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Klepto
03:17
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Believe it or not Im not an angel
I might seem nice but Im a backstabber
Fuck your wife when you are gone at work
Loan me 20 dollars you will never see your 20 dollars again
When I was a kid I was very trusted
An innocent smile quick in denial
Dont leave me in your house when Im all alone
I’ll take your jewelry
Money your TV
Keys to your Chevy
I will steal you clean
Im a klepto maniac
Think Im your friend but morals are something that I lack
But dont take it to heart
Stealing from you well I guess I was not very smart
Wont take food from your plate
I’ll steal it from the store
I am a klepto want to shout it to the world
Dont take it too personal
Its just a problem that I have
I have the same disease as Winona Ryder
She is jackin shit up and down Rodeo drive
The problem is I dont have any money
She has so much money what the hell
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2. |
Saturday Night
02:08
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This is what happens when you get really fucked up
I cant remember coming home last night
What the hell happened to me
I dont know
Was I out of control or passed out on the floor
Or maybe I made a fool of myself
Its not the first time
Woke up butt naked drenched from head to toe
I guess thats what happens when you are out all night long
Hitting the bong
Drinking beer
I have no fear
Alcohol and weed Is fun indeed
Theres one thing that I wanna know
What happened to me
Got a call from Lincoln and Nigga Ray
What happened to me
Dont remember a thing
Chris you were out drinking all night
On some Bacardi
And thats not all
Plus you were smoking the bomb ass weed
Fell in a field
You cried for help
Lincoln comes to the rescue
Throw Chris in the back seat
I dont need anymore to drink
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CnC
02:13
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Im a cook at CnC
Do you think you can trust me
I prepare what you consume on a daily basis
You dont know what Im rubbing on your steak or your fish
On my balls
Its something that I like to call my own seasoning
Its always fine dining at CnC
Brads sitting at the bar
Drinking his rum and root beer
Jason is pounding Bud Light
And boss is swigging Oozo
Tiffany is walking by with those big luscious...
Thanks for calling Cask n Cleaver Steakhouse
This is Chris speaking how may I help you
The kitchen is clean the mats are pulled
Ghost wants to smoke weed
I prepare what you consume on a daily basis
You dont know what Im rubbing on
Your lobster or chicken sandwich
On my balls
Its something that I like to call my own seasoning
It is always fine dining at CnC
Danny is up there kicking ass
Straight belting out some Ozzy
Karaoke Mike is Straight old school
And Kristi sings Metallica
And for some reason Mike is always up there
Yelling some shit about his fucking genitalia
Chasey Rob & Robin keeping us good and drunk
I prepare what you consume on a daily basis
You dont know what Im rubbing on
Your tempura chicken tenders
On my balls
Its something that I like to call my own seasoning
Bet you thought it was fine dining at CnC
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4. |
Letting Go
02:27
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Letting go is hard to do
Its hard for me
its hard for you
Especially when you lose a person that you love
That you want close to you
Where did you go
You left me here all alone
With no letters
No call on the phone
No one by my side
Now I am on my own
Did you think I would not survive without you right here by my side
You are so sadly mistaken
Now that you are gone I found a side of me that I tried to hide
If you really knew me you would flip
Flip your lid
Want to scratch
Want to kick
Spit in my face
Call me a disgrace
Wish you never were with me in the first place
You would run
You would hide
Dont worry about me
I would not try to find you anyway
You are so lame
This was a big game anyway
Did you think I would not survive without you right here by my side
You are so sadly mistaken
Now that your gone I found a side of me that I tried to hide
If you really knew me you would flip your fucking lid
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5. |
To Whom It May Concern
03:07
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This is to whom it may concern
Do you have some work for me
So I can buy my closest friends
Jim Beam and Captain Morgan
is there to get me through the day
I hate begging for spare change
It is a problem that I have
Until Tomorrow
A new day
A new job
A clean shave
Tomorrow
What am I thinking
This type of shit doesnt happen anyway
Waking up to the birds flying above
Ive got a brand new bush its nice
Ive got a great view of Crown Town
I am sorry about the sounds
That are coming from that bush right there next door
When he shoots up its hard to ignore
The screams of pain and agony
Well that used to be me
Tomorrow
A new day
A new job
A clean shave
Tomorrow
Will bring me
Good fortune
A new place to live
I do pray and pray that I will see the day
When I join society
Get a haircut and buy some clothes
Take a girl out to the show
What the hell am I thinking
I knew that day would never come
I will always be labeled a bum
I dig through trash so I can eat
I have a bush that is where I’ll sleep
I knew that day would never come
Why do I still sing this song
This is to whom it may concern
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6. |
Mrs Parker
02:59
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Woke up early went outside
The grass is so green sun shining in my eyes
So I look up above the sky is so blue
Then I looked across the street that is when I saw you
You make me...
