Texty

Hey baby, let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's do some stuff And get fucked up Yeah, tomorrow we'll feel like We been hit by a truck But let's get fucked up, honey Goin' to a cockfight Burn, witch, burn Heh, all my stuff in hock might Never ever return Ooh, goin' to the brink Of oblivion Gonna need a shrink To get back again, aha! Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up Let's get some stuff And get fucked up Tomorrow we'll feel like We was hit by a truck But let's get fucked up A-gonna get lowdown Gonna get keyed up Gonna go to town And get beat up Gonna get way out To the 'drenaline Gonna hit flameout When my head caves in Ooh, ouch, ooh Let's get fucked up, baby Right now Fucked up Mmm Slip on nocturnal shades Head down to amateur night Do some purple haze Ahh, probably lose some fight Ooh, get cool and casual Get really sent Dig some cruel and unusual Punishment, aha! Let's get fucked up Let's get fucked up A-let's get some stuff And then we'll get fucked up You know tomorrow we'll feel like We was hit by a truck But let's get fucked up Oh baby, baby, baby, baby Let's strap on a little of that Abnormal delirium We'll take a long fall down Into that surrealist bucket We'll make one big grease spot Outta this town baby, yeah They all want to be Your Siamese Chihuahua sweetheart, woo woo! The ultimate degenerate Psychopathia sexuas, ha! Too far out baby, too far out Ah, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Fucked up I said fucked up
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