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letra de mexican prick fish / the s.f.w. sessions i - gwar

mexican pr-ck fish
mexican pr-ck fish
mexican pr-ck fish
mexican pr-ck fish

balsac: ole`, ole`
oderus: you got to be hard, you got to be all hard
balsac: f-ckin’ a, esse`, f-ckin sh-t rollin’, man? f-ckin’ rollin’ man?
oderus: to make it in this world you got to be hard
balsac: shut the f-ck up esse`
oderus: the oldest (?)
?: si, el moro
oderus: come on, punto. do it f-ckface
[drum intro from sfw starts, then ends. tape cuts, then resumes in the middle of sfw, but they screw it up]
?: tapes still rolling
oderus: hey esse`, you f-cked up real good
balsac: suck my pr-ck fish, f-cko
?: tape’s still rolling, -sshole!
oderus: hey f-cko, you can… hey f-cko…
balsac: suck my godd-mn pr-ck fish, you motherf-cker
oderus: your punto -ss is mine
balsac: you spick
[tape cuts, resumes with drum intro for sfw starting]
balsac: alright, alright
oderus: back off the juice motherf-cker, i think you had a little too much to drink
[intro continues until the b-ss starts to kick in, then they screw up]
oderus: you f-cking suck my pr-ck, okay, f-ck you
?: you guys ready now?
oderus: i been ready, what’s your problem?.. okay, i will
[sfw drum intro starts again briefly, then stops. balsac begins playing “over the hills and far away”] oderus: cut the sh-t esse`, the f-cking led zeppelin stuff is beginning to make me mad, you know, i have to go for my gat and spray you. you know, speckle you with my f-cking love, my gun, my love gun
balsac: f-cking moron, you don’t know sh-t about f-cking tuning, i’m f-cking tuning
oderus: my love gun is not something to be, you know, to be taken less seriously than maybe the gland of a huge elephant
balsac: you want it to f-cking sound out of tune man, is that the what you want?
oderus: you know, you think that maybe a huge cannon, maybe could take on my pr-ck, you have to be thinking maybe a little wrong…
balsac: f-ck it, alright f-cko, f-cko, hey f-cko, shut your f-cking hole you pr-ck
oderus: you know that my pr-ck is making f-cking (?) holes
balsac: yeah spick, call me a pr-ck, you’re a spick pr-ck
oderus: maybe i’ll speckle you with my filthy potato up my mexican pr-ck fish d-ck okay
balsac: hey f-ck you f-cko
oderus: so get on with it
balsac: you wanna do this or what?
?: the tape, she’s a rolling
oderus: do it you f-ck, you f-ck f-ck
?: where’s our drummer?
balsac: wake up
oderus: he’s tired, he hurt his back
balsac: awww, baby
oderus: he’s been f-cking too hard. our f-cking drummer’s been f-cking too much. he’s f-ck drunk. he’s f-ck drunk you f-ck. quit waiting. get it right or i’m getting p-ssed. yeah, hi bud, number one, take it away f-cker
balsac: shut up for a second and let him start the f-cking song
oderus: i’m not saying sh-t
?: what song we doing?
balsac: so f-cking what
oderus: it don’t matter what song
balsac: get up
oderus: hey, the pizza’s here
balsac: shut up
[tape cuts here, starts again with the band playing the end of an improvised version of a mexican sounding oldies song (“dream lover”, i think), with oderus singing]
oderus: …kick his -ss now, i’d like to kick his -ss now, i’d like to kick his -ss right now, i want to kick his f-cking aaaaa-sssss
[song ends]
balsac: …f-ck around man
oderus: you had all day to tune
balsac: you don’t understand man
oderus: you had all day to tune
balsac: you been tuning all f-cking day
oderus: you can tune all f-cking day
balsac: you’re a f-cking maniac man
oderus: dude, dude
balsac: you don’t know sh-t about music, dude, you don’t know sh-t, man
oderus: dude, tape’s rolling, f-ck
balsac: shut up, you ready
oderus: do it
[tape cuts here, resumes with the band playing the end of krak down]
balsac: why are we wasting our tape with this cr-p? it’s f-cking cr-p man, what the f-ck are we doing?
oderus: look, we had it and we lost it, okay, we had it and we lost it, you can’t, no look, no f-ck you…
balsac: why are we wasting our time with this, we’ve already got it on alb-m
oderus: you can’t f-cking make a cherry out of a t-rd, that’s all there is to it
balsac: no, shut the f-ck up, shut the f-ck up man
oderus: you can’t make a cherry out of a t-rd, we had it earlier, everything was nice, things were going good, you guys weren’t f-cking up, and you guys weren’t making a bunch of f-cking noise, i was funny and you guys weren’t even there, you were in the room laughing, now you wanna get cute, you wanna get cute? you wanna come out here and…

- gwar

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