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Quincy Watermelonjuice (Last Man Standing) Video (MV)






The Goons - Quincy Watermelonjuice (Last Man Standing) Lyrics
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Seeing on and on along
Believing all the wrong and fallen
F*cks that he sent
With intent to cement it
And amend with the eyes of the lies of a prophet that could
Be apart his art
Of stolen charm could harm
Alarm and arm
The wrong kinds of foes
With their stones, ropes and caskets
But he won't be so wise as to
Lie to those assholes
Hes fried in the sun
His profits number one
He's a freak of nature with his
Gun on the lawn
His clothes are going on
But he's seeing
Clearer than most other fools
Oh what to do
He's Quincy watermelon
Juice with a troth and he's
Soaking in the broth
With his feet out
Long before the dawn could spawn
A beam of heated pressure treated
Slate that would take
82,000
Hours to create
Just to try
To undo
All the rising fumes of
Bleach and fluoride chewing gum
And one whose seen it hasnt done
A thing to deny
Or to try
Just to smother out the fire
Mans a liar
All the radios are wired
He thrives in the sun
His profits could go up
He's gift of nature with his
Gun on the lawn
His clothes are going on
And he's seeing
Cleaner than most other fools
What's next to do
He's Quincy watermelon
Juice with a troth
And he's soaking in the broth
With his cock out
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Seeing on and on along
Believing all the wrong and fallen
F*cks that he sent
With intent to cement it
And amend with the eyes of the lies of a prophet that could
Be apart his art
Of stolen charm could harm
Alarm and arm
The wrong kinds of foes
With their stones, ropes and caskets
But he won't be so wise as to
Lie to those assholes
Hes fried in the sun
His profits number one
He's a freak of nature with his
Gun on the lawn
His clothes are going on
But he's seeing
Clearer than most other fools
Oh what to do
He's Quincy watermelon
Juice with a troth and he's
Soaking in the broth
With his feet out
Long before the dawn could spawn
A beam of heated pressure treated
Slate that would take
82,000
Hours to create
Just to try
To undo
All the rising fumes of
Bleach and fluoride chewing gum
And one whose seen it hasnt done
A thing to deny
Or to try
Just to smother out the fire
Mans a liar
All the radios are wired
He thrives in the sun
His profits could go up
He's gift of nature with his
Gun on the lawn
His clothes are going on
And he's seeing
Cleaner than most other fools
What's next to do
He's Quincy watermelon
Juice with a troth
And he's soaking in the broth
With his cock out
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