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No Pussy 4 Big Pharma
01:50
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Don't regulate my thighs then charge me double at the counter.
Dressed up in hate and tie another lie dollar amount.
Swipe alt-right on my phone, tryin' to medicate them bones.
Don't rub the nub. Can't throb for a slob.
No trim for a skin.
No pussy for, no, not for Big Pharma.
No pussy for Big (Fucking) Pharma.
Crow's feet caged Fellini,
can you half fucking believe it?
Crazymakin' breastfeed frenzy,
how ya register a fetus?
Don't rub the nub. Can't throb for a slob.
No ends for a skin.
No pussy for, no, no pussy for...
No pussy for big fuck Pharma.
No Big Pharma.
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Parkinsonia
01:49
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And when they come for your children there'll be no one left to say,
"Don't say we didn't warn you".
And when the children ask you what you can't remember tell 'em,
"Darlin', I can't remember shit".
About the rest of history.
What happened to and then what happens to
the rest of history?
C'mon, baby, do the twitch.
C'mon, baby, slow like this.
Come on baby do The Twitch.
And when they come for your children there'll be no one left to say,
"Don't say we didn't warn you".
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Fake Laugh Track
00:46
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Oh, my faded dawn, where do you set from here?
With that look on your face like a heart attack
when I knew all along it's a fake laugh track.
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Black Boyfriend
02:37
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Joanie always liked danger. She used to sneak out with the negro boy next door while her parents smoked reefer cigarettes in the neighbors' yard and watched dirty movies with the hot tub running. My cousin Billy saw them one time through the fence where the dog used to piss. Billy used to make it with the Puerto Rican girl down the block. She had dark nipples like a pair of black eyes. Billy used to brag about it all the time. Her parents would've had a fit, if they knew.
I got a black boyfriend. He's hung like a fucking mule.
It's delicious.
We are surfer/surfing chicks.
We have boyfriends with big black dicks.
I can't get enough of that good black dick, nuh-uh.
She can't get enough of that good black dick, nah-ah.
We can't get enough of that good black dick, naw.
Joanie took us to see this Janet Jackson movie when we were kids. It was called Poetic Justice and I was horrified when Janet's boyfriend in the movie got his head blown off in a carjacking. Joanie's takeaway was different. She found the darkest kid in the movie theater and stuck her hand right down his pants. She always was awesome and fearless that way. I hope she and the neighbor boy don't end up like Janet and her boyfriend.
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