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Rucka Rucka ALI

Hippies Always Smell Like Balls

All hippies

Are dirty and ugly

They're all covered in fleas

We should hang 'em from trees

Round 'em up with me

Shoot 'em once in the knee

Drag 'em down the damn street

I got two under my truck, I hate 'em!

First of all hippies always smell like balls

And they're all a bunch of tree huggin' dumb f**kin'

buttf**kers

Run hippies run, I got 21 guns with me

Come around town, and you're done if you f**k with me

Yeah, drum circle, ching chang chong

Get some goddamn balls in you're goddamn song

Get a goddamn jerb, you're a goddamn bum

I get drunk on rum, and kill hippies for fun

Now I'm a nice guy

But hippies are gay

They're always gettin' high

And spreading the AIDS

I'd love to find

Some hippies in my yard

Playing their guitar

They're gettin' sprayed

So listen up, hippies

Getting shot dead is the new green (yeah)

My name is Toby Queef

I was sent here by Rucka Rucka Ali

Yawl Hippies

Please stay away from me

You'll be dead if I see you

Hangin' round Tennessee

Better run, hippie

Eat your LSD

Tell your friends about me

Yeah I'm coming with a gun, I hate 'em!

All hippies

Are dirty and ugly

They're all covered in fleas

We should hang 'em from trees

Round 'em up with me

Shoot 'em once in the knee

Drag 'em down the damn street

I got two under my truck, I hate 'em!

I have a farm

With plenty of grain

But hippies could starve

That's fine with me

God help you all

When I'm president

Y'all hippies will be slaves

And probably dead

Suck on my balls, hippies

Get your ass f**ked in the booty (yeah)

Lick on my nuts, if you please

Go read a book for vegan revolutionaries

All hippies

Are some vegan pussies

Eatin' dog feces

You should eat a little meat

Always pretending

To like Bob Marley

He sucks a big D

You should grow a couple nuts, I hate 'em!

All hippies

Are dirty and ugly

They're all covered in fleas

We should hang 'em from trees

Round 'em up with me

Shoot 'em once in the knee

Drag 'em down the damn street

I got two under my truck, I hate 'em!

Where were you september 12th?

I was shootin' me some hippies real good in the chest

If you don't like this darn country

You sure as hell ain't Toby Queef

I'm a little bit of country

With a little bit of fist in your mug, homie

I'm a female bangin', racecar wagin'

Jesus, save me

I got no teeth

I'm a decent man

I just don't like asshole hippies dancin'

With no pants on

Reminds me of the first time I heard rap music

I was like: "Did he say nigga? I like this guy? "

Yawl Hippies

Please stay away from me

You'll be dead if I see you

Hangin' round Tennessee

Better run, hippie

Eat your LSD

Tell your friends about me

Yeah I'm coming with a gun, I hate 'em!

All hippies

Are dirty and ugly

They're all covered in fleas

We should hang 'em from trees

Round 'em up with me

Shoot 'em once in the knee

Drag 'em down the damn street

I got two under my truck, I hate 'em!

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