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Look at this guy,
He's a hairy mess.
The only thing bald around
Here is Kanye West.
Oh yeah big boy?
Look at these big ass balls,
Manifest destiny all over these walls.
We had a dream,
Sold it for gold.
Wagon split at the seams,
Left out in the cold.
Sexting in my wagon on the golden trail.
Smirnoff Ronnie & The California Gold Rush.
Going stir crazy from that Asia Girl.
These boots were made for walking
And that's what they'll do.
Let's do this shit,
Wait till you see my dick.
My dick in my hand,
Your tit in my hand,
I wish I had more hands.
I will ride from to sea to sea for the chance to dance.
This is the ass of destiny.
I am hungry like the wolf... for cock.
I bleed red, white and blue and shit pride.
Pride fuckers!
These walls are covered in gold.
(I struck it rich baby!)
These balls are covered in mold.
(waa-hoo, I got an itch baby!)
I sold my pride for the american dream.
Traded my wife for a sack of potatoes.
I fuck men, get over it.
(yeah baby!)
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Beach Boner Bathing Suit
02:57
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Look at my dick, watch it flop around.
Go to the beach with a girl named Steve.
Suck it, suck it, I wanna suck it, suck it.
Dave Hasslehoff, oh no, I forgot the milk.
Don't let it go to waste.
Bathing suit's so wet,
Too scared to swim, too scared to live.
The ocean is deep, the water is black,
His cock emerges.
Ripped up by the tide,
Swallowed by the seaman,
I think we're going to need a bigger boner.
I brought Ken Griffey to the party (come on),
Then my dad left mommy and left me at the beach.
Boys come together and fill my ass with sand.
Boys come together and call me the sandy man.
Joel Madden is on the beach, who gives a shit!
Fred Durst is serving drinks at the lagoon, so come and get it!
Beach boner bathing suit.
Grab your surfboards it's going to be a wild ride.
Wow, look at that dolphin over there.
Wow, these waves are crazy, ahhh!
Look at that penis.
Clear the beach.
There's a boner at sea,
Throbbing through a bathing suit.
Now he's looking at me.
Boner (x1000)
So come and get it.
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Blockbuster Graveyard
02:36
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Rewind the tape,
Don't be late,
I'll walk for days through these blockbuster graves.
I'm Twister, I'm King,
I'm a figment of your dreams.
My collection was deep,
Now one tape remains,
Like a diet coke with lime,
I'm running out of time.
I was frozen today.
Bounty hunter from space,
From a DVD race, I came to pound your face.
Everyone pop it in your video cassette player and pull down your pants.
Jerk off your cock (cock), jerk off your horse (horse),
Jerk off your friend (what?) and fuck him through a wormhole.
Yahhh
Mount your horse, ride the lighting,
blazing saddles through the field of dreams.
Welcome, Welcome to Blockbuster Graveyard,
Showdown, Showdown at Blockbuster Graveyard.
Two men in a field,
A VHS, A DVD,
A coffin for one,
Who will win?
Let's see...
I caught you spatting off my stang!
I reckon you won't be whacking off any steeds no more.
You ain't getting this VHS tape Calamity James.
Nathan's was outta hot dogs today, what a god damn ruckus!
I reckon you haven't pulled out your cahck in a while.
Oh, you never seen a cahck like it!
I better not watch you cleaning my saddle.
What! I thought we was talking about the cahck!
I'm gonna take you out to the pasture and show you a thing or two.
Two pistols loaded.
Two men in the field,
One with a rifle,
One with a pistol,
Two bullets,
Two men in the field.
Boom, you're my everything,
It's all come down to this.
Two men see eye to eye, with no time to waste.
Tits.
Boom, Olmec Sings the Blues.
So put em' hands up, put em' hands up.
My dick, your hand, his face,
No tapes, no graves.
V,H,S, Watch em with your dick out.
This ain't no brokeback mountain
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This estate’s burning
Burning to the ground
We can be saved
With pride…
Kirk Fogg’s the Man
We love to dance (ass naked)
We do what we love
Here comes the jam…
Naked…
Fucking sex
Sweet, potato dick
Four score and seven years ago
Saw ya dancin’ with your butt out baby…
Saw ya dancin’ with your butt out baby… (assless chaps)
Put on some fucking pants…
You slut… fuck…
Motherfucker…
Pants…
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… (Breathe)
Abe Lincoln…
Freed the slaves…
Abe Lincoln…
We’re all slaves…
From the North, Honest Abe
From Illinois, Freed the slaves
Oh.
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