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Go to Hell
02:24
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Happy go luck ain't so lucky anymore
Many thought they'd go H.A.M., but they just got off soar
Couldn't carry a smile upon a selfie stick
You've been rolled like a Rick, right up the Astley quick
It's not our place here, I can tell.
Yonder, a unicorn is pissing in a wishing well
If you're wired for lascivious bonhomie
Mired deep in your creep, another cheap grip tease
Ain't you tired of chickens and chimpanzees
Bock bock bock, ooo, ooo, ooo
Banana point and squeeze
Why don't we go where we belong,
Throw wide the gates of fire
While the band breaks into song
Why don't we go to hell?
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I look like the enemy, I talk like the enemy
So that the enemy don't see me coming for him, baby
I don't get stopped, they wave me through
Helps when your eyes are Devil blue
Don't look at me like that, I'll burst into flames
Keep your head forward 'til we all board the plane
If losing's your thing, then we'll win when we wane.
Then I'll burst into flames and they'll forfeit the game
I want to burn shit, that's about it.
It's my game.
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Viral Sensation
02:34
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Girl, I want you back but that's just because I'm insecure
I just need a crack at being the man I never was before
Now I got a fool-proof plan and it sure won't make you sore
Gonna light a fire on Tinder like the king of the man-whores
I'm a viral sensation
Yo, baby, yo-yo, baby
Gotta keep it tight, swipe it right
Gonna swipe it right with all my might
That's a lotta heft, swipe it left
Yo baby, yo-yo, baby
If you're heart breaks then you know
You are the star of your own show
This would look great on video
Take centre stage, let the tears flow
I'm a viral sensation in a sheep fucking nation
If I could take back cruelty and give you wings
If I could tape that phone to your forehead
I'd be a viral sensation, sheep fucking nation
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Because you were made for Valhalla and Valkyries
Beyond the valley of the dolls
But until the Rapture descends there's still cause to pretend we're not
Living through free fall.
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Datin' Satan
03:06
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Oh, Lord, it's hard to be humble when you're perfect in every way
I can't wait to look in the mirror, I get better looking each day
Where does my heart beat now?
Well, try as hard as I can and firebomb fantasyland
Alienate who needs the alienatin'
When your datin' Satan
Now that I'm ok with the way girls play, it seems they want to stay
Where before they'd all fly away.
That's what you get when you're datin' Satan.
When you lend him your Celine Dion t-shirt,
He gonna tear off the sleeves and go free style
He gonna bust from the sty and go hog wild
When you're datin' Satan
Now that I'm ok with the way girls play, it seems they want to stay
Where before they'd all fly away.
And I say hey hey hey hey hey hey!
That's what you get when you're datin' Satan
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Barf Angel, you are the only one for me
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Beef it up
02:53
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You treat me like a pee-on and you expect me to bow?
Majesty, I'm a horn dog, all I do is bow-wow-wow
I can't say I'm forever but I'm definitely now
So let me show you how to make your love go...pow!
I can't say you're not funny, you're just not funny to me
I want to get so wasted and accomplish something great
And if I crash your party, maybe, baby, I'll be late
And make my date wait in a hepped-up matin' state
Don't pay me with your piddly pesos
I want to be bathed in your hot wet fat besos
In this short order you're my huevos rancheros
You want to beef it up?
Then we can beef it up
We'll grease and cheese it up, skeeze it up, ease it up again
I only have a single wish before I die:
It's to try and try and try and try and never buy.
I drew you in a mural stretched across the sky
Now I whistle through your bristles every time I fly.
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Crack Pappy
02:57
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Crazy sees me driving in my pink way-back
Crazy says "S'tan, man, how your love is crack
I can't wait to smoke you in my sugar shack
I'm weightless, waiting on my back"
Earthlings, you're crazy
Look mom, I'm on TV!
And though they've made an ass out of me
I'm a happy crack pappy
For seven measly dollars I could give you abs
But it won't mean whack if you're a slouching schmuck
C'mon now, chin-up, Chuck, this ain't no nip and tuck
You're weightless, so why you give a fuck?
Earthlings, you're crazy
Sending dick picks C.O.D.
OMG, it's a blushing stubby
Set a bird free, Jesus loves thee
Why? He's got good taste, it's plain to see
Now he's buzzing around me like a bumble bee
Because Jesus loves me.
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