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

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 pants by mail
We need sonne cash to finance our aims
Put it in your bag and leave it at the gym
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamitestuck with duct tape
They're wrapped around his little 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 want is penny you've saved
out your retirement fund and put it in an old suitcase
How do you know we've got
We'II send you her pinkie
You can shove it up ass and call it stinky
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite around her golden locks
And only you have the to make this stop
And if we don't get that we want, we'II
Blow up her

it man
We're after you
We have no political
We want your fucking money
just one thing that motivates us
We hate your fucking
There are ten sticks of dynamite for you
They'll your eyes
They'll muffle your
They'll your fucking mouth

Blow up head