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notgnihsaW
00:27
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I ride a big, big horse everywhere I go
I shoot a big, big gun at everyone I see
Laughing out loud, L M A O
Smoking poison ivy
Playing ain't always fun, I'm coughing blood into a breeze
You don't wanna come around here, boy. Don't wanna come around...
Cowboy, don't come around here, you don't wanna come around here
...Is that a gun in your pants or are you just high?
Is that a gun in your pocket, or am I just really fucking high?
I never think twice. Sometimes, not even once
I never, ever think twice. Sometimes noteven1time
I think I love you, I'm a cunt tree boy
They call me Cowboy Playboy
And this dick ain't no toyyyyyyyyyyyy
I ride a big, big horse everywhere I go
& I shoot a big, big load in every bitch I know
I won't ride into the sunset, why does God want to kill me?
I don't fuck for nobody, I just fuck for me
I don't fuck anyone that don't fuck for free
Don't know why God wants to kill me, I will die when I please
I've grown fond of you, miss. I'm sorry to break your heart
You tried to lead me to water, but I only drink piss
I'm a straight shooter, but I ain't straight
I don't shoot straight, but my gun got a gold plate
yeah,I'm a straight shooter, but I ain't straight
Cats got nine lives, and I got eight
I won't ride into the sunset, why does God want to kill me?
I don't fuck for nobody, I just fuck for me
I don't fuck anyone who don't fuck for free
Why don't God just kill me? I will die when I please
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I would sail a ship across the entire ocean if I thought that it would save you. I would look right down to see the ground that my feet were standing on to prove to myself that it was true
Oh, I died thrice that night. Don't you know? One for me and twice for you.
Oh, to give your life just isn't very smart as far as sacrifices go. uwu
I would tell you twice to look inside yourself and maybe you will find solutions to those problems that are ailing you and as I'd sail into the sunset, I would never say "I told you so"; but I'm not really all that good at giving bad advice
Oh, you died thrice that night. Think I didn't know? Once for me and twice for who-knows-who
Oh, to give your life must not mean very much as far as sacrifices go. uwu
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Put This In Your Ears
03:38
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bring it around the bend again, it's heading like a freight train coming right for you (in full glory) and you had better watch out
Oh, cuz when it jumped from behind the tree
when that possum jumped out it coulda been the death of me, well...
i'm glad it didn't
because Bradley Knowles dropped the Benz off now that he's(and became) a submariner, Greased in Lightning like John Travolta; minus getting shot by Bruce Willy with an automatic weapon over store brand pop tarts
And his jive is the jive of a champion and you can too! for only twelve easy payments of $39.99, buy now!
but if peddler's endeavors to credibly sell things like cellar ubrellas has caught you off guard
and never's whenever the prospect of leather, desheveled and weathered appeals in a car
then send you for better or worse to the tether, incredibly feathered and heavily tarred
rendered dismembered, you'll never remember the splendid indifference that got you this far!
NO MORE DISAPPOINTED ONES
the waiting game will knock you off your soapbox pedestal of lies and cutthroat turnedcoats
so that when they ask me why I spend so many nights alone, I'll say I do it all for the applause
*mario_soundbite.jpg*
and I never want to see a bottle of RC again, no sir!
1, 2, 3 and it is me behind that tree taking a pee, can't you see what this means to me?
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420 Is The New 69
04:31
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Consistent Inconsistency
03:39
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What's the WiFi password?
"heya hiya, howar you today? heya hiya hows it going what ya doin what ya like and what ya wanna
say there, hey there, howd you like to
say there, hey there, how are you today?
Hand it to me and i'll type it in it's far too much to say"
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!!!
01:58
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Help me, save me, heal me, fix me
I'm peeling at the edges and I'm really not sure what I should do
Long ride, sunshine, nighttime, war
Confusion is my middle name, I'm dying as the lines begin to blur
And if I catch me going out with myself one more time, I'm gonna snap!
And I might just have to break his slippery back
I'll punch him in the eye!
(I) don't care if he's the type of guy to give you flowers on your birthday (or Christmas), I will punch him in his stupid freaking head
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Gargles Barbecue
02:36
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guk guk guk
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N. Tropy
03:46
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There's going to be entropy, my darling oh me, entropy
There's gonna me my entropy
Entropy-poo, uwu
There's going to be entropy. My darling, we're in ecstacy. Soon, we'll be just like the rest of the rest of the universe.
My Entropy-poo, uwu
At maximum entropy, everything entering everything that we see, smell, hear, taste or feel.
Eels, snakes, ladders, rakes, lasers, quasars and the sun. Fun!
To the nether world below. The search begins only when you know what lies within and why stories end where they begin oh, yes.
My Entropy-poo
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Donkey Teeth
02:19
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xkcd.com/1139
04:24
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xkcd.com/1139
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No!! Stop looking at me!!! STOP LOOKING AT MEEEE
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Spoonerism Outtro
02:05
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Anthill Annihilator Albany, New York
Albany NY Cryptid-Core
The result of a mad scientist's attempt to put every genre into a blender. Actually just 3 or 4 genres in a trenchcoat.
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