hope there's one more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer More beer, more beer
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there's a sinister feeling brewing bout a women and her non-stop yap in a couple weeks she'll be stewing bait the hook of a tender trap spend your money
better of for it strike while they're all asleep strike kill the common creep strike they messed with the best now they die like the rest strike give 'em one more
beer with fear can't wait till friday night it's time to fuck or fight we'll get a gut full of suds we'll go hammer some cruds have a beer with fear cold
made it out the door before the phone rang made it out the door before the phone rang knowing the time ain't gonna get me there quicker knowing the time
we're sitting at the table and we're feeling un and able and we're sitting at the table and we're waiting for the meat where are we oh one of them's
welcome to the dust ward brain damaged but it's only permanent and i hang out in the day room with a strait jacket set with a strait jacket set i'm in
I love livin' in the city [x2] My house smells just like the zoo, It's chock full of shit and puke! Cockroaches on the walls Crabs crawlin' on my balls
fierce thighs pierced eyes a bleeding heart that was ripped apart the flesh you saw was eaten raw love songs love song blue vain vector inject her null
i am a doctor i know what you need a pelvic sort of examination there'll be no pain no pain no pain no pain no pain i am a doctor have a seat will ya
in half So stop [? ] the funk and start shaking ya ass Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasion rapping Just Blaze on the track What the fuck is more
party and drink pop (gulp gulp) Shaved my armpits and wore a tank top Bad Boy, I told you that I can't stop You gotta make em fear you 'fore you make
next victim of the dance that broke my jaw Please don't get near You're the next victim of the dance that broke my jaw Have some more beer, no fear gear
all they wanna do is make another bust well the polyester khakis they were filling me with fear that's why i go down town and buy some more beer! control
hopped off da plane, came back from Vancouv' Little white tee, some boobs, and bamboo. White girls tell me, "hey Nicki, your camp rules. Is that why you get more
up clapping ya ass Why you think the traffic lights, they blink at late night They don't want you to stop cause the streets'll be filled wit red stripes Like Jamaican beer
