fuck cutting the line Stick a straw in the bag and do it all at one time Fucking chickenheads wearing house shoes and rollers Tried to pawn the remote control as a Motorola Got a beep bye boo boo, poo lift and tuck Pookie and Snoop Snoop and some other thug Black out in the crackhouse and wet my pants I almost died and dove out the ambulance Stole my last Jack Daniels, kicked the cocker spaniel But first I did a bump off my high school annual Getting geeked, hit the toilet for a quick jack off By the time I get a nut I've ripped my dick skin off Punch a hole in the wall, got crabs on my balls And I'm looking for a pebble in the carpet in the hall Running from drug raids, my brain's an arcade My family's afraid I got A.I.D.S. My addiction makes me piss on floors And go home with these scabby whores I took too much L.S.D. Now I'm at I.C.U. at Emory My addiction, my addiction My addiction, my addiction, huh Dope, like a pound or a key Doin' it all in the back of somebody's 300 E Don't even look at me when I'm lost, no matter what the cost I'll be snortin' frost, my life, coin toss Ruffinals, percodan, blowin' four grand's Dimerol, white blotter, sixteen grams In my body right now, I'm so foul I just lost all control of my bowels Facin', the corner of a basement, my mouth tastin' Aluminum, freebasin', what's wrong with Jason Look, I really don't know, but he's gonna have to go Everytime I see that fool he's on blow I regurgitate, tell my girl to go masturbate I know it's late, huffin' on paint and Quaker State Drinkin' Robetussin when I got no fundin' Inhalin' Scotch Guard in the frontyard The neighbors know I'm crazy, my momma knows I'm lazy And I just slapped the fuck outta some lady Goin' in and out of treatment, cause my life's so sickening But it don't matter cause nothing stops my addiction |
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| 7. |
| 3:33 |
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(feat. Denny aka "Steaknife")
I've gotta drinkin' problem man one mouth and two hands And an empty can I ain't got no loochie loochie And y'all don't understand I'm just a simple man Doin' the best I can without no loochie I'm feelin' that funny feelin' again within walkin' me to the kitchen For that early morning gin drink it in till my thoughts they become clear Dress my naked air and head the fuck up outta here fightin' traffic The hot sun be causin' havoc ass stuck to the seat window cracked can't see passed it the liquor store I just passed it Lookin' back I gotta turn around I can't stop thinkin' exactly that u-turn the past I leave behind for the ill bumpin' two busted six by nines And I feel this day to be a good one of plenty even if I'm thirsty and my pockets are empty I've gotta drinkin' problem man one mouth and two hands And an empty can I ain't got no loochie loochie And y'all don't understand I'm just a simple man Doin' the best I can without no loochie Come from a long line of alcoholics livin' from toilet to toilet you call it I'm callin' hotlines swervin' all over yellow lines drinkin' moonshine Damn was that a stop sign I ain't doin' good but I'll be fine Danno where's that cheap wine Drunk since 9 guzzlin' boone's farm Trying to stop my shakin' arm I'm here to stumble the earth and forewarn 7 weeks since I had a shower I black out like you pulled the plug on Georgia Power Southern discomfort baby Seein' pink elephants on down the freeway the proof on the bottle 180 runnin' out of Loochie And I won't survive if you don't let me borrow another five I'm a do it anyway if I'm alive I've gotta drinkin' problem man one mouth and two hands And an empty can I ain't got no loochie loochie And y'all don't understand I'm just a simple man Doin' the best I can without no loochie Spent my last money on a Pabst Blue Ribbon I be gulpin never sippin Cuz I been booted out the crib and that's cool Long as I have brew face flush stare at a lush I might bust you in the gums I gotta problem my life's too up tempo but yo I'm just simple man whose mind is crippled man it all started at a party and I was only 15 now I can kill a fifth of Bacardi and I drink and pass out wake up and and start again I been to AA but hey hey gimme the bottle 12 steppers actin like they never took a swallow (Hook: (fade) I've gotta drinkin' problem man one mouth and two hands And an empty can I ain't got no loochie loochie And yall don't understand I'm just a simple man Doin' the best I can without no loochie loochie -- portmanteau of "lychee" and "coochie": lychee - tropical fruit native to southern China, coochie - vagina definition -- female genitalia of a desirable smell and/or taste (typically of lychee)"Yo, girl, let me holla at dat loochie!" |
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| 3:06 |
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You say I'm narcissistic and cold hearted, well yeah, maybe But I don't give a damn about you, this much is true My vision's blurry and my thoughts are hazy baby I know I'm stupid so I must be smarter than you Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage Do I look like I want to be bothered Like I care about the glow My life's a comode, I like my depression a-la mode On the road, get off my back about my health I like disease, I'll still be around when y'all are feeding trees I don't want your speech or your sound advice Don't like people who seem nice Talking in my head like a family of lice Just let me wallow in my rage Don't clean up my droppings and don't rattle my cage Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage You say I'm narcissistic and cold hearted, well yeah, maybe But I don't give a damn about you, this much is true My vision's blurry and my thoughts are hazy baby I know I'm stupid so I must be smarter than you Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage |
