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PPFY !
00:03
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PIN PRIK FUK YU! fuk yuuuuu
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2. |
Bulging Udder
01:20
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It's big it's fat it's wet it's hard
BULGING UDDER
It's thiqq it's long it's huge and hairy
BULGING UDDER
A flaccid sac of swollen skin
BULGING UDDER
A pinkish mass that's hot and throbbing
BULGING UDDER
Veins exploding, milk is thin and pulpy
There's some hair on it, and forty fucking nipples
Udder bulging, filling up with whole milk
Cartons of it, in the fridge at Walmart
It's thiqq it's fat it's big it's barf
BULGING UDDER
It's gross it's huge it's meat it's lump
BULGING UDDER
It's dripping milk and fucking massive
BULGING UDDER
The farmer gets his beef from it
BULGING UDDER
Masturbate it, beat it 'til it breaks off
Begging for it, crawl until my knees bleed
Can't afford it, paying with my own blood
Milky fluid, filling up a bucket
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3. |
Go
03:07
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She only wears the color red
She thinks it makes her look dead
She's going out to all the shows
She thinks that everybody knows
She's walking tall and strutting mean, mean
She thinks she's queen of the scene
She talks a lot of nothing new
She doesn't know what to do
You're stuck inside your depression
You're lost, get lost in isolation
She always paints her nails black
She never wants to look back
Her eyes are yellow with disease
She's crawling on her hands and knees
She's at the bar and on the town
She doesn't know what's going down
She's hoping we will never see, see
The kind of person she can be
You're stuck inside hallucinations
Get trapped, get trapped in repetition
Your life is really out of the question
You're fucked, get in touch with your emotion
Meat's turned green and there's splotches on the floor
And I'm running down the block and I'm breaking down the door
With a concrete bag and a super heavy brick
And we're drinking all the beer and we're feeling pretty sick
Going hey hey! Whose at home? Super greasy slob
With the bad eyelash and they're dropping all the bombs
But my friends are here and we're having lots of fun
Til the sun explodes or we're killed by a gun
You're stuck in a cycle of depression
You're fucked, got fucked by situation
Your life was never part of the question
You're fucked, losing touch with your emotion
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4. |
Ethiopia
07:08
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5. |
Ulysses
01:25
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Helikopter Pilot
02:10
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Helicopter, off the pad, crash into the fucking hospital
Helicopter pilot, on drugs, landing in the Indian ocean
Helicopter, gyrating, propellers spinning out of control
Helicopter pilot, no hands, dying in a fiery explosion
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7. |
WaHo
02:33
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WA HO
Grease in my stomach
Grease on the floor, from my stomach
Pain in my ass
Hashbrowns scattered, smothered, and covered with cheese
Hair in my food
All-star special man, spit in my food oh shit
HO
Waffle House
Slab of bacon
Shit on the floor
There's shit in my asshole, my coffee is cold
Pain and hunger fuel me
Blueberry waffle
With butter and syrup, side of sausage
Eggs scrambled with cheese, and toast
WAHO
Barf in my asshole
Hair on my fork, grease on my spoon, ash in my coffee
Toast is burnt, bacon is cold
All-star special, baby
Should I try the city ham today? I think not
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