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from Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon (2007)
(We are going to have open sexual intercourse on every street corner of America)
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder That God must be one sick motherfucker So I bust a nut in the sky Spend another day waiting to die I came twice this shit as any German scheisse the flick I'll sperm on your perm, leave cigarette burns on your tits It's Mickey Avalon all up in your prom Pissing in the fruit punch with a baby blue tuxedo on The dopest rapper this century I sodomized your father in a federal penitentiary And on the day I got out I went to your mother's house and slept on the couch A street walker selling cock for rock At the flea market trying to hock my watch I stay on beat when I work the concrete Some honeys give me money, and others do my laundry Mickey Avalon, the kosher salami For twenty you get Chachi for forty he gets you Fonzie A motherfucker hustler kamikaze I use to bust tables but now I sell my body It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder That God must be one sick motherfucker So I bust a nut in the sky Spend another day waiting to die It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder That God must be one sick motherfucker So I bust a nut in the sky Spend another day waiting to die (Here is how we're gonna do it For the first time in America There is a generation of visionary-maniac-white-mother-country-dope-fiend-rock'n'roll-freaks Who are ready to get down) I deliver quick with the magic stick Tragedy subsides when honeys rub on it It's Mickey Avalon, dick thick as a baton The illest motherfucker from here to Vietnam I used to work nights at Hot Cock dot com But then I got fired when my mom logged on I'm on the run, my dad's a bum I asked my girl if she loved me and she just said 'ummm' I bust flows that turn nuns to hos So wake you from your slumber then shake you out ya clothes There aren't no other late night lover All up on the track like Scatman Crothers I'll bust through the shutters, masked in a rubber Duct tape your mother and butt-rape your brother Break down the lumber and shake my cucumber When you're at home alone you know my phone number It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder That God must be one sick motherfucker So I bust a nut in the sky Spend another day waiting to die It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder That God must be one sick motherfucker So I bust a nut in the sky Spend another day waiting to die It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder That God must be one sick motherfucker So I bust a nut in the sky Spend another day waiting to die It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder That God must be one sick motherfucker So I bust a nut in the sky Spend another day waiting to die |
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from Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon (2007)
I like a girl with caked up makeup
In the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time Who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand Bites and scratches the blinds But I ain't found one quite right yet So I step with pep to the park or supermarket Her apartment best be messy And Lisa don't mind when I call her Leslie She's gotta dress with class And Jean Paul Gaultier and a Hermes bag And four inch tips made of ostrich Sharp enough to slit your wrists her lips spread gossip Won't say sorry when she offends She comes over to my place in her old man's Benz In gold and silver and jewels of all colors And she doesn't take 'em off when we're tearing up the covers Come on and get it before I change my mind Come on kid, don't waste my time So rich, so pretty The best piece of ass in the whole damn city So rich, so pretty I like a girl who eats and brings it up A sassy little frassy with bulimia Her best friend's a plastic surgeon And when her Beamer's in the shop she rolls the Benz Manis and pedis on Sundays and Wednesdays Money from mommy lovely in Versace Costly sprees, it's on at Barney's And I love to watch her go through fifty g's calmly She gets naughty with her pilates body And thinks it's really funny when her nose goes bloody 'Cause the blow is so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty And makes her act more friendly Dance the night away And she won't say nothing when she makes your man stray Come on and get it before I change my mind Come on kid, don't waste my time So rich, so pretty Come on and get it before I change my mind Come on kid, don't waste my time So rich, so pretty The best piece of ass in the whole damn city I've had your kind before, Mickey Coke in my purse, Mickey Lock the door, Mickey You're just a midnight snack Shhhh, don't talk back You're just a boy Mickey You're just a toy Mickey You're just a boy Mickey Come on and get it before I change my mind Come on kid, don't waste my time So rich, so pretty The best piece of ass in the whole damn city So rich, so pretty So rich, so pretty So rich, so pretty So rich, so pretty So rich, so rich so pretty, so pretty Mickey, Mickey So pretty, so pretty Mickey, Mickey The best piece of ass in this whole damn city Mickey, Mickey The best piece of ass in this whole damn city Mickey, Mickey The best piece of ass in this whole damn city Mickey |
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from Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon (2007)
I had a baby named Jane
