Got a weasel -- it's a teazel -- mah pleazel -- mah pleazel -- got a weasel Jumped in Got a weasel -- it's a teazel -- mah pleazel -- mah pleazel -- got
I feel a tick in my head and he's sucking on my head In the morning I'll be dead if he doesn't leave my head Why can't he go away? Why does he have to
And when the sun it turns to snow And the grass doesn't grow, don't laugh I love you I could look outside my window every day But you wouldn't be there
Never squeal on th' pusher Don't lie to your mama Just do whatcha wanna It'll be okay Don't swim in the water Don't fly inna daytime Just do whatcha
Let me tell you 'bout the fucking bitch, deaner Why'd you know she's a fucking bitch? She didn't, she's a fucking bitch, deaner Common bitch, my head
Old Queen Cole, gotsta take control You drinkin' whiskey and wine and it tastes just fine For you now Nicki, life is gettin' tricky And you're runnin'
el camino blazing down the road fast never slow conquest of the' night aztec machine speeding to the light toronado concienda il ma pweeb she rules the
nicole i love you i'll never leave you w o you i turn to stone nicole believe me love was meant to be consumed by you and me nicole nicole i love you
I'm in the mood to move to the left 3 feet, goddammit I'm in the mood to slide to the right hundred feet, goddammit I'm in the mood to fall down the steps
[Incomprehensible] It was a cold, dark night No hope in sight I left my little hut And went to the palm To get some guava Licking the palm for guava
Hi, I'm fuckin' Eddie Dingle I met this girl named Nan She, she overpopulated my senses And fuckin' dicked me over What's your big secret? Could you
Ahhhhh, shit, ahhh Ahhhh bumblebee stung me He stung my brain Awwwww He stung me, he stung me, uhh Weedeating Vaughn's grass A big bumblebee came right
You fucked up by Ween You fucked up, you bitch You really fucked up You fucked up You fuckin' Nazi whore Well, you dicked me over But now you'll pay
blackjack big black betty little spanish eddie blackjack indian black betty
Papa zit, go Who's yo papa papa zit Where's yo mama papa zit Listen to papa papa zit Where's yo mama papa zit This is the shit Chew tobacco papa zit
Drift away on a puffy cloud Go away on a puffy cloud My brain is dead from too much pot 'Cause Gene, Dean and I smoke too much pot Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy
Old man thunder, sound of thunder Broan sh' brazh daunn oh Birndi sihnn, gone d fir d'sau The munth of funth Gonna rundowntown, d'sau
The wind is howling and the time is right for fear In the emergence in the phosphorescent tears And all the hippies gonna lick the mind of God? They've
