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Artiste:
Evildead
Titre:
Unauthorized Exploitation
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He's your friendly merchant dude, He's so thrash and He's so cool, The local thief who bootlegs tapes, For twice the price a worthless shake, He's such a rip - He takes your money Can't trust a face - With eyes so shifty Stinks up the room with all his bullshit We know his greed - We'll have the last laugh To the pig who books the clubs, You're so fat you stink like swill, When you walk your layers shake, Clothes your size they do not make, Dragging along in your Eldorado Dispersing foul air through your HUGE buttcheeks to gaze on your shape it makes me nauseas You dirty fat slob - You're fucking worthless. GRIPPING, CRAWLING, TO MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE TOP DISCOURAGED, BROKE, THEY PAY YOU NOTHING FOR A SET LIARS, CHEATERS, YOU GET REAMED FOR ALL YOUR SWEAT BACKSTABBING, DECEIT, THE TIME WILL COME TO CHANGE THE END You pack the house, but they don't care, the biggest draw, but they're not fair, You want your money, it makes them laugh Come back next week, and bust your ass. RIP THE PIG DESTROY HIS DAMN GREED!!! [solo: Gonzales] GRIPPING, CRAWLING, TO MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE TOP DISCOURAGED, BROKE, THEY PAY YOU NOTHING FOR A SET LIARS, CHEATERS, YOU GET REAMED FOR ALL YOUR SWEAT BACKSTABBING, DECEIT, THE TIME WILL COME TO CHANGE THE END You pack the house, but they don't care, the biggest draw, but they're not fair, You want your money, it makes them laugh Come back next week, and bust your ass. EXPLOIT OUR RIGHTS - UNAUTHORIZED STEAL OUR PAY - YOUR CROOKED WAYS A swindler you've become A peddler and a con Fast talker you won't last Procrastinator, Liar, corruption you desire, Always on the take, And if we don't get you first, Someday your time will come, We'll burn your name around, Blackballed over town...