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

Listen man, got your son
Yea, your one and heir
The scion of your loins the chosen one e picked him up oft the playing
get bis short pants by priority mail
We need sonne cash to our political aims
Put it in work-out bag and leave it at the gym
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamitestuck with duct tape
They're wrapped around his little skull just to stop the constant
And it we don't hear you by tomorrow, we'II
up his head

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

it man
We're coming you
We no political beliefs
We don't want fucking money
There's just one thing that us
We hate fucking guts
are ten sticks of dynamite waiting for you
They'll cover eyes
They'll your ears
They'll your fucking mouth

Blow up head