I like her blonde hair and those blue eyes
I wonder if she will ever be mine
Sometimes dreams do come true
And if they do I want to be with you
You make me...
So I grew some balls
I stepped up to her to say
My name is Chris Bobrik
How are you doing isnt it a beautiful day
Would you like to go out for a couple of drinks
Head back to my pad get naked then hit the sheets
She said she don’t know she has a boyfriend
Well I got a girl too but If I really liked her would I be here spittin game to you
She took my hand we went on our way
Did I mention that today was a beautiful day
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Went to a bar late last night
Looking to fuck anything in sight
Wait till I get a couple beers in me
And when I get drunk you will fucking see
I am an alcoholic punk rocker this is my reality
Lets fuck Chris
Your ugly and Im only 4 beers deep
Another shot of Jack and another one after that
5 or 6 more beers and I’ll be ready to jump in the sack
Cause Im a freak
How do you like that
When Im all done I just have to go back to the store
Go get some more
Alcoholic beverages cause thats what I need to fuck
I dont care if she is fat Mexican or even Black
I’ll lick her in the front hell I’ll fuck her in the ass
Im about to nut bitch so get on your knees
Cause when I spray my load you wont be able to see
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8. |
Freedom From Thought
02:41
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Feeling scared feeling okay
Pry my mind from yesterday
Conquering blissful decay
Never ending harmony
I want a release from my own self
Place my body on a shelf
Feel that I got to get away
Control your emotions dominate
Running but I am still here
Enlighten me without a pill
Over ruling empathy
Life is one big tragedy
Easing fate I must sustain
Earthly ruin shall remain
Alone and peaceful outside my brain
Fate drags life like a fucking cargo train
Freedom From Thought
It is who you are
Freedom to choose what we stand for
Never submit to the government
Let go of the past
Seize this moment
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9. |
GVE
03:12
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I cant believe what you are saying to me
What the hell is your fucking problem
I try to ignore the words coming out your trap
Shut the fuck up I have heard it all before
About the drugs
About how bad I stink
Why dont you mind your own fucking business
I drink too much
And I smoke too much pot
Dont you think that I know that already
I am what I am
In a punk rock band
What do you expect from me
To be squeaky clean
Hell no
We came here to give you a good show
Miguel on the sticks
Willy is on 6 string
Im the skinny guy singing
Raul is the new guy
So show me your tits
The emotions I have just read the fucking lyrics
Where is our pit doctor Ryno
I know he is out there busting heads
To the groupies in the front row
Singing the words humming to the melody
The first time I met Mike Causey he made me think
He was the only person who really believed in me
If it wasnt for that I would still be in the Marines
Dying front row in some other country
FUCK THAT
Then Will found our missing link
Raul at his sister's party on Grand St
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To all the guys that have girlfriends
Wear a disguise
You know what Im talking about
What she says when you are alone
Throw me a bone
What do you want from me
You want to change what makes me me
I knew this when we first started dating
I guess I went wrong
Stupid Bitches Fucking Suck
All I really wanna do is bust my nut on your face
A girl who wont fight with me
A girl who likes me for who I am
Not someone who plays head games
Hung up on stupid shit
What happened to 10 minutes
Im so sorry it took me 15
This is what I mean
Stupid Bitches Fucking Suck
And I bequeath all the lies and pain to you
I dont wanna deal with that bullshit anymore
I cant believe all the times that I’d succumb to you
I dont wanna hear it anymore
So fuck you
I have never been more done with you
You have taken away all the things that I love to do
I am not a piece of Jello mold
You cant just shape my whole life
Why do girls try to change every guy they get
Im so sick of all that shit
This song is not for all by far
You know who are
They know who they are
