| Fuck Boulevard beer and their corporate bosom
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| I’d rather drink with an agnostic woman
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| Fuck Applebee’s and their corporate bosom
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| I’d rather drink with an atheist woman
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| Fuck the young republicans and their corporate bosom
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| I’d rather drink with an agnostic woman
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| (Hey Kansas City, no more drinkin' Boulevard beer, it’s Flying Monkey mother
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| fucker. |
| here we go)
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| Hey yo Jerry Falwell’s dead, everybody limbo!
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| Rap music is the new disco!
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| I kick drums down the stairs and laugh
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| The sound of paragraphs
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| With beasting these bloods with these chumps and their bling-bling that sucks
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| The phone goes «ring ring,» wassup?
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| Shmuck, I’m here to save the day like I’m Ming Ming the duck fucker
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| Ya’ll win the lotto and the foo-foo lives
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| The rest of us just kinda hope Bono from U2 dies
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| Blind Abercrombie trophy wives run the world like
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| «Wow Jennifer, did you lose weight? |
| You go girl!»
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| I mean it’s corny, it’s filthy;
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| So if you ever see me and I’m drivin' in a minivan then fuck it,
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| come and kill me!
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| But sucka, ya’ll can’t see me like Snuffleupagus
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| Now what the fuck is this I wanna kiss so pucker up your lips
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| The manwhore will charm ya. |
| (wooo!)
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| I had it all when I was born like Jamie Lee Curtis and/or Ciara
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| Follow, me
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| Follow, me
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| Follow, me
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| (Come on!)
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| We gotta have a jihad.
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| We gotta have a jihad. |
| (Come on!)
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| Follow, me
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| Follow, me
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| Follow, me
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| (Come on!)
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| We gotta have a jihad.
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| Woo weeeeeee ooo
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| (Hey!)
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| I got a hangover, I could sell the scientific research
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| I got my ass kicked last night so now my teeth hurt
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| I can’t purchase alcohol on Sundays; |
| why?
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| Because they believe an invisible man’s in the sky!
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| Kirk Cameron thinks sinners need to burn in flames
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| I got a gun named Corey Feldman and a gun named Corey Haim
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| The third world war just started, TAKE AIM!
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| They still think an invisible man is in the sky
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| Kansas City mutha fucka better go check your dead self
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| Drivin' through the hood gettin' road head from Fred Phelps
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| I’ll interrupt family dinner during prayer like
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| «Uh, by the way I’m an atheist and. |
| don’t care.»
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| The honorable reverand Ted Haggard got caught smokin' meth with a male
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| prostitute up in a Motel 6
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| The flow fell sick, then sweetened and unusual
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| I’ll go back to church when the Chiefs win the Superbowl
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| I wanna paint Linda’s sick dead words, gimme a canvas and the brain stem of
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| Mitch Hedburg
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| And I’ma use it as my quill tip
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| I wanna take a couple drill bits and build myself an easel with the skeleton of
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| Bill Hicks (that's a good man right there)
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| Man fuck Dane Cook and his corporate ass too (punkass mother fucker)
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| Now bring me the female version of Charles Darwin
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| All hail George Carlin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jihad! , by - Mac Lethal. Song from the album 11:11, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп