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Bottom of the Fifth
00:58
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Watch out the next wave will hit like concrete. Swept off your feet to dream of nothing because you're not really sleeping. More like taking a break until your head stops spinning. Knocked on your ass, fall straight back into pure bliss of inhebriation. Your best bet really is to dive head first into the morning with a head churning, but aching to do it all over again.
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Sports is Fully Loaded
01:14
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Tonights the night to have a party. I've waited all week and I am ready to have some fun. I want something crazy, not ordinary. To pass the time with beers and blunts.
Where's the party at? Where are you?
Tonight I know you'll be right here with me.
Getting fucked up tonight.
With beers and blunts and blah, blah, blah.
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Farting Blood
02:04
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Dude, no way.
I swear it happened.
Just last hour under the bleachers.
Bull shit. How'd you do that?
She's on the honor roll.
I said "Hey, girl. You DTF?"
She said "What?"
Bitch was down to fuck.
So I fucked her in the ass just as the coach walked in, so I had to pull out way too fast. Then She started farting. Blood was spewing.
At that point, the coach and I were covered.
I lost my scholarship and any college dreams.
All because some bitch can't take a dick.
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Hail Mary!
00:54
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Wolf Puss!
Come back of the year, motherfucker.
You think you've got it in the bag?
Think again.
Watch the ball fly through the sky.
Suck my cock Madden, I don't believe in God.
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3rd and a Dillion
00:58
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Down, Set, Hike!
But, not like the mountain because i don't have a bike and that's a long way to go.
It's about a dillion.
You don't know the fear until you've hit the beer, fuck laying down and drink some more.
You're not having fun until you hit the floor.
So slam your beers and face a blunt.
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S.M.D.
00:56
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Suck my dick while i fuck that ass.
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Red-carded
00:37
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Ref, you must be fucking blind.
That call is bullshit and so is that card you hold against me for a rubber cleat to the prick's neck.
Well, he fucking deserved it.
Don't make me bring up who pays your wage.
My rubber cleats can remind you in the parking lot after the game.
You're fucking up,
we're throwing down,
I am fucking in,
You're fucking out.
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You will fall from a tall.
There are two ways to live, happy or mad, either way you're still dead.
Skating on thin ice makes you look cool.
Fire and ice,
666,
just for kicks,
or slap shot.
Who cares who wins. Just have fun with it.
In the end, no one wins. Just have fun with it.
When you meet your maker, drop your gloves and start a fight.
In the end, no one wins. Just have fun with it.
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Sports Kansas City, Missouri
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