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Tuesday night
were gonna have a party
dont be late
mnms and smarties
fancy dress
dont want your opinions
heres the adress
the theme is minions
dads not home and neither is mum
lets all dance and have some fun
dont tell your parents what were gonna do
despicable me and despicable you
wat a fun what a fun fun fun night
everythings fine everythings alright
swimming in my pool i was making a splash
thats when the teenagers started to gate-crash
thats not a pinata thats my dog
stop pissing in my pond youll contaminate the frogs
thats not a pinata thats my dog
stop pissing in my pond youll contaminate the frogs
please keep it down your waking up the neighbours
the cops are here and now im getting tazered
twitching on the floor they said your surrounded
and that is the story of how i got grounded
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Roadhouse Spaghetti
02:39
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I'm going to the road house to eat some spaghetti
Been driving all night and my fingertips are sweaty
Thinking bout thinking bout thinking bout spaghetti
I'll pull up to the road house you know that I'm ready
I asked the bartender for a can of spaghetti
The bartenders cute her name is Betty
The crowd goes wild as I'm chugging that spaghetti
Everybody celebrating throwing up confetti
I've had a hundreds cans now I'm feeling unsteady
Look at me wrong I'll chop you with my machete
Eat that spaghetti
You won't regretti
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Creepy crawly in the the night
Bugs and spiders they might bite
In the dark I am scared
I can't see my visions impaired
I'm distressed Hot and bothered
Sweat perspiring from my forehead
I'm so afraid What do I do
Spiders around I think we might screw
I used to be a star a real celeb
Now I'm trapped in a spiders web
I was famous like rob Schneider
now I'm balls deep in a spider
He's dug a burrow I want to explore
I hope he doesn't find my trap door
Don't tell mummy or Daddy long legs
where I'm gonna let the spider put his eggs
Where's my spider
I don't know
Where did he come from
Where did he go
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Fuck Off!
02:17
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Well I tell you to fuck off
Because you're being rude
I tell you to fuck off
Go and eat some smelly poo
I tell you to fuck off
Each and every day
I tell you to fuck off just fuck off and go away and fuck off
Why don't you fuck off
I ask my self why
Why don't you fuck off
Go fuck off and die
Maybe not die but at least go away
Go away and fuck just fuck off and go away and fuck off
You still haven't fucked off
Fuck off and go away
I don't like you
So fuck off and go away
If you didn't hear me
One more time I'll say
Go away and fuck off and fuck off and go away and fuck off
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