She could shake that thing Said her daddy used to hang with Johnny Coltrane She sang the soul train with a friend named Jen Her booty was bigger than a Mercedes Benz Jen was a hurty burty dirty little girlie I heard it from a birdie she could cook a mean turkey With gravy baby, baby, baby Baby was Jen's best friend And maybe If you were lucky Licky licky sucky sucky Mickey, Mickey, fuck me, fuck me More junk in the trunk than a Honda I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda One, two, three, four Get your booty on the dance floor Work it out, shake it little momma Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda Five, six, seven, now If you don't know, let me show you how To work it out, work it little momma I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda I had a princess, queen of incest She was inbred but Jean had big breasts And big eyes and a big ass to match Jean wasn't fast, she was easy to catch Then came Molly A hood from Hollywood High So fly she was transatlantic She was a manic depressive (manic depressive) Which was impressive Very impressive I had to test it Tasted like chicken and was lemon scented She took me home to her momma I taught 'em both how to Jane Fonda One, two, three, four Get your booty on the dance floor Work it out, shake it little momma Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda Five, six, seven, now If you don't know, let me show you how To work it out, work it little momma I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda I had a doll named Dana from Santa Ana She was a waitress at the Copa Cabanna She was slammin' and her ass was jammin' Like Janet Jackson in the Rhythm Nation Her brother Jason had a girl named Grace And you could see her ass from outer space So I landed on her planet And I planted a Mickey Av flag in it, dammit One, two, three, four Get your booty on the dance floor Work it out, shake it little momma Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda Five, six, seven, now If you don't know, let me show you how To work it out, work it little momma I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda One, two, three, four Get your booty on the dance floor Work it out, shake it little momma Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda Five, six, seven, now If you don't know, let me show you how To work it out, work it little momma I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda One, two, three, four Get your booty on the dance floor Work it out, shake it little momma Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda Five, six, seven, now If you don't know, let me show you how To work it out, work it little momma I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda One, two, three, four Get your booty on the dance floor Work it out, shake it little momma Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda Five, six, seven, now If you don't know, let me show you how To work it out, work it little momma I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda |
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from Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon (2007)
Liza was a lesbian who lived in the Bronx
She used to make me dinner When the winter's were long Liza packed a pistol And a train to St. John A long lincoln contenential took a boat near and far We used to count stars While Mary tended bar Liza's long term Lover Mary buried her last broad Stuck her twice quick, with an ice pick Workin' on the night shift Then took flight in light so bright it Hurt her eyes so she cursed the skies Gripping her purse tight bursting through The night With her hands washed clean Of the murder scene, she moved To New York City hung with Hookers and fenes Then one night she Met Liza in the bar that she worked Serving appetizers in a button down shirt, They got along and together liked high Heels and short skirts So Mary packed Her bags and she became liza's bird Then I saw less and less of Liza and the last That I heard of her Mary murdered her Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price For a fene while your teen do things you can't believe And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies So do what you gotta do to get off the streets Jesse moved to Hollywood to take his great chance With a dream in his heart And a blade in his pants Jesse waited Tables at a fancy place on Robinson When David Harses's daughter strutted In and spotted him She said 'hey little Cutie you're a beauty follow me', And took him to all the best parties in The city Introduced to the new Producers on the scene He did all he Could to get his face on the screen Jesse learned how to slouch with his ass On the casting couch And took it like a champ when they Passed him around He read script after Script and sucked a whole lotta dick But the only films that Jesse ever made Were jack-off flicks So one night he took The blade that he got from his pops, Dragged it across his throat and left a Note in the mailbox Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price For a fene while your teen do things you can't believe And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies So do what you gotta do to get off the streets Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price For a fene while your teen do things you can't believe And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies So do what you gotta do to get somethin' to eat Heidi wore a nighty when she worked on the Ave, and shiny black stilettos and a Red leather bag Heidi took the dough up Front and went south she would pick yer Pocket with cha dick in her mouth After she left the trick broke, she'd hit Him up for a smoke then count her loot And go shoot some coke she was cute As a button, sweeter than a muffin But Heidi slit your throat if you don't pay For her lovin me and Heidi first met on Vine and Sunset she was