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Well Shit!
01:27
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Well Shit!
I don't give a good goddamn!
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Booze Song
02:10
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I once woke up on a cot getting hit in the face, with a rubber dildo, later that same night, I got socked in the gut, by my buddy’s ex-wife, she dropped me like a sack of potatoes, it was fucking hilarious…Booze makes my world go ‘round…Then there was the time, I blacked out and took a big fat shit on my neighbor’s balcony, my girlfriend had to come, clean up my fucking mess, while I passed out in the bathroom…Booze makes my world go ‘round.
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Safety in Numbers
01:44
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I know a guy who hasn’t stopped, hasn’t stopped, he hasn’t stopped counting
Ever since he learned, ever since he learned that there’s safety in numbers…
Someone once told me the grass is always greener, grass is always greener, greener on the other side
The grass is always greener because of all the shit…
Birds of a feather they tend to flock together, tend to flock together,
So I keep flapping my stupid fucking arms in the hopes that one day I’ll fly away, fly away on the safety in numbers…
Everybody knows it takes two to tango & two can keep a secret if one of us are dead
I’m starting to doubt all I’ve been taught, I’m starting to doubt that there’s safety in numbers.
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Fetus Bop
02:10
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Everyone’s looking for a meaning, I’m just trying to stop you fucks from breeding, there’s poison in the mother fucking gene pool, I’ve got a solution, it might sound a bit cruel, starts with a snip & ends with vasectomy, whatever it takes to make the playgrounds empty…here’s a hanger & a quick kick, in the blood you see you know, you’ll truly win, stitch up your cunts, no more dirty dicks…oh goddamn I think I’m about to throw a fit, I’m at my wits end with all this bullshit, blah blah blah, I’m only trying to thin the herd & I don’t know a better rhyme than fucking turd, for all these assholes god what a waste of space, breathing my air, disgrace to the human race…here’s a hanger & a quick kick, in the blood you see you know, you’ll truly win, stitch up your cunts, no more dirty dicks…I know ya probably think your kid’s special, well I’ve got some news they ain’t no different, than the rest of these dumb assholes, just a bunch of future cocksuckers, better off dead or in a dumpster, whatever it takes to end this blunder…here’s a hanger & a quick kick, in the blood you see, you’ll know you’ve truly won, stitch up your cunts, NO MORE DIRTY DICKS NO MORE DIRTY DICKS NO MORE DIRTY DICKS!
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Cigarettes & Whiskey
00:56
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Cigarettes & whiskey, I’m made up of… Cigarettes & whiskey ignorance & misery, bad ideas & bullshit, what ya see is what ya get…Cigarettes & whiskey, I’m made up of…Balls out history cockwash victory, fucked before ya kiss me shoot but I always miss me…Cigarettes & whiskey, I’m made up of…stupid laughs silent shouts, nothing worth talking ‘bout, bridges burned lessons learned, happiness I haven’t earned…Cigarettes & whiskey, I’m made up of.
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BuzzKing
02:12
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I don’t know what, what, what you heard about me, but I’m not into that, there’s not a lot of things that I think I’d say no to, but you just found one, LSD was good to me & on mescaline I couldn’t breathe, but I loved both of them, marijuana makes me wanna drink whiskey & fuck the night away, fuck the night away, fuck the night away…They call me the mother fucking BuzzKing, shoot my dope while I’m chompin on a chicken wing…Xanx & Loritab, handfuls I’d like to have, I swear I won’t overdose, cocaine & crack rocks, those are things I like a lot & I do’em all the time, whippits & ecstasy make me say whoopie & marijuana makes me wanna drink whiskey & fuck the night away, fuck the night away, fuck the night away…They call me the mother fucking BuzzKing, shoot my dope while I’m chomping on a chicken wing…I was doing snoots off stippers’ boodaloots, when you were in grade school, it’s fun to do mushrooms butt naked in the woods, orgy time all the time, marijuana makes me wanna drink whiskey & fuck the night away, fuck the night away, fuck the night away…They call me the mother fucking BuzzKing, shoot my dope while I’m chompin on a chicken wing.
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Inner Princess
01:20
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My inner princess cute & cuddly, my inner princess, bitch gets ugly…she’ll punch you in your mother fucking face…My inner princess dressed in satin, bloody knuckles what the fuck just happened…she’ll punch you in your mother fucking face.
