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Tekster: blink-182. Happy Holidays, You Bastard.

It's Christmas Eve, and I've only wrapped two fuckin' presents

it's Christmas Eve, and I've only wrapped two fuckin' presents

and I hate, hate, hate your guts

I hate, hate, hate your guts

and I'll never talk to you again



Unless your dad will suck me off

I'll never talk to you again

unless your mom will touch my cock

I'll never talk to you again

ejaculate into a sock

I'll never talk to you again

I'll never talk to you again



It's Labor Day and my Grandpa just ate seven fuckin' hotdogs

it's Labor Day and my Grandpa just ate seven fuckin' hotdogs

and he shit, shit, shit his pants

he always fuckin' shitin' his pants

and I'll never talk to you again



Unless your dad will suck me off

I'll never talk to you again

unless your mom will touch my cock

I'll never talk to you again

ejaculate into a sock

I'll never talk to you again

I'll never talk to you again