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We f..ckin' Rule Lyrics


Sons Of Butcher We f..ckin' Rule


We f..ckin' rule all your asses

I've been raped by pigs and I'm fine
Blow up the shop all the time

Basically
You're all shit when you're compared to me
Obviously
When I rock you should be on your knees

We f..ckin' rule all your asses
We f..ckin' rule all your asses

Rock so hard, I sink ships
Washed the worlds biggest tits

Basically
You're all shit when you're compared to me

We f..ckin' rule all your asses
We f..ckin' rule all your asses
We f..ckin' rule



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