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ABEL "8 BALL" ABARCA
ABEL "8 BALL" ABARCA
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ANDRES "FIFTY SEVEN" TORRES
ANDRES "FIFTY SEVEN" TORRES
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BRETT "BRICK" BROCK
BRETT "BRICK" BROCK
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JACOB "FUCKIN" LAPIN
JACOB "FUCKIN" LAPIN
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Lyrics

Three course meals Thats all were eating today Built like a brick Do not get in My way Ill be Roaming these streets With a bag full of seed Pedal to your heartbeat EUGH BIG ASS SHIT-TALK Try steppinggggg to meeeeee Ill bring you to yourrrr kneeeeees Cause im CORN-FED You mean nothing to me Barely half my size 2000 pounds of meat UuurrrrrROH I AM CORN-FED FAT ASS MEAT HEAD Try steppinggggg to meeeeee Ill bring you to yourrrr kneeeeees Cause im CORN-FED You mean nothing to me Barely half my size 2000 pounds of meat POUNDS OF MEAT With nothing left to lose I think you know what to do Too late to hit the road LOOK AROUND YOU GOT NOWHERE TO GO Moo YOU KNOW WHAT FUCKIN TIME IT IS SHOW EM WHAT THE FUCK IS UP BIG ASS SMOKED Cause im corn-fed You bonehead MOTHER LOVER BIG ASS TRUCK and SMOKED In this MOTHERFUCKER Keep our name out Of your fucking mouth Keep it safe You don't want things going south *BIG ASS HOG* WHAT THE FUCK Reereereereereereeree HOLY SHIT Honestly we ran out of ideas but david is nuts on the mic THAT MF HORN BABY 10 Tons of steel Comin straight for your face ALL YEAR LONG Big ass mf truck Suck my big ass mf nuts BITCH FUCK YOU *worlds longest bass drop*
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