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Smack Hunt
01:22
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I'm not waiting for my man
I'm going to the source
I got a better plan
Gonna kill him steal his horse
Do it tonight
And tomorrow I'll gloat
I'll be feeling alright
He'll be clutching at the gash that was his throat
Cuz I'm going on a smack hunt
And I'm gonna get what I want
Going on a soak hunt tonight
Going on a smack hunt
And I better get what I want
Going on a smack hunt tonight, alright
King of the block
And man of the week
Till I cut off his cock
And made him feel meek
Took his whole stash
It went straight to my vein
Took all his cash
And spent it on more smack and Night Train
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Macho
01:51
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We're hitting all the liquor stores all the way to Mexico
And shooting up the jockeys at Unocal and Texaco
Cuz it's a high rolling weekend, we'll have lots of fun
Just bring lots of booze and bring a big gun
Just like in the movies, just like on TV
Mow them fuckers down, ignoring their pleas
If you're feeling down just take some more cocaine
It's like the Great Train Robbery, without the Train
There's no cops around, knock 'em back and shoot 'em down
Don't let them make a sound, put them six feet underground
Dropping lead by the pound, leave them in a fleshy mound
Shot, stabbed and sometimes drowned, sometimes burnt black and brown
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Coming of the Lord
01:46
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My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord
He's mad about his kid and he's sick of being whored
And if you're really really good a quick death is your reward
Hi truth is marching on
(Traditional)
So you broke the eagle's neck and you kicked Sam in the bag
And you raped Lady Liberty and knifed the fucking hag
And there's a line around the block just to burn your fucking flag
His truth is marching on
(Traditional)
They inherited your ass, so blessed are the meek
It's their God-given right to drop their load between your cheeks
As the rivulets of cum run down your legs like milky creeks
His truth is marching on
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Chef Love
02:07
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You laugh at my French fanfare
But I never really care
If you only knew
Your Soup DuJour is filled with my spew
In the kitchen cooking something
In the kitchen cooking something
In the kitchen cooking something
In the kitchen cooking something up with love
'Cause I'm the type of guy who always gets the last laugh
I'm the type of guy who jizzes in your half & half
Use a fist full of pubic hair to season the special dinner plate
I got a secret recipe call Creme de la Masturbate
It's the white sauce on your steak
It's the cream in your milkshake
It's scrambled in your eggs
I've even fucked your turkey leg
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Gonorrhea
01:39
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So you lived a virgin all your life, first girl you nailed ended up your wife
You fell into a marriage trap and then she left you —with the clap
You don't know why it hurt to pee, you always thought "it won't happen to me"
But now your face is torn and wracked, as the doctor scrapes your urinary tract
Gono—Gonorrhea
Or you're in a stupor at the bar, your drunken legs won't take you far
All you wanted was a ride home, but you ended up giving her the bone
Like a trapped coyote you awoke, or the victim of some cruel joke
Ran away to leave it all behind you, but she left you something to remind you
Gono—Gonorrhea
She left you with nothing but VD, yea
Or you met the man of all your dreams, he a starter on the football team
He's nice, sincere, and really cute and into you his load will shoot
He'll pick you up in his manly arms, and pick you up with his manly charms
But if you knew the truth your blood would freeze, he's given you his manly disease
Gono—Gonorrhea
He left you with nothing but VD, yea
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PPPPSMB
01:34
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Martyrdom, you sure are dumb
Your mouth moves like you're chewing gum
Got a lot to say, say it every day
You're a cow with a cud of pre-chewed hay
Tired tirade, your game's been played
Like a moral moron panty-raid
Like your counterparts, you're not that smart
And I really don't think you have a heart
Maybe I just don't get it
Maybe I just don't care
In Berlin '39 you'd be a Nazi
Suck my balls, you PC paparazzi
An image to wear doesn't mean you care
America's nightmare isn't spiked hair
You're a slat in the fence, a target audience
If you opened your eyes it would all make sense
Like a high school clique, you make me sick
You're a captain with a team to pick
Your yawning maw, your jabber jaw
Well after I'm through you'll eat with a straw
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Mr. Braidy ✓
02:08
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Go Felcher! ✓
01:29
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Hong Kong Whore ✓
02:23
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Music & Lyrics: Seth Justman
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