Want food but got no money I'm screwed, or so it seemed. That's why I came up with this brilliant scheme: Just steal everything!
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For real, I'm not that picky I'll steal whatever's in sight Don't judge, 'cause you don't understand my plight Hey, my crutch! Nah, nah, loser! I steal everything!
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Did you know this barbaric country? They'll only give you money if you work. Thanks, but no thanks - the man. I'll keep stealing all I can Instead of being a fascist yuppi jerk.
Hippie! Fucker! Slacker! Sucker! Who would seek employments When life offers her enjoyments?
Anything I get I can get for free Besides, the economy's shit So I make haste for making exits.
Get chased by a murderous mob Hey man, still beats getting the job Am I right?
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Asshole! Oh, wow! Douchebag! Hey, now! Just one question: why, man? 'Cause you stole my daughter's hymen That's completely fair, but in my defence: Dude, your daughter's hot!
I feel that it's my duty to steal, 'cause stealing's an art I'll steal clothing and shelter, whatever I lack Candy from babies, the shirt off your back!
Credit indentities, thunder and seams And intellectual property, whatever that means. And if you'll look closer This poor little orphan will steal your heart.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
