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Listen man, never who this is
got your wife
Yea, your better half, your in life
You'll find her abandoned at the mall
Her cards are in the trunk
We don't want that
We want the money, and we it in cash
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite 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 anything smart, or
up her head

Listen man, we've got son
Yea, your one and only
The scion of your the chosen one e picked him up oft the playing field
You'll get bis short pants by mail
We need sonne 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 with tape
They're wrapped around his skull just to stop the constant snivelling
And it we don't from you by tomorrow, we'II
Blow up his

We've got your daughter, right
Daddy's little girl, the of your life
And all we want is 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 it up your ass and call it stinky
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite wrapped her golden locks
And you have the power to make this stop
And if we get everything that we want, we'II
up her head

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

Blow up head