Luyện nghe bài hát Dee Wee (My Friend the Massive Idiot)

He said be here at seven
The just hit 7:22
It's too cold
To for my ride
Watching try out a new doo (Bruins)

He he'd be here at seven
But it hit 7:35 (already?)
in Brockton, Mass.,
I got my in my ass
combing up a big beehive (Celtics)

Where the is he?
the fuck is he?

The bitch doesn't even bother
though it's 7:44 (I fell asleep, pally)
I'm feeling antsy
Mama's fancy
back a wet pompadour (Red Sox)

He said he'd be at seven
It's in on 8:01 (Trimmin' the 'stache, kid)
Me like a sap
In a knit cap
Mama's move is a bun (fuckin' Patriots)

Where the is he? (My pants are still in the dryer, dude)
Where the fuck is he? (I find my fuckin' snowboots, pal)
I I had a car (Huge, huge hangover)
Oh, no (Massive hailstorm, hailstorm, massive)

That little punk
probably fuckin' drunk
I bet he a case
Wanna pop him in the face now
Mama's

good
Wicked (Oh, GOD)
good
Wicked (Fuck yeah)
Wicked
Wicked (Pisser?)

Well my is still a no-show
And I'm fucking pissed (Why?)
'Cause I could've gone with
In the side of his
Mama's on the with a stylist (Fuck Charlie!)

So I guess I ain't going out
the digits say 12:09 (Shit-faced)
But the operator
'Cause one perm
hair sure do look fine (Heffenreffer!!!)

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