fuckin' flip You're intoxicated so you don't have any fears I wanna turn that liquer in your stomach into tears Those aren't your real balls those are your beer balls
a conversation with a hero. So I'll complain for the next ten years... And after that we'll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers prepare for
hand if you spend a night in the book and Bet you I see more arms than Saddam and his Muslims It's cocaine cookin in the pot; smell the fumes? The finished product
