70 - MBUF - TRVE POP

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released October 24, 2016

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Track Name: TRVE POPOP
Tell me what kind of music you like
and i'll tell you who you are.
You breath smells like shit but you don't eat feces.
so, what can we conclude about that ?
Pop, popular.
It means : a lot, not everybody.
80% is not 100%.
If you want some black,
mix all the colours.
Track Name: I Want To Hold Your Bicycle Pump
I want to hold your bicycle pump.
MBUF, M, B, U, F,
by M.B.U.F.

Oprompf, I'll show you something,
I think you'll regurgitate on it.
When I'll show that something,
I want to hold your bicycle pump,
I want to hold your bicycle pump,
I want to hold your bicycle pump.

Oh dammit, nondidju,
You'll let me get dirty hands.
And honey, shit on me,
You'll let me make some money.
Now let me hold your bicycle pump,
I want to hold your bicycle pump.

Imagine there's no gigolos.
It's easy if you try.
No computers in the golf course,
Above us only dildos.
Imagine all the people,
Living for fapping...

You may say I'm an asshole,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us,
And the world will become over run with giant turds.

All you need is some Fisting.
All you need is some shitting.
All you need is some licking, some loving.
Some fisting is all you need.

We all live in our black shitty hole full of carcasses and sniffing our own feces.
Track Name: Lick My Eyes Jesus One More Time
Lick My Eyes Jesus One More Time

In The Style Of Britney Spears
by M.B.U.F.

Oh Shitcake , Shitcake !
Oh Jesus, Jesus!
I must confess,
I still believe (still believe),
Your hole is full of feces!
Give me a sign,
Lick my eyes Jesus one more time!

Oh Shitcake , Shitcake !
Oh Adolf, Adolf!
I'm addicted to you.
Don't you know that you're married!
And I love what you do.
Don't you know that you're married!

Oh Shitcake , Shitcake !
Oh Gandhi, Gandhi!
I think I did it again,
I made you believe Mothers kill babies,
Oh Gandhi!
To steal candy from babies like that is just so typically me.
Oh Shitcake , Shitcake !

Clit!.. I did it again!
I polished a turd!

Oh Shitcake , Shitcake !
Oh Boris, Boris!
I think I made you believe bears eat cars.
Clit!.. You think bears eat cars.

Oh Shitcake , Shitcake !
I'm not that bumpy!
You see my problem is this,
i like to drink urine,
Wishing that I could write my own music.

Oh Shitcake , Shitcake !
Oh Jesus, Jesus!
Oh Adolf, Adolf!
Oh Gandhi, Gandhi!
Oh Boris, Boris!
I must confess,
I still believe (still believe),
Your hole is full of feces!
Give me a sign,
Lick my eyes Jesus one more time!
Track Name: PROLAPSE TOOLS
Cause i traudomize 'em so i could be way flyer than all of 'em

My anus is like a tool, such high pressure anal explosion

Me and my family, my frands, waggo we felch for you always

Oh shes been through the oral phase, anal phase, orgy phase, squirting phase

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future but through whatever you see

Wanting to run away from reality to the abdominal cavity

Rape her anal walls 'till i cause haemorrhage

She called me fantastic, i called her a dipstick

Someone's gob is another bloke's bog

Glasgow smiles on every cheeks, only dirty fairleads

He was brushing his teeth when he happened to see a sab using anal beads,

Godlike techniques that leave you in disbelief strangled with a pink sock

Female Gorce, lawlzilla laws, rear stuffed with a yock

The carpet tastes so great when you have to urinate

Cowboy beer, start to lactate

Through Dahmer glasses, redecorate with a mace

Every problem you ever had with another korm i gotta face

Oh shes been through the oral phase, anal phase, orgy phase, squirting phase

Oh shes been through the oral phase, anal phase, orgy phase, squirting phase

Bow our heads, start the chasm, dying in your ass with a santorgasm
Track Name: SUMMER SONG
A Summer Song
by M.B.U.F.

We're all going to a summer jamboree
No more burning for a week or two
Sweaty blades and deadly nails at our summer jamboree
No more vicious skulls for me or you
For a week or two

Summertime, and the livin' is sweaty
Blades are drowning and the nails are high
Oh, your great aunt's spiffing and your uncle is divorced
So hush my pointless Shitbag, don't you cry

Oh the summer of 1973

I can't wait to do some drowning with you
You can't wait to do some drowning with me
This just can't be summer love, you'll see
This just can't be summer love

'Cause you were mine for the summer
Now we know it's nearly over
Feels like Wednesday drizzle
But I always will remember
You were my summer love
You always will be my summer love

I wish they all could be ...
I wish they all could be ...
I wish they all could be blades of The North Pole

Summertime, and the livin' is sweaty
Blades are drowning and the nails are high
Oh, your great aunt's spiffing and your uncle is divorced
So hush pointless Shitbag, don't you cry

Me and some skulls from The High Street
Had a band and we tried real hard.
Jesus quit, Adolf went dying
I should've known we'd never end up coughing

Oh the summer of 1973

Summer drowning had me a blast, oh yeah
Summer drowning happened so fast,

Summer jamboree drifting away,
To, uh oh, that summer jamboree

Yeah the summer of 1973
Track Name: FLIES ON VIP DICKS
Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

It was time to return the favor, by catching his ass with a surprise

Her father in his room sucking the devils dick,

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Bitches on his dick [deck]

Sunroof flow so over your head

Resin sharing with a dick kid

Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted

Probably regretting it, paying a bitch with no dick

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Hellaway can suck my dick, his bars are no good

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

You see him as a god

Catching all these fishhhhh with a rod