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Listen man, mind who this is
We've got your
Yea, your better half, partner in life
You'll her Volvo abandoned at the mall
Her cards are in the trunk
We don't want junk
We want the money, and we it in cash
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite stuck with duct tape
wrapped around her new perm, strapped around her little face
So do anything funny, man, don't do anything smart, or we'll
Blow up her

Listen man, we've got son
Yea, your one and only
The scion of your loins the one e picked him up oft the playing field
You'll get bis short pants by mail
We need cash to finance our political aims
Put it in your bag and leave it at the gym
there are ten sticks of dynamitestuck together with duct tape
They're wrapped his little skull just to stop the constant snivelling
And it we don't from you by tomorrow, we'II
up his head

We've got your daughter, that's
Daddy's little girl, the light of your
And all we is every penny you've saved
Empty out your fund and put it in an old suitcase
How do you know we've got
We'II send you her pinkie
You can it up your ass and call it stinky
Cause there are ten sticks of wrapped around her golden locks
And you have the power to make this stop
And if we don't get that we want, we'II
Blow up her

it man
We're coming you
We have no beliefs
We don't want fucking money
There's just one thing motivates us
We hate your fucking
There are ten sticks of dynamite for you
They'll cover your
They'll muffle your
shut your fucking mouth

Blow up head