Hypocriete godvrezende achterbakse zaterdagclub uit zo’n kerkdorp, strak van de coke vals spelen. En dat alles onder leiding van André Paus.
You all go straight to Hell. Of voor straf naar de zondag vijfde klasse. Het clublied van Spakenburg: Fee Cocaine.
Gimme the things that drive me insane
Teenage women and free cocaine
I want some free cocaine
From my man who went to high school
Abel said to Cain
Momma was a groupie out on Donovan’s brain for
Free cocaine, free cocaine
Pussy, carbohydrates, sometimes acid rain
I just want a sniff of your free cocaine
You know the best things in life are free
And if they’re free why don’t you give it to me
Free cocaine, free cocaine
I want the 31 flavors, 69 years
I’ll take 13 vials worth, I don’t care…
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wotta bout moppie Blade huh — noek all religion,fuck authority,burn all politics — just have a nice bbq … with some friends or whoever —
talkin to me?
Chuck D kan rijmen — no Drs P maar toch