CALIFORNIA

California ain't the place to be,
California where they all eat brie.

do a little dance on your mother's neck, 
take alot of abuse cause you watch star trek.

You know what you can do
you can lick all of the hair
of the armpit of the pig,
that shot you in your lair.

necrophiliacs police your dawn patrol,
takin all the racists that you think you can't control, 
and put them in a blender til their hate is juicy, 
cut off their heads and make them sit upon an uzzi.

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