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28 gays later (covid-19)
02:33
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28 days later.
A D C Ab
Woke up late to a pretty bad text
Banks in the negative so now i can’t flex
Open up a tinny, take a couple pain pills
I'm in quarantine so I can’t get thrills
A C B
I thought life was shit in 2019
But 2020s fucked cause of covid-19
Can’t go out so i gotta stay home
I’m going fucking mad cause I'm on my own
Can’t get to sleep so i smoke another spliff
Rooms getting spinny and I can’t take it
My mates online tell i’m a fucking lightweight
But I'm just fucked up cause lockdowns got me irrate
Chorus
Outro
A A# G 1-3-1-3
I’m sick of corona,
turning me into a stoner,
Stuck in my house is a life i can’t hack
I want my shit life back,
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2. |
Butch4Butch
03:39
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A E G A
On a fag break sitting outside of the venue
i see her and it makes drop my cig
She’s got a sick mullet and a beat up leather jacket
wrap around shades and i think i might be sick
She’s puffing on a spliff and she must think I'm weirdo
the hairs on my neck stand up and start to itch
I’m checking out her boots, im checking out her arse
I want her to grab my tits but i’m having a laugh
B C A
Butch 4 butch, butch 4 butch
Can’t 2 dykes have sex in the back room
Butch 4 Butch, Butch 4 butch
Let’s do a bump of each others carabiner
Butch 4 butch, butch 4 butch
Can’t 2 dykes have sex in the back room
Butch 4 butch, butch 4 butch
Come and hang out while i work on my motorbike
we can have a dance we can have fistfight
I don’t care but i wanna hang out
She’s got tattoos, I’ve got tattoos
we both did them ourself and they look like shit
She’s fucked on G, i’m fucked On Es
We’re both too fucked to even have a conversation
But i don’t care i like her hair
we’re too fucked up to give any shits
B C A
Butch 4 butch, butch 4 butch
Can’t 2 dykes have sex in the back room
Butch 4 Butch, Butch 4 butch
Let’s do a bump of each others carabiner
Butch 4 butch, butch 4 butch
Can’t 2 dykes have sex in the back room
Butch 4 butch, butch 4 butch
Come and hang out while i work on my motorbike
Solo
Chorus
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3. |
Gaggin
02:27
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E G A G
Gagging on my gun, got a leash on your neck
They say I'm unhinged and i can’t deny it
I cut my name in your back with a butterfly knife
Forget a wedding ring i’m gonna brand you for life
I like candle wax and a redhot poker.
I’ve never fucked a girl that didn’t want me to choke her.
E A G D
I’m a scumbag,
piece of garbage
Im a freak bitch
Suck on my clit
E GAG
Stubbing out my fag on the back of your arm
You know i’m gonna smile when I'm causing you harm
fishhook your mouth while your suspended from the rafters
When I hear you cry you can hear my laughter.
Make your legs twitch with a fistful of hair
I don’t ease up til aftercare
E A G D
I’m a scumbag,
piece of garbage
Im a freak bitch
Suck on my clit
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4. |
Skatewitches.
02:10
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B G C
I’m a skate witch, I’m a skate witch
I can’t skate well but i don’t give a fuck
I got a pet rat, we’ve all got rats,
If you don’t got a rat then you aint worth shit
we don’t take crap, we don’t take crap ,
from anyone or anything and thats fucking that
If you say I can’t ride, you’re looking for a fight,
I’m the best in town and i gouge out your eyes.
G A# A
Im gonna get up in your face, Throw some bricks around fuck this place.
Im gonna swing with a baseball bat, cause I'm a dyke cunt i’m an angry fag
Tattoo my face and smoke some dope, It’s been a long time since i lost hope
Im gonna get up in your face, Throw some bricks around fuck this place.
BGC
I’m a skate witch, I’m a skate witch
I can’t skate well but i don’t give a fuck
I got a pet rat, we’ve all got rats,
If you don’t got a rat then you aint worth shit
I don’t have money, I don’t have a dime,
I’ll steal your skateboard any fucking time
I’ve got a knife, I’ve got a knife,
You better keep running or i’ll take you damn life.
Solo
Chorus
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Aggy
02:27
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G F C
Go fuck yourself, i couldn’t give a fuck about your opinion
Keep it in your mouth, Or i’ll gladly put it back there for you
This ain’t my scene, and i don’t give a shit about who you know here.
If you don’t go hard, then you might as well pack your shit and fuck off home
G Bb F
This is your warning shot before I end up Gacked on anger.
This is your final chance and then i might start throwing hands
I couldn’t give a shit if i could even fucking find one
I’m going for a smoke to put distance between me and you
Cut me out a line, cause i think that the pills are fading
I don’t mean to whine, but I don’t think i can do this sober
I need a break, from this life thats got me in a chokehold
Make no mistake, I only go this hard so I don’t have to think.
Chorus
Are you a cunt, cause you seem to give me that impression
don’t talk to me, I'm sick and tired of all the lip you give
I can’t be arsed, I didn’t come out to have a shit time
So just piss off, and go and bother someone else but me.
Chorus
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Chloe and the Junkyard Queens Newport, Oregon
Dyke who makes punk. fight me.
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