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11. |
Talking Squirrels
02:44
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When I look around I see advertisements everywhere
On NetZero
40 Ft men sporting underwear
We are so impressionable
So insensible
See the commercial
Ive got an ear full of your corporate bullshit
Leave me alone
I can choose on my own
Every time I tune the radio station to the one I like
Gotta hear some lame ass sell me shit
It is always call now, order, its on sale
Distracting billboards
Junk mail
Well it is an advertising world
Bet they have good prices cause they got talking squirrels
Just look around it is everywhere
Dont even ask me cause I honestly dont really fucking care
Im sick of seeing douche on my tv
Dont even try to sell that shit to me
Dont call me after 10pm while Im in mid shit
Dont give a fuck about the LA Times
Dont ever call me again
Its on your tv
Call on your phone
Tell that dumb bitch leave me alone
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12. |
Second Chance
03:15
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I wish I could relive the things I did
But I know I cant
I wish that I would have been good
But I know I wasnt
What would my life be like right now If I didnt follow the wrong tracks
My life is ruined
And I cant go back
Life goes by way too fast
And all the fun I had was in the past
Make your life fun
Make it last
You dont ever get a second chance
I remember breaking things With my good friend Jerami
The times we had the times were fun
The nights we battled all night long
On Nintendo 64 it was NWO double O
My life is ruined
And I cant go back
Life goes by way too fast
And all the fun I had was in the past
Make your life fun
Make it last
You dont ever get a second chance
And all the times you were there chilling by my side
And I would have done the same thing
Still got my pride
We all went to Corona High
4 years of fun just flew by
And every day after school
We went to Causey’s house to Chill 1561 Coyote
Thats where we started GVE
My life is ruined
And I cant go back
Life goes by way too fast
And all the fun I had was in the past
Make your life fun
Make it last
You dont ever get a second chance
Nothing ever feels the same
Every night and every day
Live your life up to the max
You dont get a second chance
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13. |
Substance Abuse
02:31
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Substance abuse has brought him down
He weighs 850 pounds
And little did he know
Bon Bons Snickers bars Milky Way and then Jenny Craig
Didnt do the job
Money back guarantee
What is in it for me
A bunch of diet cakes
He just cant loose the weight
And then he tried Slim Fast
But he is way too fat
He has got to find a way to take away the pain
I have got a friend
He has his ways
Stays up all night
Stays up all day
Doesnt smoke crack
Doesnt burn weed
Indulgence methamphetamines
So twist it up
Line it up
Smoke it up
Snort it up
Shoot it up
He doesnt give a fuck about what he does
What he needs
To live and die
The devil is pleased
Dependent Youth
Your powdered noose
Fell victim to substance abuse
And I just dont know what to do
Stuck in addiction here with you
I cannot feel the pain
It could be cars it could be ho's
Even television shows
They all just rot your brain
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About 2 hours south of Corona
40% more chance to get a girl to bone
Drunken college chicks
Fucken whiskey dicks
All around back stabbing
The tequila guy is jamming a bottle down my throat
It is happening again
Up on a girl that I call a friend
But that is alright with me
What happens in TJ stays in TJ
So drunk anyway
Wake up in the morning feeling bad
And I cant take it back
Those stupid senseless acts
Cause I was 10 beers deep and that is a fucking fact
Your friends think I’m in love with you
That is not the fucking truth
I just wanted satisfaction
You got the wrong reaction about me and you
It is happening again
Up on a girl that I call a friend
But that is alright with me
What happens in TJ stays in TJ
So drunk anyways
Wake up in the morning feeling bad
It is not my problem after that
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Good vs Evil Corona, California
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