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Guttermouth

bird And every other word is from the Guttermouth She grabs her crotch in public And I guess that they're all stuck with The Guttermouth, Guttermouth Guttermouth, Guttermouth

April 26th, 1942 There was a riot on the streets Tell me where were you? While you were sittin' home watchin' your TV While I was participating in some

hatred is okay disobey disobey i'm fucking pissed break somthing today always look pissed don't dress nice don't be helpful carry a knife never think

we run with the night we enforce in the night everybody knows we enforce in the night everybody knows we run with the night black enforcers we enforce

go fuck your system I'd rather die than support your terrorist war leave it alone you levy your tax deny me a job fucking cops harrassing me just tell

Bullshit, bullshit, full of shit Bullshit, bullshit, full of shit You can't say ten words Without telling a lie You always bullshit Bullshit gets you

She's got the healing powers of medicinal marijuana And she feeds herself the same ole crap she feeds to her iguana And she won't go to the bar God forbid

every time i look at your face it makes me want to taste it makes me want to taste it every time i look at your face, it makes me want to rip my heart

Foolish thing to ponder, a more foolish thing to do I'm pretty fuckin' glad that I'm not you I know she was expecting, ah, we'd get married anyway A house