Lyrics:
I have no plans, I have no debts
The mind is not the carefree set
I'm looking for American Valhalla
So if it passes by, give me a holler
Please
fills
20 inch wide, 20 inches high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass
From a old time college degree
And when I walked by I heard 'em
Saying he was something to see
Well now don't you know that I'm the American Son
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
Bringing me down i'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by the busses and semis
Plunging like stones from
Fast-and-the-Furious-Cars, Air-Air-Max, Centurion Card
Eins in dem Business, reich ist mein Image
Black American Express, sky is the limit
Schieße Blei in den Himmel,
on fire,
And she got a rabbit baby calling your name.
Fall of the American empire,
It should've been all right,
Should've, should've.
But me, I'm just
And headed for the Eiffel tower
And there the street merchants
Called us out by name
"Cool shades here for the Americans"
They said in their finest
phone plans
And their life goes by as mine's stalled
American food and good, cheap beer
Brain trauma, brain trauma
Media and fear
Gordon Ramsay
tough?
'Cause in this wet hot american summer
You're my wet hot american dream
That is if you notice me
But who knows what the summer could bring?
American, call me the lyrical veteran
Yeah, call me the lyrical veteran
Aye, yeah
American, call me the lyrical veteran
Come again, you sound like
the real dream
Of living with the stars
It's so easy and popular
To burn the flag
Yet everybody is afraid to say
I am an American
It's so blasphemous today
was chicken in every pot, even when times were lean
We thought everybody had a shot at the American dream
Every mother was supposed to look like
show you: my special trophy of war
Mimi
For a marine, I'll show more
Americans
You wont get up off the floor
The heat is on in Saigon
Don't tell me
keeping me from my American Greed
With their wanton eyes, it's all part of their plan
To send their kids up here to take command
Well, we'll put 'em in
me be your American Girl
Let me be your American Girl
Hello and goodbye
Easy to understand
I had to leave
A last touch of my hands
Endless days
of just kicking me why don't they give me a lift?
Well, it must be a plot
'Cause their scared that I got, such a gift?
Well, I'm miffed
'Cause I'm
you, people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then
Oh, she tried to make me say when
She had
you, people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then
Oh, she tried to make me say when
She had
fills
20 inch wide, 20 inche high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
ten marks
You got to understand that in the fo..., in the front
Look here
Everything costs ten marks
Ivan, listen
Ivan, that's me
Jawohl
Look
was not ready
When I f**** this d**e by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say "when"
She had my b**** in
12 hours of hard work
Lonely are the days, minutes pass on by
Thinkin' bout when I get home
Long list of things we gotta do to keep us going strong
If
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