Shut up Already
Affection not dissection
Meat is murder
Oh shut up already

I'm tired of you whining
About poor little animals dying
And the food they are supplying
Because if a big animal had the chance
It wouldn't take another glance
It would eat you up

Affection not dissection
Meat is murder
Animals are for petting
Oh shut up already

I don't want to listen
And I'm tired of your bitchin'
About what's in my kitchen
Because if a big animal had the chance
It wouldn't take another glance
It would eat you up

Freedom
Don't even try to tell us
What we can and cannot say
Profanity's a tool that
You cannot take away
Is freedom of expression
Just a load of shit?
Just another farce in
American politics.
 
Here Comes the Neighborhood
I've got to get out i've got
To get out of this hood, I've
Got to get out of this neighborhood
I've got to get out of it, got to get out

I've had enough, won't call their bluff
I'm not going to live in fear
Racism lives on both sides so
I'm gonna get the hell out of here

Do you want crack, do you need smack
On the track Do you want grass
Smoke hash you white trash

You better watch out, you better watch out
You better watch out, watch out

I've had it up to here
I'm not gonna live in fear
They're the ones who are racist not me
Why can't they just let me be

A200 Club
Why do I keep scratching
Scratching my balls
I don't like this feeling
I don't like it at all

Cause I got crabs, I got crabs, I got crabs
I got these little fuckers biting and
Sucking my blood

There's crab eggs in my bed
There in the carpet too
I'll go to the store
Buy A200 shampoo
I got R.I.D. of them
I got all of them
They won't be back
Wait a second, what is
That itching in my crack

Cause I got crabs, I got crabs
I got crabs, I got those little
Fuckers biting and sucking my blood

Sloppy English
I play pool 'cause I'm no fool
I play pool 'cause I'm cool
I play pool after school
I play pool all the time

Cue in my left hand, beer in right
I shoot and drink all through the night
That sloppy english does me just right
I use that sloppy english all the time

I hold my stick
Like I hold my dick
Hustling beers from wetto
That's the trick
I use that sloppy english
All the time

You Put Your Chocolate In My Peanut Butter
Hey you, you have too much hair
And we don't like what you wear
And you have really bad breath
So we're gonna beat you to death

Because there is plenty of us
And only one of you
We've got plenty of reasons
And here is just a few

You put your chocolate in my peanut butter
I was walking and you were in my way
You looked at me without my permission
You never even apologized

You put your chocolate in my peanut butter
That's good enough reason for me to bash
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter
That's good enough reason for me to smash

No justice/ there's just us/ trust us

You put your chocolate in my peanut butter
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter

Mr. Jones
My name is Mister Jones
I get inside your bones
I know just how to make you tweek
You soon will be my freak

Because I know what you need
I control your mind
I roll up your sleeves
I make ties that bind

You'll soon be begging on your knees
You've got the disease
All your money belongs to me
You've got the disease

I can't seem to live without you
Without you what's the point
I wasn't born with a burnt silver spoon
Mr. Jones do I still have any choice?

Vegetarian Mumbo Jumbo
I don't want tofu
I'd rather have a mouthful of beef stew
I don't want to be a vegetarian
Why eat beans when you can have steak instead?

I don't feel bad about
Eating something that's dead
Why should I be sad
For cows getting hit in the head?
So I like eating fish
Tell me what's wrong with this
How can you blame me
For eating chicken of the sea?

Don't waste your breath. Yelling at me
About animal rights
And how they should be free
It's survival of the fittest
And we're winning

I don't feel bad about
Eating something that's dead
Why should I be sad
For chickens being force fed
So I like eating fish
Tell me what's wrong with this
How can you blame me
For eating chicken of the sea?

Beer Bong
If I want some beer
I don't want to hear
About how i missed the show
Because I drink to slow
So pass me the beer bong
It won't take very long
For me to put down
This torpedo to the ground
Because drinking beer is too slow
Beer bong is the way to go
To go To go
DON'T DRINK TOO SLOW!

Piece
You fight for peace, but where's the war
What the fuck are you doing this for
You say disarment that's the key
Well that's not the way it looks to me

You wear your leather jacket
But you won't eat meat

Piece punk, get drunk, shake your hair
Go out, hang out, do you really care?
There's no easy answers complaining won't do shit
If you want some changes don't be a hypocrite

Fuck the system that's what they say
But they live by it everyday
Food stamps and welfare checks
Would you rather starve to death

You wear your leather jacket
But you won't eat meat
Piece punk, get drunk, shake your hair
Go out, hang out, do you really care

Don't you feel ridiculous now!
Half your wardrobe comes from a cow
Do you believe in anarchy?
Who are you really trying to be?

I Live in a Cake
I live in a cake
The one that i make
Don't wanna hear
About my mistakes
This is the chance I take
I live in a cake
The one that I make
Try not to worry
About what's at stake
I'm on the take

No Problems
Sitting by yourself again
No friends are near
You got a needle in one hand
And in the other one a beer
You can't cope with life
You can't even get up
Who's gonna help you?
You've got to pick yourself up.
But I've got no problems
I've got no problems...

Your minds so fuking clouded
You can't see through the hayes

On the Rag
It's that time of the month
Again, your bitching

I know you got to plug
Yourself up
But why take it out on me

Just leave me alone
Stop yelling at me
Leave me alone
When it's your time to bleed

Truck Stop Blues
A truck stop in Kansas
With nowhere to go
Too many days without any shows
5 cups of coffee
As I just sit and mold
It's 4 a.m. as I sip from my cup
It's 5 a.m. the sun's coming up
My body has shifted to the touring mode
Trying to sleep
In the van on the road
I gotta find a place to call home
I've got the truck stop blues
Taking care of myself paying my dues
Living life day by day
I've got the truck stop blues
Don't think I'd have it any other way