Lyrics Wasteman - The Underachievers

Western man ooh I'm a western man

I Wastemen won't even have to contemplate man
Fuck Satan in his mind motherfucking face

He ain't no man that's why could want us dead it's like God damned

He don't think I'm still going to get the
Pink est ass sounds like some kind of plan
Established in eighty eight the
Year of great or a year filled with hate
Wtf ever I live forever bitch

I love when I cannot switch flip my
Light switch if deviate praise the Lord

I'mma die try to perfect the meaning of happy

Lord knows devil's want u feeling
Crappy not making everyone's hand slappy
Slap hands I mean high fives to all you guys keep
Thinking im not full of try so hard then fuck em all the same

Old yeller ain't no Dame so when im killing painting in my stains

My library had to train don't bring ur hoe around
Hers plus her friends keep trying to run a train on me
I keep on telling them it's not the same they some Dame's so I
Won't budge ridiculous six into words he is the only truth
So I'm a booth in my head he tells me all humans is my troop
Oh poop I can't turning my life to it
Bob when he stoops okie dokie Oklahoma

Great flood probably in Oklahoma
Next it's Arizona Flagstaff same place I'm trying to make my place at
Attached to some raps like Baps she my boo why I
Boo the shit out of it with defacation I make a Stew
Beef badur
When it flurries I want it wearing fur
Cut the head off a thoroughbred but why RM Because I said it in my
Song on some bong I ain't going to run out
Of ABC and 0 no that's a zero to hero

What's so wrong with dead wrong I'm sure it's went platinum a
Thousand times and Eminem has to rap with me
After I die I'm chubby shit I think
Sign me up since I was a baby pup straight out my mom she my lady
Capitol goes to her beautiful women I adore If I didn't wouldn't
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