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| 9. |
| 3:47 |
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An excess rules everything I do
So tell me how can I be more like you Cause all of this don't seem to bother you So tell me how can I be more like you The lights are on but nobody's home If I'm mad, well them my mouth foam Cover my transportation in chrome Under the sky dome Pegasus flown over my skeletal features But an opaque anatomy is all I'll ever be For none to see A numb teacher holding a counseling position Posture remaining unchristian Slouchin' down so low I'm missing Caverns and taverns is where I sought my refuge Stood in the foyer of the brothel meshing with sin Grippin' a bottle How many times I sat up in the night sky Craving to die, wanting to fly Knowing this was all a lie The succubus French kissed me in the orafice Complex as Oedipus left in my mouth a taste of distrust Lust for flesh & bone, but ain't no angels in dust Ain't no heroines in opium, word up I scoped 'em There ain't no answers this is all random evolution Best check the chemicals in your solution You might be prostitutin' An excess rules everything I do So tell me how can I be more like you Cause all of this don't seem to bother you So tell me how can I be more like you Why is everything so technical, got me thinkin' mechanical Puffi' on those botanicals, every second so critical Board with the human language Anguish, beats on my mental, fuckin' with chemicals Sick as the appetites of cannibals Far away they shoot a laser from a computer It ricochets off a satellite panel To a missile silo in Cuba Eyes behold catastrophe Forseen by Nostradamus, the prophets peep the millennium Age of the broken promise More religions than park pigeons The poor envy the rich and Monetary decisions make pessimistic the vision It's like the whole planet went off the deep end While I was sleepin' Men be leapin off ledges, when there women leave for the weekend The human mind's an asylum, dialin' help lines repeatedly Pushin' garbage down and putting more in so greedily In the head of irate Babylonians Everything is what it is, even when it's not An excess rules everything I do So tell me how can I be more like you Cause all of this don't seem to bother you So tell me how can I be more like you |
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| 3:56 |
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Bar tender I really did it this time
Broke my parole to have a good time When I got home it was 6 a.m. The door was locked so I kicked it in She was trippin` on the bills I think she was high on some pills She threw my shit out into the yard Then she called me a bum and slapped me real hard And in my drunken stupor I did what I should of never done Now I`m sittin` here talking to you Drunk and on the run I`m sittin` at a bar on the inside Waitin` for my ride on the outside She Stole my heart in the trailer park So I jacked the keys to her fuckin` car And crashed that piece of shit and then stepped away You know moe I`ll probably get ten years So just give me beers `til they get here Yeah I know the sun is comin` up And ya`ll are probably gettin` ready for closin` up But I`m trying to drown my soul I`m tired of this life on a dirt road And everything that I love is gone And I`m tired of hangin` on She got me sittin` at a bar on the inside Waitin` for my ride on the outside She Stole my heart in the trailer park So I jacked the keys to her fuckin` car And crashed that piece of shit and then stepped away I guess it`s meant to be Romance is misery So much for memories And now I`m headed to the Penitentary See me on T.V. The next cop series I am a danger I guess I should`ve did something about my anger But I`ll never learn Real things Im not concerned I pour kerosene on everything I love and watch it burn I know it`s my fault But I wasn`t happy it was over She through a fit so I crashed that piece of shit nova And now I`m goin` back again Back to the pen to see my friends And when we all pile out that county van They`re gonna ask me where I`ve been I`ve been at a bar on the inside Waitin` for my ride on the outside She Stole my heart in the trailer park So I jacked the keys to her fuckin` car Crashed that piece of shit and then stepped away na na na na na na na na na na na na na na well im sittin at a bar on the inside an im watin for my ride on the outside you know i crashed that piece of shit and then i stepped away yeaaaa |
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| 3:36 |
