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Listen man, mind who this is
We've got wife
Yea, your better half, partner in life
You'll her Volvo abandoned at the mall
Her cards are in the trunk
We don't that junk
We want the money, and we want it in
Cause there are ten sticks of stuck togethe 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
Blow up her

Listen man, got your son
Yea, one and only heir
The scion of your loins the chosen one e picked him up oft the field
You'll get bis short by priority mail
We need cash 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 duct tape
They're wrapped around his little skull to stop the constant snivelling
And it we don't hear from you by tomorrow,
Blow up his

We've got daughter, that's right
Daddy's girl, the light of your life
And all we want is every you've saved
Empty out your 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 call it
Cause there are ten of dynamite wrapped around her golden locks
And only you the power to make this stop
And if we don't get everything that we want,
up her head

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

Blow up your