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Earache My Eye [Cheech Marin:] Dun nun nun Dun nun nun Dun Dun Dun Orale! (O-ra-le) My Momma talk to me, Try to tell me how to live But I don't listen to her, 'cos my head is like a sieve My daddy, he disowned me, 'cos I wear my sisters clothes He caught me in the bathroom, with a pair of pantyhose My basketball coach, he just kick me off the team For wearing high heels sneakers, and acting like a queen Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree Gonna tie his pecker to a tree Get your boogie off Go Head The world is coming to an end and I dont give a dam As long as I have my bitch Oh I'm a fuck you It don't bother me, if people think I'm funny 'cos I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money Money, money, money... Are you talking petsos? Money, ka ching Ha, ha, ha Lots of money I'm so bloody rich Lots of money Lots of muthafuckin money I get looks Ha, ha, ha I own shopping centres, parking lots, and stocks, and all that shit Ha, ha, ha I own you, ha, you too, you three For me, he he, oh oh Get your groove off Let's bring it back one more time Jonathan Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower more groovin, slow that shit down crazy slow, come on, death, right here, slow, ah Don't give a fuck, break it out You even know, Boy George is on heroin We don't give a fuck Rick James is in the crack house I'm fuckin paying, that's all that matters Ha, ha, ha, ha, aahh, ha, ha, ha The bomb is a fuckin in the house Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo Gimme some
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