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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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Fetus Bop
02:05
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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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Ya ain't gotta gotta go home, but you
Can't die here, I'm sorry dude
We had a lot of fun, but ya took it too far
And now I need ya to get outta my car...
I'm gonna leave ya lying in an abandoned lot
We're hoping for the best, but ya get what ya got...
(I'm not going, I'm not going, I'm not going to jail for you)
I'm sure it sounds awful, what I'm saying
But I need ya to know, that I ain't playing,
Ya ain't gotta go, home but you're
Not dying here, that's for sure...
So, take your ass down to the Arches
Everyone knows, how the drug game marches...
(chorus)
Marijuana, pain pills, estacy
Cocaine, heron, methamphetamine
I sell it all, all right here
So it's super important that I make this clear
Ya ain't gotta go home, but ya can't die here!
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All Out
01:57
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All out I'm all out I'm all out of clowns to punch. All out I'm all out I'm all out of legs to hunch. All out I'm all out I'm all out of dope to smoke. All out I'm all out I'm all out of holes to poke.
(and) I'd rather die than breathe my next breath, knowin full-well there ain't much of nothin left, (that) connects me to this rotten fuckin world. So i'd rather die than waste my next breath. trying to explain how I got nothin left. Nothin nothin nothin left in me...I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK WHAT YA THINK ABOUT THAT!!!
All out I'm all out I'm all out of hopes & dreams. All out I'm all out I'm all out of EVERYTHING. All out I'm all out I'm all out of life to live. All out I'm all out I'm all out of fucks to give...
(and) I'd rather die than breathe my next breath, knowin full-well there ain't much of nothin left, (that) connects me to this rotten fuckin world. So i'd rather die than waste my next breath. trying to explain how I got nothin left. Nothin nothin nothin left in me...I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK WHAT YA THINK ABOUT THAT!!!
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Box Wine & Bubble Baths
03:05
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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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Night of the Creeps
01:39
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Alien slug things, come to ruin Earth's Day. Poor sheriff so and so, he just don't know. Sitting around killin time, waitin on Miller Time. Then the phone rings, you just wouldn't believe. How he answers it, god it's so cool. All he says is...THRILL ME! The good news is your dates are, the bad news is they're fuckin dead!
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BuzzKing
02:00
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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
01:19
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Fuck your face right in the ass, hope ya choke on broken glass, you’re a dick-bag 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 dick-less turd is all you are, nothing but a seeping scar *or 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!
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The Joes Oak Ridge, Tennessee
since the dawn of time, The Joes have been rocking stages, kicking ass, drinking booze, and just generally being AWESOME!
Fast & Vulgar's the recipe & we're always baking up a batch of gnarly. Come see a show
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