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How To Make War Sexy
06:25
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I keep the bomb till then end of the party,
The Party till the end of the bomb.
I call my lady for a friendly word
Gunshots and fucking is all I heard
I'm getting weapons with the greatest of ease
My trigger finger is never appeased
2 sides turn into 3 or 4
Landmines down on the dancefloor
I keep the gun at the end of the party
I keep the party at the end of my gun!
(How to make war sexy?)
Keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin.
(How to make war sexy?)
Keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin.
(How to make war sexy?)
Keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin.
How to make war
SEXY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh my god
(How to make war sexy?)
Keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin.
(How to make war sexy?)
Keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin.
(How to make war sexy?)
Keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin.
How to make war
I keep the bomb till the end of the party
Party till the end of the bomb
(How to make war sexy?)
Keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin.
(How to make war sexy?)
Keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin.
(How to make war sexy?)
Keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin, keep it gunnin.
How to make war
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Glita
04:58
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FUCKING SOOOOOLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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Thr33
05:09
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Here, you with me, When I feel like calling home
When you're with me; when i feel like calling home
Then you can be not the last time you're alone
And it will be not the last time you're alone
& the last thr33 times to go
& the last thr33 times to know
& the last thr33 times to go
& the last thr33 times to know
& the last thr33 times to go
& the last thr33 times to know
& the last thr33 times to go
& the last thr33 times to know
Here you with me; leave you lying on the floor,
Kills you to be my slut, my bitch my wh()re
Then you will be, hanging off my every word
Kills you to be in my world of the absurd...
& the last thr33 times to go
& the last thr33 times to know
and the last 3 times..
last 3 times
3 times
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Wings
05:30
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Your heart and hole is what I've come for
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Hot 97.1
04:04
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I'm loaded up on 'hypnol,
You're coming home wit home tonight
I'm running flat out honey,
It's not a question of 'I might'.
If you've got the rubber bullets,
I've got the fully loaded gun,
Are we headed the same way sweetie?
If so can I cum?
I didn't mean. To make you. Hot.
*clap* *clap*
We haven't got long honey,
And yet we've got all night long,
It's time to shoot the money,
I'm fucked.....'do you like this song?'
'How's about we blow this joint and you can try and help me home'
Help me search my pocketssss, I need my wallet, keysss and phoonnnnneeeee
I didn't mean. To make you. Hot.
I didn't mean. To make you. Hot.
I didn't mean. To make you. Hot.
I didn't mean. To make you. Hot.
Hot. HOT. HHHHOTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!
Whoah YEEEAAHHHH!
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Unicron Stoned
28:24
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In the last remaining lights of your rock n roll stage show
Stills the heart, thickens the blood, as you face the crowd below,
They're no longer singing hook lines as your tune takes its last gasp,
They are faceless, they are earless, and this song will be your last.
I'd fuck this
All over,
For love this
World over,
Crawl deepest
In acid,
Your love is
Pathetic
Light our darkest hour....
Fuck this place up
Oh measure
Measure the weight of your perception
By your words and their effect on the resurrection of love and pain
And devotion, the child like vision of a lost world in motion
I see through, see through to your star strung gut
Reveal the hidden universe no longer deep 'neath the silk chic
Of your desert milk skin, now a brilliant libertine
You drift on a carousel of emerald green sheen
I await, I await the forbidden dream
Reborn on the weaving words that rise in my throat
They say i am just the blood that would drag from the black cunt of venus
Be spit from a split lip or slip from the slit body of a madman
For the thirst for the thrust for the victory for the thrust
For the suck of the breath of a stranger
To with pressed finger map the endless waves of imperial spirit
Influx of sonic impulse
Divine rhythm impulse
Divine rhythm impulse
Find your divine
Find your divine
shake, shake, shake, shake it baby
shake, shake, shake, shake it baby
shake, shake, shake, shake it baby
shake, shake, shake, shake it baby
Shake it baby!!
Now I know why you've been shaking...
FUCK THIS PLACE UP
the trend is dead...
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