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

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

We've got daughter, that's right
Daddy's little girl, the light of your
And all we want is every you've saved
out your 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 ass and call it stinky
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite wrapped around her locks
And only you have the to make this stop
And if we don't get everything we want, we'II
Blow up her

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

Blow up head