Butt f*ck lyrics

[Instrumental Intro]

[Intro]
I'm laying up in my room with a gun
And a cigarette and a band that really rocked
And we're drinking some beer and smoking blunts and I said
"Hey, I got a new car, it's a '72 Pantera
You wanna go for a ride?"
And we're going down the highway
At about ninety miles an hour in a fifty-five mile an hour zone
Going totally over the speed limit
And all of a sudden this really sharp turn comes up and this other car's coming and we crash

[Verse 1]
You think you're really famous
You think that you're a star
You think that selling millions
Buy yourself a car

[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
You think that you're real tough
You take them for a cruise
You smash it up and kill someone
And now you're paying dues
[Chorus]
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[Blues Part]
You know, we're probably gonna get a whole lot of slag for putting a blues part on a thrash album
(But we don't give a f*ck)
But I mean, as far as I'm concerned, anyone who gives us a hard time can go f*ck off
(Right)
'Cause after all, we're musicians and we can do whatever we want
(That's the sh*t, baby)
You don't have to listen if you don't want to hear it
(You know, guy's got a point)
(Word)
You know, for a lot of people who criticize our sh*t who've never gone into the recording studio
It probably sounds real easy to go in and do an album
But f*ck, you try going to Los Angeles, going into nice weather from the middle of winter in New York
Twenty thousand dollars back, a foreign city where everybody's f*cking queer
Where the cars stop for pedestrians, it's f*cking bizarre
(Just go up and cross at the corner)
And you try to stay under budget while you're doing it

[Verse 3]
You're Razzle's grim reaper
You steal your license plate
Attorney gave you up
And you plead your case
[Chorus]
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[Verse 4]
You didn't really matter
You really have to fight
When you get to the altar
You pay your little tithe

[Chorus]
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Butt f*ck

[Outro]
I don't know, it needs something
That's it