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letra de bush poo song - jarrad wright

goin’ around f-ckin’ brown town-town
f-ckin around f-ckin singin abeet
hmm hmmm
hmmmmmm its a pretty gud taon mate
sas mate come up to me and he says
“wanna go fishin’ lez?”
“and i said yeah no what hm, why not?”
so we popped down the jetty
we hopped in the tinny
started up the c-nt
and off we went
its was about noon
it was a f-ckin’ good day for it mate

s-ssy: “f-ckin’ oath lez mate”

sas mate rolled a big f-ckin’ doob off some skitz sh-t that he grew and f-ckin’ oath c-nt
i can smell it form here
he hasn’t even f-ckin’ lit yet

donny: “yeah you usually do have pretty good stuff don’t you sas mate?”
s-ssy: “get it from the f-ckin’ best donny.”

so sas mate lit the doobskin

donny: “of course. of course.”

took a great big draw

mike: “hey he’s f-ckin’ doin’ it now look.”

kind that’ll make your f-ckin’ throat sore
then he p-ssed it to me

donny: “oh f-ck what’d you do then lez?”
lez: “f-ckin tell ya what i did donny”

i took a great big f-ckin’ toke and f-ckin’ oath c-nt it made me choke and f-ckin’ h-ll mate i got so high
i thought i was gonna doiee
then i said to sas mate
“can we go to sh0r-?”
and he said
“sure mate. what for?”
i said
“i needa hang a f-ckin’ bush poo”
he said
“mate go do what ya gotta do”
and i said
“hmmmm f-ck yeah, f-ckin’ oath.”
so i’m squattin’ in the f-ckin’ bush still stoned off sas mates kush
and i’m pumpin’ out this great big boulder
f-ckin’ size of a log
hmmmmm mm hm
hmm
so sas mate still fishin’
catchin’ brim
there’s no leaves around to wipe my -ss
so they go for a swim
c-nt

- jarrad wright

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