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I've got to get out of. I've got to get out of this hood. I've got to get out of this neighborhood. I've got to get out of it. Got to get out. . I've had enough, won't call their bluff.
Now my chainsaw close to head. Change your points; you're left for dead. This isn't hectic fight for fun this is Hardcore 81. . Neighbourhood watch, backyard brawl.
Hello dear there somthin' on my mind. There somethin' between us I can't find. Can please please show me the light. Because with you I refuse to fight.
Guttermouth is a really good band,. but they like do hand jobs everyday.. Yeah, Guttermouth are a real good band,. but they like to give those hand jobs everyday!.
I don't care about how many fucks. I'll suck an ass for fifty bucks. Everybody here wants to get laid. We're the only ones who are getting paid. . I'm getting fucked.
Sometimes I think of all the places where I don't. wanna go. Then I think of all the things that I don't wanna do. And when I think of all the people that I don't wanna.
Sitting in a room waiting for some news. Sitting in a room with white knuckles. Not feeling so good. I didn't do the things I should. . I said, "doc, tell me what's wrong with me".
Sitting in room waiting for some news. sitting a room with white knuckles. not feeling so good. I didn't do the thing I should. . I said '' Doc, tell me what's wrong with me ''.
Aimless ain't got no where to go. All my thoughts have gone.... Ready?. . Mother Mary had a son. Whose days were spent on having fun. And Monday he got a letter: "you could make yourself feel better".
I'm overhung overslept ripe. disheveld perfectly. unkempt i like my drink. mit toast and eggs. the best bloody mary you've. ever tasted - go to work. wasted - go to work bombed.
Lovin you isn't the right thing to do. How can I ever change things that I feel?. If I could, baby I'd give you my world. But how can I when you won't take it from me.
Glass war, glass war, glass war, glass war, it's a glass war. Glass war, glass war, it's a glass war. Glass war, glass war. . It's a glass war. Cause you can see right through the bullshit.
With so much drama in the L-B-C. It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G. But I, somehow, some way. Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day.
I'm on the wagon now. But she doesn't know. I'm getting high on the down low. Cuz when I got the new thing. I got no place to go. Unless I got a bottle in me.
I know she's antiseptic. her deodorant smells nice. I'd like to get to know you. But you're deep frozen like the ice. She's a germ free adolescent. Cleanliness is her obsession.
I hate the radio but I like Fungus. . The only punk-rock station, it's humongous. . I think they just play Misfit's Walk among us. . Fungus 53. . Related.
The lyric is recorded like this:. . Fuck the front door fuck the back. fuck the good girls with the knack. fuck the guverment until they fuck. you back fuck a muslim fuck a jew.
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