Rock show You came to see a rock show A big gigantic cock show You came to see it all Rock show You came to hear it You came to sear it You came to do
They think that I've got bread They want to read my head The position is cool Like football star in school Someone to sell me Someone to tell me I'm
Alright, the feet in my boots are shakin' their roots for a reason I'm lookin' at you and you're too much to chew for a reason And the problems you got
The U.S.A. is movin' south Our power is mostly mouth Miami Beach to Malibu Hot weather makes 'em wanna screw Shemales, jumps bails Weird tales on the
I have a private hell of excellent quality I've dwelt there for years playing with my tears It's tasteful, luxurious and full of sexuality And though
Skull rings, fast cars Hot chicks, fancy things Skull rings, fast cars Hot chicks, money Fast cars, skull rings Hot chicks, fancy things Skull rings Skull rings
I took a poundin' from the radio today I heard the radio say some piece of shit Was the sound of today I took a bitin' beating When I saw my TV play
Whatever I'm sittin' like a stone on a solitary evenin' Without my girl, life has no meanin' She didn't say why and she didn't say what for She just
You didn't mean to do it but you did it again The night started out fuckin' around with your friends Somebody screamed and things went bad Now you're
I made love to a superbabe I kinda wondered how I did It may be pointless to describe her But she has the power of gravity She used a voodoo force on
I'm the kid that no one knows I live a life I never chose With these thoughts in my mind On my own, my own I'm face to face with the unknown My scary
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cold and your family Skull rings Fast cars Hot chicks Money Skull rings Fast cars Hot chicks Fancy things Fingers on fire to do what's bad Ring on
: (feat. The Trolls) The USA is movin' south Our power is mostly mouth Miami beach to Malibu Hot weather makes'em wanna screw Shemales, jumps bails
: (feat. The Stooges) You didn't mean to do it But you did it again The night started out Fuckin' around with your friends Somebody screamed and thingd
: (feat. The Stooges) Allright The feet in my boots Are shaking their roots For a reason I'm looking at you And you're too much to chew For a reason
: (feat. Green Day) I have a private hell Of excellent quality I've dwelt there for years Playing with my fears It's tastefull, luxurious, And full
