So what the fuck? I'm not your schmuck. Don't be a cunt. It's fucking junk your heads become.
I don't know what the fuck you think but I don't owe you shit, you're just a desperate mother fucker and it makes me fucking sick
Fuck that horse you ride so well, wipe your own shit from your face,
From the time your heads been up your ass, it's getting fucking rank
It's just fucking pizza, It's just pizza mother fucker, it's just fucking pizza
I'm not the first, and I won't be the last, but you'll be the worst, cause you're stuck in the past
credits
from Heavyweights,
released February 17, 2015
Written and recorded by the Nesmins
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