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Areola Grande posted:
it was the line about refried beans. it's pretty distinctive. I'm reminded that once in my freshman year of college (05-06) my drawing professor asked me what I was listening to and I told her I was listening to Mr. Bungle. She was like "fuuuuuuuck people still listen to Mr. Bungle? they were big when I was in high school." the point of my story is that everyone who listens to weird adjacent music between the ages of 50 and 30 has probably heard that record a few times.
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# ? Jul 27, 2024 03:40 |
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essentially if you wanna work there, don't mention me they'll cut in half your pay and punch your face as a penalty |
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Dead boss Somebody call Red Cross I guess he got caught up in my mental holocaust How much did it cost? Just a little piece of my mind for peace of mind (But he's bleeding) Oh, no, leave him He'll be fine He'll heal on his own If you just give him some time Considering the fact that his face is misaligned His legs are over there lying right next to his spine (Lunchtime) |
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Touch me, I'm sick!
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Livin' on the road, my friend Is gonna keep you free and clean Now you wear your skin like iron And your breath's as hard as kerosene You weren't your mama's only son But your favorite one, it seems She began to cry when you said goodbye And sank into your dreams
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we've got to install microwave ovens
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AS HE LIGHTS AN AMERICAN SPIRIT HE ASKS HOW I CAN SMOKE SUCH poo poo |
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I'm breathing the fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of oxygen 🎵
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rear end-penny posted:AS HE LIGHTS AN AMERICAN SPIRIT HE ASKS HOW I CAN SMOKE SUCH poo poo Cigs of my hometown
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But, no! It can't be true I could fly if I wanted to |
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well I was grateful that I had some coffee studying the movement of our feet I stopped paying attention to what I was thinking cause that tends to make me unhappy |
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I'd shower you in coconut cream pies
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hold my breath as I stare into the TV set I'm empty, yet somehow filled with regret Cause the life you deserve Is with the trash out on the curb
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You admit, you think we're fated I'll be lucky to be your third wife |
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forty ounces and Fruit Loops smoke a camel drink coffee wishing to be somewhere else but I did the right thing
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The chance that he ever reaches any place suitable to support life in his lifetime's pretty low (Get low) Pretty low (Get low), pretty low (Get low), pretty low (Get low) And the chances of him of ever seeing anybody that he knows are even lower So he's making up his mind to just go (Let go) Just go (Let go), just go (Let go), just go (Let go) So it's one shot in the arm (One shot in the arm) Hazy in the head (Hazy in the head) Set the timer once (Set the timer once) Lay down in the bed (Lay down and) Close the hatch, trying to clear your mind Cause nightmares and alarms blowing, kill the time If you have a God, say something sublime Deep breath and leave it behind; you ready to— (Jump) Be right here when you wake up (Jump) There'll be no here when you wake up |
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You stupid dumbshit goddamn motherfucker
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squishy transmission was caught in drive |
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thanks thanks a LOT I GOT A BROKEN HEAAAAAART that's all Ive got ya made me cry n I cried a lot I lost yer luuuuuuv baby, thanks a lot
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I wish I felt nothing then it might be easy for me like it is for you |
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Ooga Chaka Ooga Ooga Ooga Chaka Ooga Ooga |
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Finger Prince posted:Ooga Chaka Ooga Ooga
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Hemoglobin, cat hair, peanut butter, coffee Born with a cough and a Finger in the frosting i can't stop sweating People at the store say "I think that man's melting" The fan's not helping |
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Mick Jagger kissin' froggie's lips Sudying films of froggie's hips His eyes are closed 'cause he's off in a world of ecstacy Where froggie folks get the froggie scene |
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iiii neeeeeeed to smoooooke
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Life's not a bitch: life is a beyotch Who keeps the villagers circling the marketplace Out searching for the g-spot Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests Or maybe you're just an rear end in a top hat – maybe I'm just an rear end in a top hat! Kiss the speaker wire (*kiss*) |
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we don't talk to police we don't make a peace bond we don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns we rely on the streets we do battle in the hood i was born in the g code embedded in my blooooood
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poop poop ship poop ship...destroyer
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Critics say "Go to Hell" I go "Yeah. Stupid motherfucker I'm already there!"
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hello |
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after Cold Vein and Doomsday we don't need no pop REVOLUTION we hit cops with judo chops now all that you see is red black and green know I'm down for my team they killed Radio Raheem! now I wanna smoke a blunt you know, blow off some steam? open my mouth like Godzilla, and all you see is light beams now this rap poo poo ain't all that it seems you can leave it to the super friends to spill the beans |
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chick bit my head off but the rear end was magick should have seen the tattoo on her back of a praying mantis |
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WHENEVER I RIDE WITCHU I FEEL LIKE SKORFACE
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stack that cheese
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Stretch 'em out in broad daylight motherfuck the witnesses Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette As the sun frowns on my forehead I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man bringing more bad news than Schlepp Rock When I bust shots W.C. keep the hammer cocked
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we're on a hosed up cruise god is dead but at least we have booze |
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nipples sticking out like missiles
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I fell out with being broke used to add a little water to the bottom of the joy soap im ghetto like pig feet ghetto like tire marks in the street ghetto like gettin pinched ghetto like a punishment for weeks
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Sell all ur poo poo get on a plane so you can fly awayyyyyyyyy
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# ? Jul 27, 2024 03:40 |
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got my thing long like the restaurant (crustacean)
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