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Tytuł: Trinket Trading, Tick Toting, Toothless, Tired, Tramps.....(a.k.a. "7 T's")

  • Wykonawca: Guttermouth
  • Wy¶wietleń: 209
dancing round in circle staring at the sky
  spending hours on a corner trying to hitch a ride
  your girlfriend is filthy and stoned out of her mind
  she hasn't had a shower since 1969
  
  you can't even read you can't even spell
  begging and loafingis all that you do well
  your heads full of lice you navels full of lint
  don't you fucking breath on me go get yourself a mint
  frisbee playing hitchikers are lame...
  god dawn hippies always smell like shit, piss, hemp and eggs
  
  stringing lots of beads really ain't that neat
  dirty, drowsy hippie you need to wash your feet
  daisy pickin fruit cake always low on cash
  take yours magic beans and shove them up your ass!!!
  
  nothing i hate more dirty hairy chics
  the only things that like them are gnats, fleas and ticks
  always out to lunch always so confused
  i wonder if they'va ever own a fucking pair of shoes
  frisbee playing hitchikers are lame...
  god dawn hippies... smell!!!
  
  stupid lazy can't hold a job
  
  i'd love to disinfect you, shower you with bleach
  rock collecting moron, nothing but a leach
  make you clip you toenails, make you cut your hair
  rid the world of hippies, purifies our air