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Listen man, never who this is
got your wife
Yea, your half, your partner in life
find her Volvo 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 stuck with duct tape
They're wrapped around her new perm, around her little face
So don't do anything funny, man, do anything smart, or we'll
up her head

Listen man, we've got son
Yea, your one and heir
The scion of your loins the chosen one e picked him up oft the field
You'll get bis pants by priority mail
We need sonne cash to finance our political
Put it in your bag and leave it at the gym
Cause there are ten of dynamitestuck together with duct tape
They're wrapped his little 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, right
Daddy's little girl, the of your life
And all we want is every 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 it up your ass and call it stinky
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite wrapped around her locks
And only you the power to make this stop
And if we don't get that we want, we'II
Blow up her

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

Blow up head