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Bon Jovi broke up

Same song second chorus
It's stupid, contagious
To be broke and famous
Can someone please save us from punk rock 101
My Dickies
Bon Jovi broke up

Same song second chorus 
It's stupid, contagious 
To be broke and famous
Can someone please save us from punk rock 101
My
Bon Jovi broke up

Same song second chorus
It's stupid, contagious
To be broke and famous
Can someone please save us from punk rock 101
My Dickies
a thousand times
Those seven days a thousand

Moments with her, now they're all a blur
Except for every second and every word
Every drop of rain, every single
Ike Turner on your ass.

Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we all stone you,
Own you, for a while you
you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass.

Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we
They"), Now-Now, Now-dey, Now-Now, Now-dey Now Now they got Me in a Cell
Nigga Back up back up back up before you get your punk ass smoked

I'm back by
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked

I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red
prizes
And there will be no consolation wreath
We may as well miss by a mile
As miss by the skin of our teeth
They all thought we were some sure thing
I
change the world, we swore with sincerity 
but a few years down the line punk proved a false reality 
minor threat, 7 seconds, s.s.d. straight edge
And is he 65 or not at all?
Pixie Jane
Still comes through
Works for money
Gives to you
And I can tell the clothes she wears
Her laughs are punk rock
Getting triple-teamed by three punk white detectives.
I'm coughing up blood, holdin on my ribs
For every hit I'm thinkin bout killin all they kids
One
lived those seven days a thousand times,
Those seven days a thousand

Moments with her, now there all a blur, except for every second,
Every word, every
Connection A, click, what?
My dick, chick
I smack a fish if you thinks
My connection ain't thick, dick
Headed like a punk whip
I travel miles
slip (yeah)
'Cause mad nigga's throats gettin' slit
By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister
You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue
They can't take it away
Punk will scream what corporate rock can't say

It never works to play their game
Things always turn out the same
Times have
connection ain't thick
Dick headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
I rock an Afro in '83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven
The one eighty seven, the one eighty seven bloaw!
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
in my pocket and at least a grand 
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand 
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC 
Remotely controlled by
Bitch we dem boyz, nigga we the Beatles
1-8-7 No appeal, get it how you live
Before I go broke accountants jump off a bridge
First round draft pick,
talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill a dot
You're too old to kid,too soft to rock

Already did what most love shout
7 years on wax and I
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
I fuckin' love that one rock video where that fucking jack-ass mohawked millionaire prances around by far the worst sausage party on earth, where by
Eyes may shine, teeth may grit
And all of that shit
And you still won't step
So what's next?
All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin
Eyes may shine, teeth