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try to make it a point to puke before you poop

im a stranger in a strange land
a strange man/who only wants to attract deranged fans/
everytime my plane lands/i wanna see lame parents/
trash american bandstands with thier bare hands/
these damn plans/to stack grands/pack grandstands/and get a percentage of every stamped hand/got me feelin like a canned ham/
im surrounded by shit i cant stand/
i grab 2 nines and spin around like a fan/
puttin holes in everybody's shirts shoes and pants/
simple plans and nipple clamps/
pistols push your wig back/
anything to make the kids laugh/
anything to disturb or distract/
my words blast/like nerve gas/to serve cats/that have obserd raps/
with dirtnaps/
a fluent student/that endin up puttin 2 in the teacher/
give u fluid to chew on/hot enough to melt the glue on your sneaker/deviant demeanor/made a deal with death that ended up screwin the reaper/
leave it to beaver/
my bitch got a head more chicken then weaver/
but her ass shake like a siezure/
so i could never leave her/

no justice, no peace
and i dont get no sleep
kill a cop and burn the priest
cut yourself if her kiss is a disease
she can tell her friends what she wants
but i bet she miss me when i leave.......


beauty is in the eye of the beholder/
as i get older i only get colder/
take me to california where they keep all the pretty people/
im a diseased needle/alka seltzer in a seagull/
forcefeed your mom broken glass untill shes full/
barely legal/but apparently evil/
actin like another tattoo will stop you gettin stared at by people/
call I.C.E or I.C.P. cuz i see me/
wit a dirty deck of cards in the back of your girls car/
on number 33/dirty deeds/
when she goes/to powder her nose/
im goin thru her purse for her weed/
if i cant find it im cursin her for bein cheap/
listen up sheep/
pay attention clones/
the cool kid is in the plain clones/
claimin it aint a shame if u smoke/
u aint alone/if u tryin to kill a lil pain thru your nose/
everybody needs a place to go/



no justice,no peace
and i dont get no sleep
kill a cop and burn the priest
throw it up if her kiss is a disease
she can tell her friends what she want,
i bet she miss me when i leave...............
Written by johnrot
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