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Zero Dude

 

Zero Dude

(Album: B-Day - 2002)


Sticky hands, smelly feet
Badly breath, fart of death
Please don't mind my running nose
I've got everything you need

I gotta good feet, this is a good deal
Gimme your Dollars, make it real
Tomorrow's too late, for every good trade
Don't think about it, don't hesitate

Come on in, look around
Please beware, rancid air
I sell guns and animals
See my sex-toys? Best in town!

A piece of cake, a piece of cake
Can get ya porn-shit, or pink shampoo
I have the coolest and lowest prices
The people call me "Zero Dude"
My hair is fake, my hair is fake
No problem, man, I've got attitude
I am the man with the million lighters
The people call me "Zero Dude"

Russian furs, French perfumes
Irish stew, British glue
I sell safes and satellites
Michael Jackson's silicon

I gotta good feet, this is a good deal
Gimme your Dollars, make it real
Tomorrow's too late, for every good trade
Don't think about it, don't hesitate

Tell your friend 'bout my shop
Come again, buy a lot
Doesn't matter, if you're broke
I take your wife, if she is hot

A piece of cake, a piece of cake
Can get ya porn-shit, or pink shampoo
I have the coolest and lowest prices
The people call me "Zero Dude"
My hair is fake, my hair is fake
No problem, man, I've got attitude
I am the man with the million lighters
The people call me "Zero Dude"

Sticky hands, smelly feet
Badly breath, fart of death
Please don't mind my running nose
I've got everything you need

I gotta good feet, this is a good deal
Gimme your Dollars, make it real
Tomorrow's too late, for every good trade
Don't think about it, don't hesitate

Come on in, look around
Please beware, rancid air
I sell guns and animals
See my sex-toys? Best in town!

A piece of cake, a piece of cake
Can get ya porn-shit, or pink shampoo
I have the coolest and lowest prices
The people call me "Zero Dude"...

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