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Jo Bros
02:42
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I can't even fucking write good lyrics
Gonna kill myself and be the coolest spirit
Listening to the Jonas brothers for inspiration
Eating Takis bought at the gas station
Who hurt the Joe Bros man this freak'n blows
I said fucking in the first line but not the last
Do I suck that bad or was it for contrast
Don't know what I'm doing
Don't know where I'm going
And I don't even really care
I'm never gonna be like you
I'm never gonna be like you
Wearing sweaters your grandma knit
Eating cereal for dinner can't tell me shit
Blowing up the amps the musics so loud
Turn it louder it'll make you daddy proud
Don't know what I'm doing
Don't know where I'm going
And I don't even really care
I'm never gonna be like you
I'm never gonna be like you
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Your boyfriend dropped out of school
to spend more time with you
He sounds like a major tool
showing off his brand new tattoo
We’re harder than your boyfriend
Harder than your boyfriend
Your boyfriend may be fine
He may be able to really “rock”
But i’m sick of the sidelines
Tell prettyboy to take a walk
We’re harder than your boyfriend
Harder than your boyfriend
Sick of all your sissy shit
Please just grow a pair
All you whiney sad boy misfits
You’re cute just like a teddy bear
We’re harder than you sadboys
Harder than you sadboys !!!
I don’t want to hear your poetry
It’s really not that good
We can all see your ovaries
Hiding behind your “manhood”!
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Creme Pie
03:26
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He lines us up by our lacy garters
I wanna see you get ten times harder
Chosen like kids on a sports team
I'm living a sluts perverted dream
I lick your cum without a trace
I follow you back to your place
We get it on to a stupid slow song
I can tell how much you love my thong
Watching you sleep is heavenly
How do you not notice me
Underneath the window sill
I touch myself it's such a thrill
Give me mouth sores
I can be your dirty whore
Pull off my panties with your crooked
stained teeth
Choke me until I can't breath
He is such a greasy treat
Give me something sticky to eat
I don't want no cherry cream pie
I want it between my thighs
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