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I know somewhere we can go.
You got any money?
Close ya eyes, Gimme ya arm.

Voulez vouz coucher avec moi,
Where do I got to go to find love?
I look high and I look low,
I even pray to the lord above
Three weeks in my hotel sheets,
Burning holes in my boxer briefs,
And my momma wont talk to me
Since I took off with her jewellery.

I used to do a little but a little wouldn't do it,
So then I did a little bit more
Now I do a whole lot and I'm living in a box
Down on skid row.

Man got what I need and want,
So I meet him at McArthur park,
He been feeding me chocolat (tartar)
Blacker than a coffee pot
Oh shit, there goes the cops,
Chill out, thats the neighbourhood watch,
And they probably want what you got,
Chupa me verga,
Who that dude, smell like seafood
Ain't eat p*ssy since preschool
Jesus, hanging from the rear view
God damn I dare you.

I used to do a little but a little wouldn't do it,
So then I did a little bit more
Now I do a whole lot and I'm living in a box
Down on skid row.

Look, I've been out here before,
Knock knock knockin on heaven's door,
Knuckle sandwich, go get a bandage,
Smokey and the bandit, faggot.
You can't f*ck with the Ave,
I'm like the motherf*ckin Marlboro man, (big in japan)
And I'm at it again,
Mickey Avalon for pres-es-ident.

Went downtown, had a meeting with Mr. Brownstone,
He showed up late at a quarter to eight
In a brand new lincoln town car.
Went downtown, had a meeting with Mr. Brownstone,
He showed up late at a quarter to eight
In a brand new lincoln town car
Went downtown, had a meeting with Mr. Brownstone,
He showed up late at a quarter to eight
In a brand new lincoln town car.
Went downtown, had a meeting with Mr. Brownstone,
He showed up late at a quarter to eight
In a brand new lincoln town car.

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