pourin' sweat Out the corvette she looked at me and Cringed said 'Hey you over there' if You've got the syringe follow me and Ill Share we went, back to my room and Used my harpoon noddin' off on the Couch watchin' cartoons and when the Sun went down, she said Ill see ya Around the last I heard of Heidi she had Moved outta town keepin' the place tidy For some high payin' fool one night she Thought she was a fish, and drowned in The pool Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price For a fene while your teen do things you can't believe And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies So do what you gotta do to get something to eat Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price For a fene while your teen do things you can't believe And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies So do what you gotta do to get something to eat |
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from Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon (2007)
Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend
Gettin' nude and rude in your bed Same dude that your sister like Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right Who that man in the black Sedan With two cheap hookers and a Mexican Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right Stab on the ave, on the back of green grass Young teen on the scene, no future, no past I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin' so don't ask nothin' 'Cause I only be talkin' out my ass Somethin' smells fishy and I don't know what But I got a hunch it's your lady I'm little bit country and a little bit punk I got a pistol named Sunny that whistles when he's rubbed The wrong way, Mickey Avalon song playing Strippers so strip's up, entrees for Dante Alighieri I seen a better day Wine, and cheese, fine ladies, and lemonade Gettin' paid for rhymes like these And I never even learned to say my ABC's With ADD I rock the beat Like AC/DC, deeds done cheep Who that dude sleepin' with your girlfriend Gettin' nude and rude in your bed Same dude that your sister like Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right Who that man in the black Sedan With two cheap hookers and a Mexican Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right Radio can't wait to play me From K-Rock in L.A. to rooftops in Haiti Hey baby, he's Mr. Wrong And maybe you should listen to the words in this song Bird on a wire, your skirt's on fire Now please take a moment to admire my attire Fresh white valleys and pink tube socks Tight gray Levi's and shirts with polka dots Rolex watch but it's fake Gold gazelle glasses and a platinum chain But it's fake, like your tits And your eyes, and your nose, and your lips, and your braids The glitz in LA got me ready to play Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day Every night on the Strip I slip and slide I'm that guy, call me Mr. Right Who that dude sleepin' with your girlfriend Gettin' nude and rude in your bed Same dude that your sister like Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right Who that man in the black Sedan With two cheap hookers and a Mexican Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right |
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from Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon (2007)
The road to the top, through crossguards and hard knocks
Copper penny times and endless city blocks Thieves straight as an arrow and crooked rent-a-cops Shooting craps in the back of vacant lots Free-range circus acts and worthless facts Dancing in my solar soggy bowl Dig 'Ems Smacks Fist-fucking faggots at the White on gymmats Rats run the wire while I'm looking for a match I go back and forth just like a Cameo song Honeys wanna love me but the line is too long I make 'em take a number Wake 'em from their slumber What you know about Mickey?(He's a bad motherfucker) Truckers get my digits off the stalls of rest stops I'm sick on the microphone like smallpox Wild-eyed babies go crazy when I rock Blind old ladies into diabetic shock 'Cause it's all the same when they call my name Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame There ain't no ball and chain, to hold me down I got a golden smile and a platinum frown 'Cause it's all the same when they call my name Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame There ain't no ball and chain, to hold me down I got a golden smile and a platinum frown I flow like Niagara, go tell your manager That Mickey Avalon ain't no motherfuckin' amateur I fly flicks with my dick at your camera I rip the stick out my girl's Porsche Carrera I brought your whole formula, just warmin' up Storm the frontline and then I find a spot for lunch Toxic-proof punch when the loot comes Rocket boosters with my boots on Underneath the tundra reach out for the Thundercats Holds no better than this brother act I ripped the rubber mats out your lover's pad And kicked your mother's ass right in front of your dad Last night, a brass pipe and a flashlight Smashed my crown and left me down with a black eye The bad guy, walking over landmines Who can't die but still tries 'Cause it's all the same when they call my name Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame There ain't no ball and chain, to hold me down I got a golden smile and a platinum frown 'Cause it's all the same when they call my name Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame There ain't no ball and chain, to hold me down I got a golden smile and a platinum frown Leave your God and your politics back at home 'Cause I just wanna drink and be left alone I gotta girl who likes to talk my ear off, see So when I'm at the bar stay away from me Don't ask