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First I Look at the Purse
by the J. Geils Band
Some fellas look at the eyes
Some fellas look at the nose
Some fellas look at the size
Some
KMFDM sucks!
We like talking dirty, we smoke and we drink
We're KMFDM and all other bands stink

Our music is sampled, totally fake
It's done by
We like talking dirty, we smoke and we drink
We're KMFDM and all other bands stink
Our music is sampled, totally fake
It's done by machines 'cause
to get by
Well the P.D.'s they won't play the record
They're too worried about that book
And the D.J's they all hate the song
But they're in love with
the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber

band, I be Sam, Sam I am
And I
hey the method man
Don't eat skippy, jif or peter pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be sam, sam I
possess no science in your thinking 
So I'm gonna (never) you're blinking! 

Fingers be pointin' and leakin' falsifyin' the stink 
You think I'm pink I
hey the method man
Don't eat skippy, jif or peter pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be sam, sam I
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Thinking of E-Love down with the Cool J Force
Specializin' in the rhymin' for the record of course
I'm a tower full
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
on and J's with a lot of bucks
And you ain't gotta know me
You could tell my dollars' up
Poppin' collars in the club, turnin' bottles up
And all the models
took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record of course
hey the method man
Don't eat skippy, jif or peter pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be sam, sam I
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber

band, I be Sam, Sam I am
And I
knew you'd be mine! 

Music by Eddie Snyder 
With lyrics by Stanley J. Kahan, 1957
of the greatest empire of the world
This song was written by Dario Moreno in 1955
He was my grandpas's friend
Now rearranged by my daddy and his band along with
hey the method man
Don't eat skippy, jif or peter pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be sam, sam I
mehr Panik als Robert Steinhäuser
Und du bist geil auf mein Titel wie Jungs auf das Loch von J.Lo
Machst auf ein mal auf Mann und hast plötzlich mehr
aber nein Heuchler
Ich spit und verbreite mehr Panik als Robert Steinhäuser
Und du bist geil auf mein Titel wie Jungs auf das Loch von J.Lo
Machst auf
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
Or you could freshen up or let your dirty-ass stink,
 I don't give a fuck...

(Redman)
Wagga, wagga, wagga...
Now why you tryin' to get funky like my
stuck a needle in his arm 
 Then he lost his band 
 He started liftin' shops 
 It didn't take long 
 To get cuffed by the cops 
 And right about now