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Suck My Wallet

from MC Horse Rides Again! by The Grammar Club

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I’m an American man in an American world
with an American mouth. As an American, my purview
is to fuck everyone who I want. Everyone in the world.

Mr. Electric Car, who do you think this is?
Mr. Look-How-Much-Gas-I-Can-Save-When-I-Drive-to-the-Store.
Fuck you. I don’t know, cause I make it a point not to know.

Hot Topic where I buy my clothes.
Hot Topic where I ply my ho’s.

Rock and roll ain’t got no soul.
Just a dick and a wallet,
and you can suck my wallet.

First of all, lets all give a Fuck You
To motherfuckers doing better than you
Yo, fuck that, scrap that, on to the next shit
Hit that. Quit that. Leave with a limp dick
Fellate me while I eat this expensive ham
She's cute, she's sweet, but don't shake her hand
Cause you'll be gripping my seed, yo
Shit's not greed, I just take what I need - just
Bob your head, and clap those hands
Don't like this shit? Bitch, fuck you, man!
Shit's all class like they're three piece suits
While you've been known to blow harder than coke addicted prostitutes
Grammar Club's took that fucked up route
I don't even fucking know what I'm rapping about
*gibberish*
I wanna write this song, yo, but I'd rather fuck your mother
Ugh!

I hear your bank’s going under the weather. Today’s a capital shame.
Big daddy gonna buy you a bailout. Gonna keep whatever the same.
Baby, look how well lipstick adheres to the face of this pig.

Hot Topic where I buy my clothes.
Hot Topic where I ply my ho’s.
Rock and roll ain’t got no soul.
Just a dick and a wallet.

And you can suck my wallet.

I got boats and hoes. Got nice stocks and clothes
My weight in mistakes, you can pay for those
Corporate account, gotta save the receipt
Why live with defeat when there's lies and deceit?
...Rock a power suit
Get sky high, stay safe, golden parachute
Get in, get out, stay sharp, no witness
Don't play around, this is serious business
Shake my hand while I steal your retirement
Didn't say one word when the fire hit
Just lamp on a beach till it blows over
You can't see these horns through my comb over
Got pills for my impotency
For the idiocy, and my vitamin b
Shine up the cuff-links and I straighten the tie
So pleased to meet you, and already I lie

Yo, I got a paycheck. I’ma spend it. On what?
Well, I know Hot Topic’s fairly highly recomended.
While Palestine’s phosphorized, burried and nameless
I’m fucking copping black shirts with hilarious phrases

And I'm getting rather stressed out by this dumbass prohibition, yo
Obama laughs about it but I'll carry out my mission
Bandanna 'round my face, I throw a lyrical grenade
When really all I want is just some medical grade

You know that one does not simply walk into mordor,
‘nor the US. I’m sitting, rifle cocked, at the border.
I ain’t a bad man. When they hopped the fence they took the rough route
My country is the best, but you’d better stay the fuck out.

My side is flawless and your side is misguided
Be it a red state or a blue state, we're a country divided
Remember countries we invaded? You remember the war?
Frankly, I don't remember what the fuck we're fighting for

Can I a get “Woo! Woo! Motherfucker, we are the best?”
Where else could you survive on the size of your chest?
Can you stick it in her asshole, in between her breasts.
God bless. God bless. God bless your dick and your wallet.

Bedding centerfolds. Rock they genitals
Then attack ya with an army full of sentinels
Team full of lawyers that search for the loopholes
They got a prescription for cases of scruples
Yeah, so trade your ethics for politics
And spend your nights just trolling for tranny sex
Best believe that nobody gotta see
Bought some stock in Fox so don't fear the TMZ
Black tie, see a woman, tell her I don't think that we've met
You spent a fortune so that hooker keeps a secret
Meet another who just lives off the trust fund
And has no problem fuckin around on her husband
Work the circuit so I'm getting around
They fall in love with the sound, I'm fuckin owning this town
Beef Thompson might as well be ten feet tall
With a five foot dick and two eight pound balls

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from MC Horse Rides Again!, released December 25, 2010
Production by C64 and Ty Guenley
Guest vocals by KPT

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Album art by Ricky Henry and Joe Dunn

Additional site art by Art League Houston

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