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Malachi Crunch I Hate The Itching Laundry For Nothin' I want my ICC Now look at them coops there's a bunch of loonies All of them yahoos in the ICC That ain't living that's a fuckin' commune Laundry for nothin' and sex for free Now that ain't living that's a fuckin' commune Lemme tell ya them kids are lewd They own all kinds of shit in common And I hear they sleep in the nude They got vats of peanut butter And weird bread with crunchy seeds They got rooms that they keep empty To satisfy their horny needs See that house with the purple paint job I bet that they're all fruity in there They got a house named after marijuana They sit around in their underwear They got vats of peanut butter And weird bread with crunchy seeds They got rooms that they keep empty To perform their horny deeds They got one that's named after a communist They got one that's run by chicks Another's full of vegetarian whiners Munchin on their trail mix And what's up there, what's that? A pterodactyl? It looks like a sparrow trying to pee That ain't livin' that's a fuckin' commune Get your laundry for nothin' and your sex for free They got vats of peanut butter And weird bread with crunchy seeds They got rooms that they keep empty To satisfy their horny needs Now that ain't livin' that's a fuckin' commune All them yahoos in the ICC That ain't livin' that's a fuckin' commune Laundry for nothin' and your sex for free Laundry for nothin', sex for free |
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