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Listen man, never mind who is
got your wife
Yea, your better half, partner in life
find her Volvo abandoned at the mall
Her credit are in the trunk
We don't want that
We the money, and we want it in cash
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite stuck togethe with tape
They're around her new perm, strapped around her little face
So don't do anything funny, man, do anything smart, or we'll
Blow up her

Listen man, got your son
Yea, one and only heir
The scion of your loins the one e picked him up oft the playing field
get bis short pants by priority mail
We need sonne cash to finance our political
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 just to stop the constant snivelling
And it we hear from you by tomorrow, we'II
up his head

We've got your daughter, that's
Daddy's little girl, the light of life
And all we is every penny you've saved
out your retirement fund and put it in an old suitcase
How do you we've got her?
We'II send you her pinkie
You can shove it up your ass and call it
Cause there are ten sticks of wrapped around her golden locks
And only you have the power to make this
And if we don't get that we want, we'II
up her head

it man
We're coming you
We no political beliefs
We don't your fucking money
There's one thing that motivates us
We hate your 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