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Listen man, never who this is
We've got your
Yea, better half, your partner in life
You'll find her Volvo abandoned at the
Her cards are in the trunk
We don't want junk
We want the money, and we want it in
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite stuck togethe with duct
They're wrapped her new perm, strapped around her little face
So don't do anything funny, man, do anything smart, or we'll
up her head

Listen man, we've got son
Yea, your one and only
The scion of your loins the chosen one e him up oft the playing field
You'll get bis short by priority mail
We need sonne to finance our political aims
Put it in your work-out bag and it at the gym
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamitestuck together with tape
They're wrapped around his little skull just to stop the snivelling
And it we hear from you by tomorrow, we'II
Blow up his

We've got daughter, that's right
Daddy's little girl, the light of life
And all we want is every penny you've
Empty out your fund and put it in an old suitcase
How do you know we've got
We'II send you her little
You can it up your ass and call it stinky
Cause there are ten of dynamite wrapped around her golden locks
And only you have the to make this stop
And if we get everything that we want, we'II
Blow up her

it man
We're coming you
We have no political
We don't want your fucking
There's one thing that motivates us
We hate your guts
There are ten sticks of dynamite for you
They'll your eyes
They'll your ears
They'll shut your fucking

Blow up head