ترانه:
Chemical Brothers Fuck Up Beats

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't tryin' to play myself the fuck out like Fred Durst Fat kids stay big and fuckin like marshmellows And stomp holes in your fuckin lyrics like the goodfellows

shall, FUCK THE INDUSTRY! fuck em high, fuck em hard, fuck em low, show to show, let em know , let em know what? FUCK THE INDUSTRY! fuck em high, fuck

played 'Cause I was way too ill, I would home my skill Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark Two dudes, brothers

would return to see what kind of orchird our heart seeds grew. I know where the canaries go. I know where the crows go. So pick up the fucking phone.

shit Fuck the world, word up Sunz of man, method man, true mast', collabora-tion Chorus: Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs Brothers

't be waking up Ahahahaha! As for the rest of you Sit back, put on your PJ's and nighties While you hear the story entitled Out Ahahahaha! What the fuck is up