1. |
Sounds like a Punk song
02:51
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I drink beer and I smoke weed
I fuck girls and I do speed
I ain't really been sober in bed
Last time I checked your mother gives great head
I can't seem to shake this fucking feeling
That I'm on a boat and that shit is sinking
I ain't jack and I ain't gonna die
Just coming down now where's my next high
Cuz I've been told I got bad habits
And they will take me one of these days
And I have tried without knowing
To change what seems to be my fate
The sex and the drugs before my eyes
Lost in a blaze as I realize
Going straight to hell, understand why
You don't mean nothing you're just an alibi
Cuz I've been told I have bad habits growing
And they will take me one of these days
And I have tried without knowing
To change what seems to be my fate
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Take me away to Guantanamo bay
Where human rights don't come out to play
You can lose weight on the hunger strike diet
Come on girl you really ought to try it
There's no way out
And no way in here
and you will suffer
Your torture will begin here
Take take take take me away
Take me away to Guantanamo bay
Take take take I wanna stay
I wanna stay in Guantanamo bay
We'll strip your pride and strip your clothes
You can run when we break your toes
You can even get a tan
Hanging out in the Cuban sand
There's no way out and no way in here
But you will suffer and it will begin here
Take take take take me away
Take me away to Guantanamo bay
Take take take I wanna stay
I wanna stay in Guantanamo bay
You can even get a tan
Hanging out on the Cuban sand
You can lose weight on the hunger strike diet
Come on girl you really outta try it
There's no way out and no way in here
But you will die and it will begin here
Take take take take me away
Take me away to Guantanamo bay
Take take take I wanna stay
I wanna stay in Guantanamo bay
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3. |
Charles Dicken Things
03:44
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I wanna put my dick in things, dick in things, dick in things
I wanna put my dick in things, dick in things, dick in things
I wanna put my dick in things, dick in things, dick in things
I wanna put my dick in things, dick in things, dick in you
I met Sally down at the marina
Fucked her once found out she's a screamer
I met grace down in New Orleans
Had the finest ass I've ever seen
She sucked me off on bourbon street
I came on her ass tits hair and feet
All these girls have come and gone
Now I need to find me a new blonde
I wanna put my dick in things
I wanna put my dick in things
I wanna put my dick in things, dick in things, dick in things
I've been inside a few dozen girls
From here, there and around the world
Some were great most were alright
But then there came one fateful night
I was out late, drinking in the evening
Then I saw Lexi and how sexy she was being
Walked over to her we had a magic hour
Wiped it all off and fucked in the shower
I wanna put my dick in things
I wanna put my dick in things
I wanna put my dick in things, dick in things, dick in things
That one night changed my life
I even asked that girl to be my wife
Woke up in the morning and she wasn't there
Saw that note lying on the chair it said
Last night was great boy it wasn't free
I'm sending Billy Joe to get the money
Up I went and then I was gone
Hitting the streets to find a blonde
I wanna put my dick in things
I wanna put my dick in things
I wanna put my dick in things, dick in things, dick in things
I wanna put my dick in things
I wanna put my dick in things
I wanna put my dick in things, dick in things, dick in YOU
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4. |
Slit Liquor
02:13
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Going out on a monday night
Drinkin beer n whiskey till I feel alright
To go over and talk to the girl at the bar
Lean in close let her know who we are
Cuz I'm a no good, god damn dirty fucking slit licker
Piece of shit, drop out, waste of space clit flicker
Dirty, god damn mother fucking dick sticker
Degenerate cunts, I just want my dick in her
Really can't take this shit any more
I wanna fuck can't afford no whore
Looking for a girl, looking for a taste
To come over and sit on my face
Cuz I'm a no good, god damn dirty fucking slit licker
Piece of shit, drop out, waste of space clit flicker
Dirty, god damn mother fucking dick sticker
Degenerate cunts, I just want my dick in her
Leave with a girl around midnight
She's a butter-face but her tits are just right
We go home, straight to my bed
Lean in close and this is what she said
Are you a no good, god damn dirty fucking slit licker
Piece of shit, drop out, waste of space clit flicker
Dirty, god damn mother fucking dick sticker
Degenerate cunts, I just want my dick in her
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5. |
Sandy Hooker
02:52
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Get a gun, get a knife
Go to school and take the life
Of those you falsely blame
For your all sorrow and your pain
But know before you go
That you are just fucking insane
And if you want revenge
Want it all to end
take that gun and
Kill yourself boy
Don't live through this
Kill yourself boy
Sandy hooker
if you pretend
or explain what you meant
by those hateful words
and hate yourself
you're a quip
hey fucking friend
close your eyes see the end
and rest your weary head
turn and say that's the end
Kill yourself boy
Don't live through this
Kill yourself boy
Sandy hooker
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#1 Pussy
03:12
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You don't get to be number one by being a pussy
You ain't gonna have no fun by being a pussy
God keep our land glorious and free
You don't get to be number one by being a pussy
Absolutely yes gets broken in
For an absolute shakedown
Drinking beers and with a mandolin
Teenage girls hailing from Oakland
Hamm's on tap with a busted head
Come up with a new idea
About to hit the road again
Our street dog's got diarrhea
You don't get to be number one by being a pussy
You ain't gonna have no fun by being a pussy
God keep our land glorious and free
You don't get to be number one by being a pussy
Smoking weed with the cleaning crew
Old Nick's rolled up door convenience
Becky's digits coming through
And a used shirt from fetus
Tits and stache with a high heeled boot
Capacity was her idea
Tweaker rats surround our route
Going back to Olympia
You don't get to be number one by being a pussy
You ain't gonna have no fun by being a pussy
God keep our land glorious and free
You don't get to be number one by being a pussy
Bremerscum hanging at the chuck
And she lacerated her veins
Generation D don't give a fuck
about giving knowledge to kin
Border agents dropping ehs
Played at funky winker beans
Cocaine party after dark
Hitting the true north punk rock scene
You don't get to be number one by being a pussy
You ain't gonna have no fun by being a pussy
God keep our land glorious and free
You don't get to be number one by being a pussy
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7. |
666 (suck my dix)
01:48
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Never more to betray
This primal urge I must obey
Never more will I stray
I live by this every day
I'll never pray to your crucifix
Or abide by a triple six
You're a bunch of hypocrites
You can all suck my dicks
I might not survive but I will surely thrive
Never more to betray
This primal urge I must obey
Never more will I stray
I live by this every day
I'll never pray to your crucifix
Or abide by a triple six
You're a bunch of hypocrites
You can all suck my dicks
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8. |
Hangover city
02:45
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9. |
Skaful
02:46
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