Blink 182 Lyrics
4. Happy Holidays You Bastard
It's Christmas Eve and I've only wrapped two fuckin' presents It's Christmas Eve and I've only wrapped two fuckin' presents And I hate, hate, hate your guts, I hate, hate, hate your guts, And I'll never talk to you again, unless your dad will suck me off I'll never talk to you again unless your mom will touch my cock I'll never talk to you again ejaculate into a sock I'll never talk to you again, I'll never talk to you again It's Labor day and my grandpa just ate seven fuckin' hotdogs It's Labor day and my grandpa just ate seven fuckin' hotdogs and he shit shit shits his pants. He's always fuckin' shittin' his pants And I'll never talk to you again unless your dad will suck me off I'll never talk to you again unless your mom will touch my cock I'll never talk to you again ejaculate into a sock I'll never talk to you again, I'll never talk to you again
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