Waco Jesus A 40 to the Face Lyrics

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Genetic codes render me
A permanent f___ up
The only words from my mouth are
Blatant vulgar insults
Belligerent m_________er
Beer drinker b____ slapper
In my hand I hold my weapon f___in
Made of malt liquor
A forty to the face
At high velocity
A forty to the face
At point blank range
I'll smack the taste
Out your f___ing mouth
I won't use my hand
I'll use my 40 ounce

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