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I Huff Glue For A Living
02:32
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2. |
Lungs of Tar
02:35
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I walk deep inside the pit
Smell of sweat and fucking shit
I make my way up to the front.
I asked who's this cunt.
Who the fuck are you bitch.
Claiming you can hang with us.
Let's put those lungs up to the test.
We fucking only smoke the best.
Now rip that shit.
Don’t fucking choke.
Now clear that shit.
Don’t fucking choke.
Can you feel the head change?
Can you feel the couch lock?
Let me pack another one.
You will fucking smoke it.
Now rip that shit.
Don’t fucking choke.
Now clear that shit.
Don’t fucking choke.
Stay right here you little bitch
You’re not going to get too far.
What are you a fucking snitch?
Time to fill our lungs of - tar.
Taste the breath from your burning lungs as you focus through the haze.
Feel the weightlessness through the mind as your thoughts travel through the maze.
Open the world that has been blinded from you with every hit you take.
Notice that the pain goes away as the world you know is fake.
We just made another bet.
We’re not done with you just yet.
There’s no time to catch your breath.
You will soon have lungs of death.
Let me grind this nug right here.
Add some hash, some keef is near.
Packed in tight, now here is the light.
Just use the flame, don’t lose the fight.
Now rip that shit.
Don’t fucking choke.
Now clear that shit.
Don’t fucking choke.
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3. |
5 Layers of Beef
01:31
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I don't wanna go to work.
I don't wanna go to school.
I don't wanna go to church.
This is what I want to do.
I just want to drink some beer.
I just want to smoke some weed
I just want to bust some nuts
This is what I'm gonna do.
Drink and smoke until I'm faded.
Holy shit I'm way too faded.
I don't wanna go to work.
I don't wanna go to school.
I don't wanna go to church.
This is what I want to do.
I just want to drink some beer.
I just want to smoke some weed
I just want to bust some nuts
This is what I'm gonna do.
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4. |
Fecal Feast
02:52
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How do you expect me to trust you with the shit that comes from your mouth?
Spewing your lies for your own benefit, I am fucking sick and tired of it.
Now it ends.
Time to set the record straight, you are not that innocent.
I have seen you play your game, manipulation with no shame.
The taste of shit upon your lips must keep you very satisfied.
Feasting on the fecal matter based upon your life of lies.
Fuck, your life.
Fuck, your lies.
My fists tightens up with each word you say as it plops upon the platter you serve.
Fresh from a hole that's been fucked for years, you really have a lot of fucking nerve.
I just want to shove my cock, deep inside your filthy hole.
Just to plug up all the shit that’s taken all the lives you stole.
Thrusting hard I won’t hold back, I’ll fill your mouth wholesome “gak.”
The time has come to end this fucking feast of shit - that is your life.
Can you see the shit you leave?
Wipe your mouth and let me be.
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5. |
Dickteeth
02:10
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Oh my god!
Get out!
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6. |
He Came So Hard He Cried
02:49
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Wake up at the butt crack of dawn
You think it’s over?
We’re gonna drink another one
We haven’t met our quota
So pass me the soda
Lets mix it with some rum or whisky
Make it taste just like pussy
Drive by, triple shots
100 proof in plastic cups
Lemme get another cookie
So we take off into the night
How many bottles do you want?
“Say 10! Say 10! Say 10! Say 10!”
As we cruise down Vermont
Then drive back to the spot
And start this shit over again
Drive by, triple shots
100 proof in plastic cups
Lemme get a pizza slice
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