1. |
Knowledge Pimp
00:41
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if you are a knowlede pimp
raise your motherfucken hands up
if you are knoweldefe pimp
you guiys are the coolest
you guys are the mother fucking best coause your knoweldge pimps
you giyus got wisdom your mother fucking wisdome hustlers
knowledge pimp
pimps
pimp
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2. |
Police Sniper Theme
02:56
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you're on the street
i'm looking out the window
i got you locked into my sights
i'm gonna let the bullet go
i want to see your skull shatter
police lives matter - not one bit
i want to see your blood splatter
your life doesn't matter you piece of shit
macing protesters in the face
shooting unarmed civilians
you deserve a fuckin bullet in the back of the brain
you mother fucking asshole
i want to see your skull shatter
police lives matter - not one bit
i want to see your blood splatter
your life doesn't matter you piece of shit
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3. |
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free couch on the side of the road
its got a couple of stains
its missing a few cushions
its been out in the rain
free couch, free couch
free couch on the side of the road
its got a couple of holes
it smells like shit and piss
it would great in your home
free couch, free couch
ah
free couch
oh
ah
free couch
ahh
free couch
oooaahaaaaa
free couch
aaaahhh
free couch
aaarrrg
free couch
free couch
free couch
free couch
free couch
free couch
aaaaaaaaaaa
wooooooo
free couch
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i'm gonna murder everyone in the world i'm gonna cut their fucking heads off
and when i'm done murdering everyone i'm gonna blow my own brains out
if i get killed before i can finisih off the job
i'll bust out of my grave and fire missiles at the sun
i'll fire missiles at the sun
i'm gonna murder every one in the world
and if i get murdered before i can kill everyone
i'll bust out of my grave and fire missiles at the sun
fire missiles at the sun
the rotting stench of putrid flesh will fill the air
rotting bone and burning teeth and burning hair
the smoke will circle and will blacken up the sky
i won't be satisfied until everyone has died
i'm gonna murder everyone in the world i'm gonna cut their fucking heads off
and when i'm done murdering everyone i'm gonna blow my own brains out
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5. |
Christmas Song
01:51
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santa claus is coming to town
get a rocket launcher and shoot him down
when he comes in on his sleigh
we'll fuckin blow him away
santa claus is coming to town
the decrepit fool
the entire north fuckin pole
is gonna get taken over by ghouls
let's take the power back
lets all loot santa's sack
let's all make christmas ours
let's shoot him straight to mars
santa claus is coming to town
the decrepit fool
the entire north fuckin pole
is gonna get taken over by ghouls
we're gonna break his fucking legs
we're gonna shoot him in the face
when he comes in on his sleigh
we'll fucken blow him away
let's take the power back
lets all loot santa's sack
let's all make christmas ours
let's shoot him straight to mars
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
ooooo
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6. |
R.I.P.
02:24
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this song doesnt have any lyrics
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