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Punk Is Not Dead
00:38
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Patch up the jacket!
Hi this is Pizza Joint
Punk is not dead
Punk is not dead
Punk is not dead
Punk is not dead
Punk is not dead
Punk is not dead
Punk is not dead
Punk is not dead
Punk is not dead
Punk is not dead
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Ripped Today
02:08
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I was chilling at the party
All the guys brought the bud
Glasses clink, the alcohol flowing
Tonight I feel like i'll forget!
Warm and fuzzy, feeling fine!
Dazed and lazy, feeling high!
Feeling thirsty, drinking rye!
Feeling hungry, got munchies!
The buzz has got me Ripped Today!
The bud had got me Ripped Today!
The girls have gotten Ripped Today!
This party's got us Ripped Today!
Well people are getting frisky!
While others start to fight!
Booze and green vanish!
And the drunks begin to puke and pass the fuck out!
Warm and fuzzy, feeling fine!
Dazed and lazy, feeling high!
Feeling thirsty, drinking rye!
Feeling hungry, got munchies!
The buzz has got me Ripped Today!
The bud had got me Ripped Today!
The girls have gotten Ripped Today!
This party's got us Ripped Today!
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Prickly Dick
01:36
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One day when I was in the mood! (Mood!)
That dirty sex made me scratch and itch! (Itch!)
Shouldn't of done that skanky bitch! (Bitch!)
Better call work and say I'm sick (Sick!)
Need to see the Doc I have a Prickly Dick! (Dick!)
From now on i'll make love to my favorite plant! (Plant!)
She doesn't complain cry or rant! (Rant!)
To love her without pain i'll need to practice! (Practice!)
Love her so much she's my prickly cactus! (Cactus!)
One day when I was in the mood! (Mood!)
That dirty sex made me scratch and itch! (Itch!)
Shouldn't of done that skanky bitch! (Bitch!)
Better call work and say I'm sick (Sick!)
Need to see the Doc I have a Prickly Dick! (Dick!)
From now on i'll make love to my favorite plant! (Plant!)
She doesn't complain cry or rant! (Rant!)
To love her without pain i'll need to practice! (Practice!)
Love her so much she's my prickly cactus! (Cactus!)
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Hell Is In Your Pants
01:36
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Oh well the devil was in your heart
But hell is in your pants
Touching your desire, set my hand on fire!
I dont give a fuck, dont give a fuck!
With love and romance
Devils in your heart, in your heart!
Hell is in your pants, in your pants now!
FUCK YOU!!!
Dont give a fuck uh
Motherfucker
Dont give a fuck
Dont give a fuck
Ah fuck now
Alright now!
I said the devil was in your heart
But hell is in your pants
Its all fucking over now!
Give it a fucking break!
Hell with love and romance
I dont fucking care right now
Its all over!
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Fire
01:54
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Ate a spicy burrito
And some chilli cheese fries
Stomach says oh no!
My bowels gonna die!
With Ghost and Reaper
Jalapeno
Scotch Bonnett
All I breathe is Fire!
Cuisines made me light my fire!
Fast food caused ring of fire!
Asshole said hold your fire!
For he was caught in the crossfire!
With Ghost and Reaper
Habanero
Scotch Bonnett
All I breathe is Fire!
Haa haa
Ohhhh
Fuck!
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VIOLENT FORCE Vancouver, British Columbia
VIOLENT FORCE are a Violent and Vulgar Punk duo formed in 2017 by founders Razor and Wang. Inspired by the likes of the Dead
Kennedy's, Black Flag and Suicidal Tendencies.... Their songs represent
Rebellion, Angst, Love and Party soundtracks.
... more
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