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I WANT JAMES WEST I WANT HIM DEAD
Artie Gordon has enough of da best friend.
Artie would like to fuck too nice babes.
He's feeling like murdering, wild wild ...
Can't stand anymore disguising like a fat tramp.
I want James West
I want him dead
So now Artie has decided to make pay
For one hundred and four episodes.
Gang bang in the train ? Oh, no ... Just watching !
First he will cut the penis, then will eat it.
I want James West
I want him dead
You know, James, I never told you, but I've been fucking President Grant.
The only one you'll never have …
I want you dead ...
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LIFE IS A FAKE NEWS FOR THE DEAD
Watching the TV all night long,
Remote control, my only friend, you make me strong
Where will it rain tomorrow morning
Weather reports, fake news, say in Syria the sun is shinning.
Watching TV all day long
Breaking news : Donald's twitting a military song
Hashtag North Korea I fuck you good
My bomb is bigger than my ass, so hang in the wood …
Life is a fake news for the dead
Breathe the air under the ocean of pain.
Freedom is a fake news for the people who don't know
where the sun shines at night, elsewhere.
Love is a fake news for Donald Trump.
Even his name is a fake frump.
Donald is a fake news for USA.
His hair has a folder at the CIA
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Come on psycho
05:12
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Come on psycho
Come on, come on, come on, come on, psychopathetic !
Come on, come on, come on, the referee is sick !
Wake up, wake up, wake up, the ball is on the line !
Get up, get up, get up, show me where, then I cook you fine ...
Check it, check it, check it, check it, you dirty bastard !
Show me, show me, show me, and run very far !
Shut up, fuck off, shut up, shut your fucking mouth !
Don't even try to explain to me tennis rules ...
Come on, come on, come on, you are nevrotic !
Come on, come on, come on, now the ball is in your ass !
Shut up ! You just deserve this bigger hole
Get out before I take the blind eyes off your dirty face ...
Wake up, wake up, wake up, the nightmare's just beginning
Who do yo think you are to say John is out ?
You'd better ask for pity or I eat your ears and your ugly noise
Come on, come on, come on, I'm gonna destroy my racket on Central Court, once again ...
JOHN, YOU ARE ONLY PLAYIN' TENNIS
DON'T YOU WORRY WHERE THE BALL FELL
LOVE IS THE ONLY REMEDY
KISS YOUR NEW FRIEND : THE REFEREE
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Come on psycho
Come on, come on, come on, come on, psychopathetic !
Come on, come on, come on, the referee is sick !
Wake up, wake up, wake up, the ball is on the line !
Get up, get up, get up, show me where, then I cook you fine ...
Check it, check it, check it, check it, you dirty bastard !
Show me, show me, show me, and run very far !
Shut up, fuck off, shut up, shut your fucking mouth !
Don't even try to explain to me tennis rules ...
Come on, come on, come on, you are nevrotic !
Come on, come on, come on, now the ball is in your ass !
Shut up ! You just deserve this bigger hole
Get out before I take the blind eyes off your dirty face ...
Wake up, wake up, wake up, the nightmare's just beginning
Who do yo think you are to say John is out ?
You'd better ask for pity or I eat your ears and your ugly noise
Come on, come on, come on, I'm gonna destroy my racket on Central Court, once again ...
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Millipede Montpellier, France
Elias Viguier - bass
Thierry Chadelle - drums
Fred Viguier - guitars, vox
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