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    You Got A Problem

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    Додана 7 квітня 2013 користувачем Миша

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    3, 2, 1, I'm that son of a gun, but one who has
    the fun by the kilo and the ton. Like Marv
    Albert but worse, I got the curse, got
    perverse with the nurse in the maternity
    ward. That's right, I'm nuts, ask Fisty Cuts. I
    got outpatient status at the Brooklyn Zoo.
    Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew that
    runs up in the club wearin' alligator shoes.
    When I get the blues I get it really bad, ask
    Kronos for promos, Feliz Navidad. Johnny
    Black got my back, baby, happy or sad. If I
    fall out of your favor, don' get mad.
    If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure
    will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty
    dollar bill.
    My head feels like old vinyl, and like Lionel,
    I'm idle. Secretly stalking the title, stealin'
    scenes by ways and means. And thats why
    marines got M-16's I think I love her, but
    she's affected, bullshit detected. Wonder
    why she got neglected, I legged it, turned up
    here, I'll have a beer and a joke about that
    Guenevere. Lord I been knowin' there'd be
    days like these, but please don't hit me with
    the quick release, and don't rat me out to
    Edwin Meese, 'cause I been around the
    world and the seven seas.
    If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure
    will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty
    dollar bill. My mamma always told me
    never drink on pills, roll down the window
    'cause I'm feelin' kinda ill.
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