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drink that beer fuck that bitch drink that beer fuck that bitch now
won't you do it now, i'm gonna do it now...
i wanna do it now...yeah, yeah
drink that beer like a good man should
travel to washington dc, holding my wood, holding my wood
i'm gonna tell you a story about sth that never happened to me
like fucking a beautiful bitch in washington dc, i never did that
and i'll never do that, i'm gonna sit in this room and rot
til i'm a hundred and 55 years old, and i've got sth that's made of sth
that's more worthwhile than gold
and it's called miller high life
i don't understand why i've suddenly, suddenly warmed up to the idea
of killing myself, killing myself, i would like to die soon
this guitar sucks major dick, shit's blowin up all across the usa
and i'm responsible, yes i claim responsibility for all these terrorist attacks
i'm the one who sits in a bedroom and whacks
and uses vibrators up the ass, ass, oh yeah, oh yeah
i like to fuck, i like to suck, this song doesn't have lots of good words
doesn't have anything that would impress cameron
but it might impress you...
fuuuuucking fucking cunt, cock, balls, quief, fucking peckerwood
a la la la motherfucker, come to my house and say it to my face
i am a man who can make your life better
i am the man who will give you his sweater
i'm a man who's in control of his faculties
ugh! ugh!!!!!!!!! uhh.... uh....oh..oh yes...cyclical patterns of dissonance
resonate in my facilitating falsified proletariat pantomime
i want 10,000 dimes, give me a knife so i can die
i lick 10 billion cunts, i like to lick them forevermore, yeah
oh yeah!!! obsess over my internet presence
obsess over my stupidity, i am the man with which you have to deal
when the hostage situations go down
i am the man with the gun, the bomb, the plane
i've got bioweapons, yeaaah i've got bioweapons
yeah, i've got weapons, i've got weaponnnnnnnnnnnns
i've got weapons. ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ahhh ahh ahh ahhhhhhhhh
was that good enough
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