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

Listen man, got your 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 cash to finance our political aims
Put it in your bag and leave it at the gym
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamitestuck together with tape
They're wrapped around his skull just to stop the constant snivelling
And it we don't hear 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 want is every penny you've
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 your ass and it stinky
Cause there are ten sticks of wrapped around her golden locks
And only you have the power to 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 your money
There's one thing that motivates us
We hate fucking guts
There are ten sticks of dynamite for you
cover your eyes
They'll muffle your
shut your fucking mouth

Blow up head