for a smoke or to make some change I don't care about your kid or your menstrual pains You can call me rude but I like my solitude And we don't need to chat while we're playing pool So stay cool mister, I wasn't lookin' at your sister That snaggletoothed sea hag, lips all blistered Now rack the balls while I'm in the stall Pissin' out vodka and walkin' up the walls I turn off the ringer when my lady calls Don't point your finger unless you want a brawl I chalk up my cue and sink the eight ball Then reach into my pocket and light a Pall Mall 'Cause it's all the same when they call my name Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame There ain't no ball and chain, to hold me down I got a golden smile and a platinum frown 'Cause it's all the same when they call my name Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame There ain't no ball and chain, to hold me down I got a golden smile and a platinum frown |
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from Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon (2007)
For next to nothin', your soul could be mine
Now that I got your attention, look you dead in the eyes If you're gunna make a move, better be quick Because the last motherfucker stuttered and got clipped I stick and move like a dog in the night Who proud but won't growl before I'm gun' bite Street lamps light the way as I stray Past the corner liquor store and the penny arcade Juiced on bennys and hard lemonade I boost so many sweets I've got tooth decay Who say, that Mickey can't rock you right I've been up for 2 days straight and 3 nights I wear my lee's tight and tapered at the bottom I bought them at the swap meet in Spanish Harlem So if you got a problem, you know where I'm at Lurkin' in the garden with snakes and gutter rats At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swing So don't make nothin' more difficult Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swing So don't make nothin' more difficult Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull With eyes on the back of my head after dark I'm just a lone drifter on the lookout for a mark I've got angles that'll tangle masterminds with heart Fuck it I'll even run a bum for his shopping cart When I was young my father, rest in peace Taught me how to pick a pocket and copy car keys As a little boy I'd hop through chimneys Skilled at the art of making enemies So if you got beef better have good luck Because even if you knock me down, I'll get up And if you don't kill me, I'm gonna slice your gut With a straight edge razor Riddled with rust Blood lust takes me over when I close my eyes And look back over these jet black skies My time here may be short along So when I rhyme here I'm gonna light this on At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swing So don't make nothin' more difficult Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swing So don't make nothin' more difficult Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull What you lookin' at punk you don't know me from Adam And you have the nerve to step on my Chucks fuck that I wasn't brought up to turn the other cheek I'll break your mothers back, just for touchin' me I crush MC's with line step line they're mute Strangalin' triangles, spheres, and cubes The day old leader throwin' jabs and slabs Of meat, that hang on hooks and straight stink Go play the clubs that love to dance Where chumps step bump me as they walk on past Avalon don't care none for breasts Less they cook and clean and wipe my ass At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swing So don't make nothin' more difficult Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swing So don't make nothin' more difficult Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty Crazy ill mad rap My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty Crazy ill mad rap My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty Crazy ill mad rap My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty Crazy ill mad rap |
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from Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon (2007)
All my friends and all my lovers are... dead
Some from cheap narcotics and others from... lead The filthy rich and the dirt-dirt poor Are all the same when they can't take no more 'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are... dead A slit wrist leaves a mess On the breakfast table, oh yes Betta' cut deep 'fore you go to sleep Or in the morning you're the one who gonna have to clean Days I've seen make a priest lose his beliefs Like Kathy crawlin' 'cross the carpet in the bloodstained briefs Chewin' pills like she was starvin' for a taste of relief Her last wind was in the trash can; couldn't beat the disease All my friends and all my lovers are... dead Some from cheap narcotics and others from... lead The filthy rich and the dirt-dirt poor Are all the same when they can't take no more 'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are... dead Johnny made a record, went straight to number one But Johnny had a little fascination with guns And cocaine, he couldn't stand to take the slow train Got a little fortune, lost his breaks in the rain, ooo What to do when your luck is through Whether you come from the slums or live in Malibu Seen runnin' down the avenue Mickey Avalon with an attitude All my friends and all my lovers are... dead Some from cheap narcotics and others from... lead The filthy rich and the dirt-dirt poor Are all the same when they can't take no more 'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are... dead Lean Lee Tucker was a mean motherfucker Seen him knock a man clean out his corduroy slippers And that same man's queen, been that mouse who took a hit of Found him lifeless as a log in the Mississippi river Tara was a stripper, died on the shitter With a smile on her face and her hand on her liver But I ain't mad, I forgive her I just get a little sad every time I fuck her sister |
