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Swine Flu You! Here we go Here we go Here we go Here we go It’s been a long while – been in remission Bracing myself for cataclysm Some people that I meet they ride around in screaming cars Breaking the law, breaking the law, breaking the law I’ll ride around a crotch rocket I’ll ride around a crotch rocket And cops in their hazmats double hazmats Dream of runnin’ on Dunkin right now They dream of runnin’ on Dunkin right now Heading for the hovercraft Heading for the hovercraft Heading for the hovercraft Heading for the hovercraft Yeah. Can’t you tell? Party time in Mexico and it’s so fucking hot I swear I’m gonna break that record for the most tequila shots CH I can’t wait for the throngs of thongs I can’t wait for the throngs of thongs I can’t wait for the throngs of thongs I stand here where nothing is wrong Anderson Cooper and Sanjay Gupta Are here together just to get their groove on And they speculate I’m munchin’ down the pot brownie cake The girls are totally wild, wild It’s all about the face time All about the face time It’s all about the face time All about the face time And now I’m heading for the hovercraft Bitches’ plastic credit cards cut cocaine into lines For a table they use the backside of a brand new box of wine And shards of just a little bit of me End up in their noses and they getting all giggly Timbaland and Timberlake are pumping through my system And like a flat-footed platypus I could stamp out all of Christendom But I can be much more diversified Let’s party down all’uh’yuh, here’s a big wet kiss now So everybody get in line CH You wanna get your nose wet? I wanna get my nose wet You wanna get your knife wet? I wanna get my knife wet BRIDGE But I bet it’s just 50/50 That it’s these awesome drugs uplift me Or maybe there’s really no cure for me Here, have a couple pieces of this fluffy Chinese-constructed opium candy Look at this jock funnel down Jaeger flavored keg beer That I’m pouring out of this fish tank right here He got his friends screaming “chug, chug, chug” Like any old skank I’ll slide on down his throat in the form of a rainbow slug It’ll be easy because everyone’s already blacked-out and back at the club They already figured out who they’s gonna hook up with If I get my swerve on right Because Gupta just said that I can be out of sight dynamite And my mojito tastes alright Yeah, I could waste a skank tonight, or maybe a hundred thousand If I get my swerve on right But hey, who knows? I could get totally hosed And be embarrassed when the report is that they lived I’ll have to tell my friends “who really gives a shit? ‘cause I can come back anytime all mutated, not wasted And all the antidotes I’ll be confiscating and you know what they say About poorly planned antidotes” And then the Plague yells at me “yo shut up I gotta knife and I’m not afraid to cut up One-time friends with aspirations to stamp out all of Christendom even better than I did I was the Black Death, I was just that close. I was almost the most Devastating motherfucking oh I’m sorry, I forgot . . . but you know what I mean” CH You wanna get your nose wet? I wanna get my nose wet You wanna get your knife wet? I wanna get my knife wet I’m just a swine flu traveling rap machine Infecting all the fly ladies at the head parties I’m a swine flu traveling bitch rap machine What up blood? Yo talk to me