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the day I speared my lover she was three fathoms down
at the end of the hook my love was found
bait not needed, our love will prevail
I wanted some pussy instead got some tail
and you can't breathe the air because you've got no lungs
and me plus you equals too much fun
from your gills to your fins to your loving smile
we're deep ocean lovers but just for a while
ya, I love my little fin girl
she's got a great little pussy l can not will
you go down with your dolphins and your ocean
hey baby let's make some love potion
to be on the land, be in the sand
holding each other, you can hold my hand
I love you, let's hug, let's get married now
and I got no gills and you're lacking lungs
and our bodies are mature but our hearts are young
today in class I felt a fool
cause I can't swim in your aquatic school
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She's drunk again, it's time to fuck
She won't remember what I tell her to suck
Gonna rape this bitch and put my member in
Better notify her next of kin
She's not a woman
She's barely human
I'll do it again, but not like this
I'm gonna cum on her face
and cum on her tits
I'll do it again
an ass that bleeds is what a woman needs
She's sucked my cock
I came in her mouth
I'll bury this bitch before we head down South
she's not the first, she won't be the last
Memories of Kroeger in her ass
I look like Jesus, I'll make you believe this
I'm drunk again, she's on the bed
Her limp corpse can't give my head
I fucked her hard, she's had enough
Time to make some Kroeger snuff
I'll fuck her insides
Her pussy's stirfry
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She pulled it taut
What she called 'the flying squirrel'
and thus commenced, the slurping
'These are the nether regions' she thought
And as she navigated with the expertise
of one having done this many, many times before
she pulled it taut
Days later in the mirror
it was curious, hideous
The Scrotum Hickey
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Wake up this morning, isn't that something?
Something is burning, it's my english muffin
My stomach is empty, but something ain't right
The dinner was lovely, didn't order the fight
My blackberry vibrates, I'm checking the message
Update from Facebook, I guess I'll check it
Couldn't believe it, had to see for my eyes
You were single, I was terrorized
Was it the family? Was it the dog?
It must have been Chelsea
You always hated football
Was it my mates? Was it the job?
Am I out of fit? Should I have taken a jog?
Now I'm a stranded bloke, shuffling the streets
I'm tearing through the chunnel, in my bare feet
Maybe I should go to your flat
and I know we're underground, but this is deep
Don't hold me backed into a corner
Your status has changed to single
Let's move forward my emails
I'm no longer a hot male, I'm just a yahoo waiting for you
I'm so lonely
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It's Friday night in my bollocks flat
My mate's broken and he's mainly a prat
Still 20 Quid's in my pockets enough
To get wankered and a bird to stuff
Outside the club I'm in cue with the plebs
The lad behind me is fucked off head
I try to sneak in wi'out payin' the fee
A slag rats me out 'cause she's jealous of me
So I dance
And I Dance
Walk yup to a bird on the dancin floor
say 'pretty chickee can you give us some more?'
I'm ya'lad and I'm on the pull
She Manc kissed me on the front o' ma skull
So I Dance
You know I fuckin' dance
Eatin' chips after a night at the club
Some lads come up and say 'give us your grub'
I say 'back the fuck up ya cheeky chavs'
Assert myself to get fuckin' stabbed
Wake up in the back of a van
I'm lookin' up at the ambulance man
Think 'bet this lad's a dancer like me'
Let's have a party, let me off'a this trolley
So I dance
I fuckin' dance
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8. |
Fro - Weed Life
02:12
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I bought a bag of this shit and took the craziest hit
Now my mind's fucked up, I'm seein' doubles and shit
Staring at the wall, everything's on fire
You claim to be this high but I know U's a liar
Cuz only I can get the craziest weed
It fucks with your head, you think you took E
This'll be the crazy shit to make you puke
You leanin' on the toilet like your Jordyn Fouques
I grow this shit while you suckaz at work
I fucking light up a cannon, fly to church
the weed is my god, in the dope I trust
For you it's a hobby, for me it's a must
If I don't get my smoke, I get crazy like a rhino
Eyes go red, like an albino
Nature's jungle, I would be the lion
I'll eat your fucking shit and then leave you crying
Weed life, I live for the Chronic
Weed life, it's straight thuganomics
Gettin' high, gettin' laid
It's my life every day
Gettin' stoned, getting' crunk
You'z a rookie, little punk
My whole life is based on the plant
You'll never understand this life, you just can't
Fuck my friends, fuck my mother, fuck my daughter that I feed
The only thing I care about's the motha-fuckin-weed
When I'm high, my mind's flying solo
Favorite munchie food, it gots to be the Rolo
Munch out/punch out, It just don't matter
When I take a hit, you bitches best scatter
Everyone else is just smokin' like I'm cocky
Pretend that this is boxing, fuck I'm Rocky
Left, Right, Left, Right, upper cut
I'm the dope master, just call me King Tut
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Billie don`t rock the boat
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as you beat your wife in a drunken stupor
who could have foreseen your future
you never made it past grade 9
helped you captivate the redneck mind
you fat fascist fuck, king ralph alberta
oil companies let you get away with murder
backwards farmers capitalists and crooks
white supremacists vote for you in Brooks
at the homeless shelter that fateful night
throwing change and insults you have no right
king ralph alberta
the public will vote you back
feed us more shit for a snack
you never cared what good people said
and now you've fully lost your head
ignore your liver, pound the booze
and now you're gonna sing the blues
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Ronnie - Is Roger there?
02:05
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Is Roger there?
Who the fuck are you to call here you son of a bitch?
Why don't you go fuck yourself.
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Time to get Glory Glazed
I'm pulling through the drive-through
I can't wait to see you
I leave the pickup on
The line up's half an hour long
I understand your man is in Afghanistan
He's protecting our freedom
Those Arabs, we're gonna beat 'em
You're my large double-double
I'm your Chevy truck full of trouble
I'm your large cream supreme
You're my carrot top muffin
Cherry pie explosion
Two little buns toasted
You're my everything bagel
I'm the roast beef in your sandwich
How's abouts we go for an Ice Capp nightcap
You're my large double double
I'm your Chevy truck full of trouble
Call me long John
You're my honey dip
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No deal! - Junkie Joe
00:36
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Where is the Oxy Man who lives by the bank?
Who frolicked in the alleyway
Deep and dark and dank
Together they would pop in their varied hues
Wander through his days on whites
and tumbled down with blues
junkie Joe's forever but not the oxy high
Twinkling things, prescription things soon plummet from the sky
One grey night it happened, Donnie withdrew from this world
No more delicious oxy coloured cotton candy swirls
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Donnie no longer went to play along Cherry Lane
Without his life long friend Joe could not be brave
So Joe that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave
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walking down the street I want to kill myself
I'm gonna fall real hard, gonna lose my health
gonna chug the bottle or hit the rock
either way it don't matter cause I'm straight to the cock
I wanna fucking die I'm so sick of this shit
life don't matter, not even a bit
I wanna drink myself to death and six feet is where i'll go
love is hell I'm gonna kill myself
fuck this shit I'm done with life
it's either the gun or the noose or the knife
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I like it but I don't get it
I'm they're all gone once
they are gone damn fools
how has your day been going
I don't get them i don't care
how is she going to get that thing around
that thing is smaller than the man who owns it
it's empty, find some place
I don't know anything
they're right and then they read and then they're right again
so I don't know what to do
I'm lucky to get there in my house
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20. |
Slutbarf - Zoo
01:04
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Eating out Oprah
Horses fuck me
Rimming the homeless
Seducing the hopeless
Cumming on mom
Choking my sis
Finger fuck hamsters
Rosanne'ing Tom Arnold
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