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Big D And The Kids Table I D Rather

, i think i'd rather go home solitude i want to be all alone} but anyway i'm gonna to wake up do my daily act stick to what i like hold on to what i hold

were bitch your dead I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked my homie

I'm all set see I'm set straight I got the whole thing and yeah it's great Life's just running around and saying "hi" And I don't have to worry, no, '

a smile, "Kids, this here's what America's all about" Then I started feelin' kinda gooey inside and I fell on my knees and I cried and cried And that

for and sit around a table and wish you could throw your fork at your stepdad and she said no one really matters to me and you're all I care about and

for and sit around a table and wish you could throw your fork at your stepdad and she said no one really matters to me and you're all I care about and

And I'm hot! Don: And I got the bun and the hamburger and the relish and the orange and I've got my clothes off and I'm hot! Phyllis: Oh, come on! Don

I said with a smile, "Kids, this here's what America's all about" Then I started feelin' kinda gooey inside and I fell on my knees and I cried and cried