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Bloodhound Gang Hooray For Boobies

I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's hump palace lookin' for love It had been a while

can't believe it's not butter, I'll sing as I'm flogged Yeah, that's what I would do if I were God So vote for me for Savior and you'll go to Heaven

We gonna drop this next bomb For a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo' Yeah, Notorious B.I.G. Hell no, we gonna do this For a gangbangin' thug

I hope this helps to clarify I hope you die I hope your cell mate thinks he's God But CNN refer to him as 'Bowling Ball Bag Bob' Serving time again for

Ha ha, well now, we call this the act of mating But there are several other very important differences Between human beings and animals that you should

colony I think a wooden clothespin would have been much better company Ass like a donkey actin' funky gave her 'L', now she's a flunky So my love for

you hold a grudge when you can't even hold a job? Should have known butter but you're not corn on the cob I choose to use a song for a weapon not a sword

"A" is for "Apple" "B" is for "Balloons" "C" is for "Crayons" "D" is for "Drum" Like my scrotum here it is in a nutshell One thousand nine hundred and

'em them titties P. S. Mom and Dad this is Chasey Chasey this is my mom and dad Now show 'em them titties Now show 'em them titties Would you fuck me for