1. |
Road Head
01:18
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Show is over, hit the road
Drunk as fuck balls ready to drop a load
Find a cunt that’s all I need
Mouth open prepare to suck my seed
I got a dumb bitch back from backstage waitin’ to suck my dick
ROAD HEAD!
Got a nut to bust you dumb fuckin’ slave if you don’t your face I’ll kick
ROAD HEAD!
Filled her mouth with cum and piss
Punched her in the face left her a fuckin’ mess
Threw the whore right off the bus
Left her a bloody pile crying in disgust
Got a dumb whore waitin’ to score yeah, I’ll let her crash
ROAD HEAD!
Black eye, busted lip you get what you deserve you groupie trash
ROAD HEAD!
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I got a dumb bitch back from backstage waitin’ to suck my dick
ROAD HEAD!
Got a nut to bust you dumb fuckin’ slave if you don’t your face I’ll kick
ROAD HEAD!
Got a dumb whore waitin’ to score yeah, I’ll let her crash
ROAD HEAD!
Black eye, busted lip you get what you deserve you groupie trash
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2. |
Why?!
02:11
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College years – we were in love
In my heart no one else I’d think of
You were my entire world….
But then you met him
Standing outside of the gym
Six-pack, 10-inch cock
Now I’m just an afterthought
Summertime, I still didn’t know
You’d kiss me goodbye then give him a blow…job
Sucked on his ass, and hummed on his balls
Gave him a blumpkin in the bathroom stalls
Cleveland Steamer
In the back of his Beamer
I sit at home while he crushes your ass
Wondering why you won’t call me back!
You’d give me a kiss after you tongued his ass
You breath smelled like cum but I let that shit pass
Cuz you were my entire world
So then you left me
Tossing his salad nightly
I think of you as I sit at home
While you’re screaming his name, I’m all alone
The years have passed but I still can’t forget
You met that guy and your pussy got wet
I think of you as I hang myself
I still can’t believe you fucked someone else
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3. |
Daymare
01:56
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Fuck the way I felt about you
Kept it all inside as it ate my fucking soul alive
But then the end so-called "friend”
You were fucking me over as I fucked you
You said you loved me but that’s not true
Daily suicide, fucking wish you died
Bullshit the truth, it all was lies
I’m glad you lost it all in the end
I laughed at your pain, not gonna pretend
The tears in your eyes is what got me through
Bitch got exactly what was coming to you
Now the worm has turned
Get used to your life of fucking despair
Now the worm has turned yoga bitch
You look for comfort but I just don’t care!
Care!
Care!
Care!
Care anymore!
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4. |
Carmelita
02:33
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I hear Mariachi static on my radio
And the tubes they glow in the dark
And I'm there in Ensenada
Out there in Echo Park
Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
Well, I'm sittin' here playing solitaire
With my pearl-handled deck
The county won't give me no more methadone
And they cut off your welfare check
Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
Well, I pawned my Smith-Corona
And I went to meet my man
He hangs out down on Alvarado Street
By the Pioneer chicken stand
Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
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Bong Ludes Richmond, Virginia
Been through a dozen members and name changes over the years. Finally got our shit in check and stumbled on here to share some fucked up music. Enjoy.
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