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1 and 2 and fuck a buncha you…I tried being civil but I don’t know what to do, it takes a ballpeen hammer just get through, willfully stupid yeah you know it’s true, always sitting on your ass cause you’re fucking lazy too, I’m not trying to be mean but it’s bout to get obscene, goddamn grand slam if ya know what I mean, brush your teeth & get clean you stupid nasty fuck, won’t ya get the damn point I’m trying to say you suck…Whoa…1 and 2 and fuck a buncha you…Everything about you is the reason that I bitch, in order to help the world I’ll put your body in a ditch, but until that fateful day, hey, lemme just say I despise your pointless ass in every possible way, I know ya can’t help ugly, but you can fucking try, how’s the goddamn question but you’re only asking why, I suggest you shift your point of view & hide your stupid stare, cuz it’s getting old knowing that you’re breathing up my air…Whoa…1 and 2 and fuck a buncha you…I don’t know a better way that I can fucking put it, except to say I hate your ass & I think I’m bout to foot it, not a thing about you’s worth a flaming shit & it’d be super cool if by a car ya soon got hit, cuz you’re most of the reason that I don’t believe in god, it’s not so much an issue of religion being a fraud, but more a disbelief that anything omnipotent could ever think a cunt like you’s a fucking good idea…Whoa!
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Thoughts of You
01:35
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Hey there hot stuff I remember your vagina (it’s) tattoed on my memory next to tits & ass, public sex & S&M, swingers yeah you can bring a friend, it’s a nonstop weekend till it ends…You’ve moved on & I’m so happy, but I still jack off to Thoughts of You…Lord help me I can’t forget, all those filthy things we did, from ass play to sex slavery, there’s no line that ya wouldn’t cross, which is how I got my salad tossed, fun in bed now you’re stuck in my head…You’ve moved on & I’m so happy, but I still jack off to Thoughts of You.
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Ode to a Whore
02:01
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They say every heart is looking for love, well not mine, oh no, mine prefers the divine company, of a good whore, no bullshit here, just honest & direct, I’ll leave the money, on the counter & you leave, just as soon as we’re through, yeah…I get laid & you get paid (everyone wins in this game)…I like to cuddle as much as the next guy, we could even kiss on the mouth I don’t give a damn, but the one thing I won’t do, is fuck with feeling, we could even talk, if your mouth weren’t full of my dick, it must sound awful but at least I’m not, lying to you, I want what I want, yeah…I get laid & you get paid (everyone wins in this game).
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Spiders in Her Hair
02:35
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Nevermind my need to be alone, I just wanna hold you, I couldn’t even see the Spiders in Her Hair, does it sound like another pick up line, if I say I wanna stalk you, I just want the chance to get to know you & find out what ya taste like…Is this love or have I got it wrong again…Did you receive my sweet little gifts, of scabs & fingernails & is it still warm in you bed, or did they get the fire out? And if I misspell your name when I carve it into my chest, will you still uphold your end of, the protection order & know that I will always be a few feet behind you, a few feet behind you…Is this love or have I got it wrong again…I noticed that you’ve changed your locks & got a new number, I hope ya don’t mind, if I crawl through your bedroom window, I promise not to touch, I only wanna watch, I only promise not to TOUCH, I only wanna WATCH, just for a little while, just for a little while, just for a little while…Is this love or have I got it wrong again?
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Open Graves
01:34
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Everyone knows that ya can’t cure gravity & nothing’s gonna change what makes me happily avoid killing everyone in my path…I just wanna fuck fuck fuck some corpses, I just wanna fuck fuck fuck…Call me a pervert, a vulgar degenerate, it won’t be the first time that I’m hearing it, nor would I ever try & deny it, a dead boob’s still a boob &…I just wanna fuck fuck fuck some corpses, I just wanna fuck fuck fuck…nevermind the pleasantries it’s all in the name of fun, ‘code blue’ & ‘Haekel’s Tale’ all rolled into one, it’s a graveyard gangbang & I just wanna have some fun, so let’s say a thank you to these corpses that…I just wanna fuck fuck fuck some corpses, I just wanna fuck fuck fuck.
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Box Wine & Bubble Baths
02:20
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Box wine & bubble baths…I’m a hard-working woman, oh yeah, I deserve the finer things in life, so go and fetch me my box of fucking wine & please dear god go run me a bubble bath, a goddamned bubble bath…Box Wine & Bubble Baths.
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Fuck your face right in the ass, hope ya choke on broken glass, you’re a dickbag fuck stain, with your blood I’ll make it rain, all I know is you’re an asshole, say it again now, asshole asshole…poop mouth, mother fucker, mother fucker, poop mouth, mother fucker mother fucker, poop mouth, fuck you…Wanna know what grinds my gears, it’s fucks like you & all your fears, whine moan, bitch & complain, but whatdya do? Not a goddamn thing, a dickless turd is all you are, nothing but a seeping scar *or all I know is you’re an asshole, say it again now, asshole asshle…Poop mouth, mother fucker mother fucker, poop mouth mother fucker mother fucker, poop mouth, FUCK YOU!
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The Joes Oak Ridge, Tennessee
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