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Guttermouth The Album Formerly Known As Full Length Lp

know what the hell i'm on so 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!! kinky hair when i wake up straight when i go to bed my dad speaks jive talk to me, don't know what

hey blood come around come check out my part of town i want to see you there tonight but in my neighborhood you know the chicken's good i want to see

neatly stacked next thing you know, grab some beans stuff that shit right down your jeans we run, we hide your diet's refried gas out...next thing you know

you're a hypocrite, and i don't know why you're a hypocrite and i don't know why your life's filled with distortions and lies see you at a party, don't know

most girls i know are so lame red hot bods they're all the same nothing in between the ears just lots of space six cans of beer to fuck see you later

fried pork steaks! skinless boneless chicken breasts! Says Mr. Barbeque! Mrs. Brown is fine and now it's time to dine! Grab yourself a plate, the pork is really great! You know

let's rock and roll baby cause there's no such thing as love get busy rocking baby get busy rolling show what you got inside get busy rocking get busy rolling i know

american flag waving high protecting it i want to die i don't know about you man but i'd rather die than live under communist rules let 'em go ahead

shouldn't have a name you want to be a psycho want to cause some pain what do you want me cause i don't want you why do you hang around when you know