1. |
Baby-Man
01:23
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I’m throwing a fit
I just can’t help it
I’m a baby-man
Need you to wipe my ass
I’m crying out loud
Just punch me in the mouth
I’m throwing a fit
And no one gives a shit
So I just get louder
Knock me off my tower
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2. |
Dented Head
01:26
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Born sideways a twisted man
Doc clipped my dick and slapped my can
Dented head
Don’t know right from left
Piss on my pants and holes in my shoes
A dent in my head with a face to match too
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3. |
Born and Bred
01:31
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People walk around me
Can’t stand the smell
I tell em fuck off
They can go straight to hell
Born and bred
Good for nothing
Born and bred
Let me tell ya something
I know I look like shit
It’s just the way I am
Product of my environment
Son of a bitch just like my old man
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Mister Dog Shit
01:21
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Getting sick of being nice
Wanna start a street fight
Gonna swing at the next mother fucker I see
It’s either him or me
It doesn’t matter who it is
Anyone can get it
I’ll smack your kid
Call me Mr. Dog Shit
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5. |
Maniac
01:11
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Crack this bottle over my head
Look out darling here comes the blood
You want me to act my age
But I just want to fuck and rage
Maniac
I’m bored to death with the everyday bullshit
I want to kick and punch and spit
And anyone who gets in my way
Has got a hefty price to pay
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Talkin' Shit
01:26
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I’ll take another punch
From this asshole acting tough
Yea he kicked my ass
But I keep getting up
Another fight
I’ll never win
But that don’t stop me
From talkin' shit
The day I stop running my mouth
Is the day I drop dead
Spit in this jocks face
Got knocked cold again
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7. |
Gift Brick
01:23
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I really hate to hear you speak
I wouldn’t mind if you stopped breathing
If you could hear yourself whining
You’d consider hanging
Now close your eyes
You got a gift
As I throw this brick
As time goes by you’re getting worse
You love to bitch and moan and curse
So have this gift, a heavy brick
And smash your goddamn jaw
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8. |
Time to F
01:28
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Is it time to fuck
I been very nice
Is it that time to fuck
You control the nite
My shirt is smelling clean
I even brushed my teeth
If it’s that time of the month
We’re both gonna bleed
You said you like it rough
You like a little choke
But when my pants come down
You’re laughing at this little joke
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Bunch of Fives New Bedford, Massachusetts
B.O.F.
Sgt. Vaughan - Hard-Ass
City Boy AJ - Infantry
Teddy - Band-aids and Hookers
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