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Song:Saturday Night
Album:The Second ComingGenres: 
Year:2009 Length:144 sec

Lyrics:

Next time you see me
I hope your heart stops
And never starts beating again
The date of watch
I hate you
Well that ain't really true
But I really don't love you
As much as I used to

Ya fuckin' bitch,
Why'd you waste my time?
You're a (w)hor(e)-i-ble person
I got one thing, that you can keep in mind
You dead to me, you fuckin' dead to me
Ya fuckin' bitch,
Why'd you waste my time?
You're a (w)hor(e)-i-ble person
I got one thing, that you can keep in mind
You dead to me, you fuckin' dead to me

You're sad? Oooh.
You're mad at me? Oh no!
You're such a dumb hoe
When all you are is so, so
Do what you do best
And look pretty
Aou! I hope I never have to see your face around the city
Cause you're just like a perk
You always bring me down
I try to stay away
But you're everywhere in town
All my friends are doin' it
It's hard to disagree
That you just have a really bad influence on me

Ya fuckin' bitch,
Why'd you waste my time?
You're a (w)hor(e)-i-ble person
I got one thing, that you can keep in mind
You dead to me, you fuckin' dead to me
Ya fuckin' bitch,
Why'd you waste my time?
You're a (w)hor(e)-i-ble person
I got one thing, that you can keep in mind
You dead to me, you fuckin' dead to me

Fuck!
Ooouuuh!
Ooouuuh!
Pew!




 

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