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Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid Get laid, get laid But a B boy's gotta get paid Get paid, get paid Seen her at the corner shop Sun dress dirty flip flops Hand full of lollipops Listenin' to hip hop She knows everyone that comes around her grows Waling down a dirt road Blowin' open doors And I know better but I keep getting heated Jonsey want'a front Don't want her baby getting treated In the wrong way But I gotta come along Been a long day so put it in a song say And I saw her at the fruit stand And she smiled as if to say I know that you are watching When Ms. Jones jerked her away, my cutie Waved from the car window With one finger and a grin And as the car got smaller all I could think about was sin Ms. Jones Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid Get laid, get laid But a B boy's gotta get paid Get paid, get paid Even though I'm grown Got it for this little bitty full blown But Ms. Jones got her in the home I'm alone With her Polaroid in my hand I try to hide the fact that I live in a trash can, man How she got me in the zone Called up to her house but somebody hung up the phone Dial tone and I'm hinding in the grass All up in her yard just to get a look at her ass dawn I know she's too young for me Yo, she asked me to the fair I wish she would ignore me Hard to pretend not to care My friends all say she's skanky But I dig her armpit hair And when I get my license I'm gonna ask her to a picnic, yeah Ms. Jones Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid Get laid, get laid But a B boy's gotta get paid Get paid, get paid Innocence and beauty Such a deadly combination Innocence and beauty Such a deadly combination Finally pulled her from the gridlock Climax to the plot Took her to see Kid Rock Touched her on her wet spot Now I got her open no Ms. Jones scopin' Time for pokin' and I know I don't really want her this way But Ms. Jones kept her from my clutches everyday So I go, hey, it will never be the same And I don't even know her mother-fuckin' name Ms. Jones Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid Get laid, get laid But a B boy's gotta get paid Get paid, get paid |
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Do Do do do do do do-do-do. Do-do-do. Do do do. Do do do Do-do-do Repeat 2x (laugh)
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| 4:49 |
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Satisfaction is power over everything and I'm powerless
Gluttony hasn't gone out of style since the fall of man We scratch and claw we steal and kill ambitions caused When one can't forget the magnitude of his fist high And I'm thinkin' again Trying to unravel the mystery of existing so perplexing I'm not missing anything I don't think Constantly listening and looking and feeling and I'm still Just as lost as a human can be And I'm thinkin' again All I can do is let it happen to me And I'm thinkin' again I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again Looking for things to do to pass the time between birth And becoming part of the earth Working playing and laying staring comparing That over there to this I'm blaming those in charge cuz after all there's nothing else to do Money pays for things that don't really belong to you And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again A velvet tablecloth a pack of viceroys a bottle of gin And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again A deck of cards playing solitaire birds everywhere in a park on a bench I smell of an aweful stench I am a loser and I'm all alone I sit in the bathroom and thump my bone I got 25 cents to my name a bag of laundry who's to blame I haven't worked in 16 days And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again |
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| 4:12 |
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High on coaine drunk drivin' in the rain
Goin' north in the southbound lane Railroad crossing I out run the train Holdin' pain golden grain Danno Malone's the name In my chest gotta flame a collage of photos is in my brain My temper is fire and propane No shame no game no pain no gain Hey that's insane should I bend over and let the world gang bagn Or raise my neck and let the vampires position their fangs or be a pussy that hangs from a beam and swang no thanks I gotta an old truck I'm the king of touch luck from where ya bluff you get your card Plucked and get fucked up, ya get fucked up C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn You wanna fight me? You wanna try me? You wanna fight me? Hey, then kick my ass I come forth abortin' babies beatin' seals wearin' a fur choppin' down trees sprayin' aerosol cans ozone defficiency Just wanna make sure everybody hates me I am the anti whatever you are alien drunk at the bar Junkie misfit conforming mics into unbiodigradable toxit shit and don't posses no guilt about it rebel without a cause Just to sever ya fuckin' claws and ya biblical laws That really ain't got jack to do with Psalms No officer I won't calm I won't vote I won't participate in hands across America or any area in fact It's all good fuck it Naw fuck you the most brilliant thought you had today I had when I was two bitch C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn You wanna fight me? You wanna try me? You wanna fight me? Hey, then kick my ass Every bit of me's hostility and I'm rediculous got a knife let's see if you're tickleish I will pull yaw jaw completely out ya head and when ya kick my ass make sure that I'm dead C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn You wanna fight me? You wanna try me? You wanna fight me? Hey, then kick my ass |
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