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brokeback - snatch man & the pickle bois lyrics

[intro]
it’s going there, you’re gonna have to f-cking hit it
turn it off
shout out violet carlson
yur
make up a f-cking sentence, jesus
just say, ‘my b-tt, my b-tt, my p-ssy,’ i don’t give a sh-t
what! no, you have to start it over
it doesn’t matter, he’s just gonna chop it up anyway
no, but
1…2…3…rip it, rip it rick
no wait, restart, restart my count again
ok, ok
1…2….

[chorus: pickle boy 3]
someone find a way in
no conversation
just can’t be patient
life will be wasted
swing like the waves and
drink like you taste it
feeling vibrations
time is a-wasting

[verse 1: pickle boy 2]
morry, morry in the sack
morry, morry throw it back
morry, morry, that -ss fat
morry, morry throw it back
i miss morry, he’s my boy
i miss morry at the core
i need morry in my life
i need morry as my wife
godd-mn i love you morry (yo i really do)
i bring fire to these bars, put it on the fuego (hot)
teaching your girl spanish while i kiss her cuello
she invites me to her house, i say no way, hoe se que you just want a cut of this dinero
and morry i just miss him and i wanna be with him
sitting and listening to the music in the kitchen
as we cooking up looks hotter than rice and chicken (yuh)

[chorus: pickle boy 3]
someone find a way in
no conversation
just can’t be patient
life will be wasted
swing like the waves and
drink like you taste it
feeling vibrations
time is a-wasting

[verse 2: pickle boy 3]
cuz i broke your back and sucked your sack
you know that i’m all alone
i’m smoking more for kodak
i’m on the ledge, already dead
away we jump and then i hope it ends
it gets me goin, goin
gets me feeling souls unfolding
hope they fill my coffin with some golden bowls and sh-t that they are rolling
woe is me and all the pain i’m holding

[chorus: pickle boy 3]
someone find a way in
no conversation
just can’t be patient
life will be wasted
swing like the waves and
drink like you taste it
feeling vibrations
time is a-wasting

[verse 3: pickle boy 4]
sitting around the house on a sunday afternoon
trying not to think about the things i should be doing
i travel into town cuz i hear there’s a circus
just another consumerist scheme to make us purchase
but when i arrive i see color and joy
kids as happy as a priest with an altar boy
i strike up a convo with the balloon man
attracting soccer moms faster than a minivan
i ask him what’s the secret to his balloon making job
he says he eats nothing but corn on the cob
i’m like, “i don’t know if that’s a sustainable lifestyle”
he admits he’s only here cuz he’s a pedophile
i ran off as quickly as my legs would go
he couldn’t catch me anyway, he appeared quite slow
shortly after that, he vanished forever
much like a balloon whose string has been severed

[outro]
wait a minute
just got fisted
where’s the b-tches
oh wait i’m g-y
yo, sn-tch man and the pickle bois
ha ha, my b-tt my b-tt my p-ssy
oh god, rick, zero enthusiasm, absolutely zero enthusiasm
get off the record, holy cow

- snatch man the pickle bois lyrics

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