Are you really gonna kiss my floor, son? Are you really gonna keep me a fighter? Are you really gonna get my shoes off? Are you really gonna get my Chinza? I've had ee-ree-nough
Let them pre-tend I have a dorsal This is him and there's a siren turnin' And holds a dark'nin' centre And your death will profit off me And I'm goin' and I'm goin' and goin' and I'm runnin' I'm goin.
Aaaaaaarrghh
I went away And nothin' violent passed my fist And the tomatoe just gone to peel fruit And none of me remember all or nothing They had to understamp us I've got a church bomb and a download And don't forget y'all to run away Agree to the thing now that you'd never say
Let them pre-tend I have a dorsal This is him and there's a siren turnin' And holds a dark'nin' centre And I know that I'm runnin' hard Sfdherh ephgeewfnmn sdnujnefw.
Aaaaaaarrghh
(unintelligible whispering)
BUZZ: what about Ryan? MAYNARD: no, he blew it, he lost the number for the girl he met down here. BUZZ: oh,and Adam said she's a beauty. MAYNARD: she's the one who has that fucked up voice. BUZZ: is she a rocket scientist? MAYNARD: the fuckin...she has a voice like a fuckin' modem dude! BUZZ: (laughs) sounds perfect! MAYNARD: immatates a chick with a voice like a modem sayin' some weird gibberish...(you have to hear it) BUZZ: (laughs heavely) MAYNARD: then he got to work up there, you know Ryan gets off at work,i guess to show that he has a dick. BUZZ: (laughs again)