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from Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon (2007)
I stroll down the Ave like big Johnny Rogers
I pull tricks for a fix and tonight I got flows for hos with low self esteem and More for those swallow protein The kid from the 60s stars in skin flicks and Pays the rent inch after inch But now I get fly with lyrics While you guys be on some queer shit Check out the way I take a mark for All that he's got and a whole lot more 'Cause when your drawers hit your ankles I un'take the shank out my sock and take the bank roll Oh shit you just got lit by an illegitimate kid out the orphanage run and shit. Im cumin with styles you can't handle smoother than the velvet Elvis that was hanging from my mantle So light a candle and praise yo' Lord Mickey Avalon's some shit you can afford. All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline In a mask and jeans, girl I'll smash your dreams All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline In a mask and jeans girl I'm'a constraint hotty getting saucy at the swap meet If you want to party Get my number and call me From dawn to dusk I bust nuts and shoot Charlie When you got some money then come and get yo' jollies A Quarantine in this California dream All up on the scene dipped in Vaseline My foster parents told me that I could be Anything I wanted to so I became me Mickey Avalon, the kid who runs free Serving sucka mcs and getting paid for my delivery I freak beats that stain yo silk sheets Filthy on the mike like lenny bruce used to be They had brooster in the pantry, Howlin' like a banshee and Even when I'm wearin' panties I stay manly All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline In a mask and jeans, girl I'll smash your dreams All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline In a mask and jeans girl In the Hollywood hills, Swallowing pills, Tipsy off scotch whiskey, Sniffin' blow thro hundred dolla bills. I toast my (mostas) from coast to coast, In penthouse suits With out any clothes I used to stroll to avid holes in my shoes But now I fly first class and Bask in sun tanning booths. Hustling gay dudes for Quaaludes, Out by the pool, In a baby blue bathing suit. Waiting for Jesus to bring the juice I was payin dues while you was playin in school I took the whole scene over with the flow from my lips Here's an autographed picture for yo lil sis My days of turning tricks are behind me Unless you got the time to wine and dine me All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline In a mask and jeans, girl I'll smash your dreams All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline In a mask and jeans girl All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline In a mask and jeans, girl I'll smash your dreams All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline In a mask and jeans girl |
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from Mickey Avalon - Fuckin Em All (2009)
four little birdies in the back of the bar
with three other suckers tryna get in their draws two seconds later got my fist to his jaw cause by one in the mornin' I'll be fuckin' em all fuckin' em all fuck fuckin' em all cause by one in the mornin' I'll be fuckin' em all fuckin' em all fuck fuckin' em all cause by one in the mornin' I'll be fuckin' em all caviar; hey mama lemme rap at ya (okay) have you ever been to Africa? (no) have you ever smoked crack before? (haha) nice tights, nice go-go boots (haha) why lie when I could tell the truth? that ass is like a gold caboose oh no I can't hold my juice whatcha' lookin' at? turn around and lemme see that ass (ohhhh) I like it like that don't care white or black just nice and fat four little birdies in the back of the bar with three other suckers tryna get in their draws two secounds later got my fist to his jaw cause by one in the mornin' I'll be fuckin' em all fuckin' em all fuck fuckin' em all cause by one in the mornin' I'll be fuckin' em all fuckin' em all fuck fuckin' em all cause by one in the mornin' I'll be fuckin' em all back door man with the keys to the city she said "I love you, Mickey" it's hard to leave with a face so pretty that ass will make a grown man silly unhook the wonder bra one hand and drink in the other and i wont spill a sip when i reach into my pocket for a filter lit well tell me this little bitches the av's on the market for a mistress and I couldn't give a shit bout the riches as long as she suck dick and do dishes four little birdies in the back of the bar with three other suckers tryna get in their draws two secounds later got my fist to his jaw cause by one in the mornin' I'll be fuckin' em all fuckin' em all fuck fuckin' em all cause by one in the mornin' I'll be fuckin' em all fuckin' em all fuck fuckin' em all cause by one in the mornin' I'll be fuckin' em all I wanna touch you. I wanna taste you. I wanna take you, invade you degrade you I wanna touch you. I wanna taste you. I wanna take you, invade you degrade you four little birdies in the back of the bar with three other suckers tryna get in their draws two secounds later got my fist to his jaw cause by one in the mornin' I'll be fuckin' em all fuckin' em all fuck fuckin' em all cause by one in the mornin' I'll be fuckin' em all fuckin' em all fuck fuckin' em all cause by one in the mornin' I'll be fuckin' em all |
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