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Stuck in the mud.

  1. (Verse starts at 0:27 of beat track)
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  3. My eyes are barely open, but I'll start, this off hey
  4. It doesn't even matter, I'll still keep, 'em at bay
  5. I'm throwing fruit at dudes, that appear, to be gay
  6. So they can pick it up, and just hide, it away
  7. Right up in their ass crack, such a fash ionable way
  8. Setting another trend, for you, and then Ray
  9. So you can touch each other, for the rest, of the day
  10. Maybe a while longer, or 'till your hair, turns grey
  11. Looking like some pigs, that are stuck, in the mud
  12. Singing to each other, you're both, so full of love
  13. Looking at each other, as you contin ue to rub
  14. Cum all on each other, right in front, of ya mum
  15. She touches herself too, with the stem, of a bud
  16. Sliding it all around, and all o ver her cunt
  17. It's okay though man, she's still, number one
  18. She's always been a treat, yeah, a bag of fun
  19. Always playing with me, as I point, at her my gun
  20. She's dressed up in a costume, to look, just like a nun
  21. She touches me and I laugh, until a quar ter past one
  22. She's down on her knees, and star ing at the sun
  23. Over my shoulder as I bust open, her cranium
  24. And start pickin' her brains, to put in with, my rum
  25. A delicatessen that I find, to be quite yum
  26. Just as you much as you, seem to love, drinkin' cum
  27. Sick, sadistic and a little er ratic, I'm told
  28. But I'm just keeping things, oper atic and bold
  29. It's not like me to just start up, and then to, just fold
  30. I'll follow it through and, break o pen every mold
  31. Keeping it dark, twisted, sin ister and cold
  32. Stab you with my words, don't matter how young, or old
  33. Try to dance with me and, you will fuck in' get told
  34. To take a big step back, and grab a fuck in' hold
  35. Or a grip on reality, 'fore your neck, gets broke
  36. I'll steal your fuckin' bike, and stab, ya with a spoke
  37. Right into the lungs, 'till your blood, curdles and chokes
  38. You into the grave, you know, this ain't no joke
  39. For me to behave in a way, that scares all the folks
  40. Runnin' out the retirement home, and o ver the moat
  41. Racin' every cunt there, to get, onto a boat
  42. That I've punched holes in, so the su cker won't float
  43. Here I come now bitches, and I'm wea ring my crown
  44. Throwing bullets at 'em all, 'till my am mo runs out
  45. Picking up pinecones now, to contin ue this round
  46. Launching 'em at people, without mak in' a sound
  47. Missing every shot, and just hit ting the ground
  48. Looking for a back up now so, I re lease the hounds
  49. They're killing everyone and, ma king a mound
  50. Of ancient burial that, will ne ver be found

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