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I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub

{See, I chose, I chose this profession

So therefore, I, I earn beer

Pretty much

You guys got matches?

And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either

Are you guys musicians?

We're magicians

What kind of music y'all play?

The kind that, I dunno

Ask an' you shall recieve}

{Reggae

Reggae?

Oh, reggae}

{I'm not too into reggae

Why not?

Oh well

Because I don't like it, that's why

We play rock, blues

Oh, actually, we play, you know Bon Jovi?

No

I like this, I like a little bit of this, this kind of music

Yeah?

Yeah

I like jazz, blues

Jazz is great

I'm not too into rap

I really don't like the rap

I like oldies

Some rock, some hard rock

I even like a little Mexican music

Don't understand the shit they're sayin' but it's good

Don't understand nuthin', but I like it

Now, the Indian music

Now that's somethin' to trip off of

Because every song is like

Yeah, you trippin' pretty hard

I'll bet you trip hard

Oh, he's got it goin' on}

{Don't you know that I'll need your very hand?

Yeah

Everyday

Yeah, yeah

Everyday

Everyday I say, oh please don't lie

We gotta leave

I swear

You should get a real one, man

What's your fuckin problem?

I never said, I thought you were stupid

He ain't got nuthin' on there

Can one of y'all spare twenty cents

I have, I don't even have twenty cents

I don't even have

If I had twenty cents a dollar like you

I'd spend the last one

This guy's got twenty cents, I'd bet you

My wallet's inside

Yeah, right, c'mon

Yeah, c'mon, you got money

Yeah, you got cash

Yeah, we know you got money, man

Actually, I think I have a buck

Give her the fuckin' quarter

We checked you out, we know you}

{Reggae

Reggae?

Oh, reggae}

{I'm not too into reggae

C'mon down

One more time

C'mon down, c'mon down

Yeah

Go down and see your baby now

No

We love you, yeah

When I, when I, when I heard the verdict the first time

I was sitting there

Yeah

Fuck

Can't go in there

Fuck

I know he wasn't

I immediately gave him all my money

Fuck

I know he wasn't

I got another friend

They beat the shit out of him for no reason

You can stay here

Hey man

On that one

You got a good samaritan here

The mother-fuckers knocked on the door

And arrested him for being drunk in public

What's goin' on?

I'm gonna break down the

He's really, he's a uh, in a mental hospital

And that thing really doesn't work

You should get a real one, man

What's your fuckin' problem?}

{Got a night down

Yah

Little guy

Who's this guy?

That's Opie

That's Opie

Opie is our master

Who's this guy?

That's Opie

Who's this guy?

That's opie

Opie

And Opie is our master

I am the master

He's so smart

He's the smartest guy we know

He created this

Master of what?

Master of the mother fucker

Wait, I have one

Try that

He usually doesn't speak too much

Like, every two weeks

He speaks in tongues

Oh, in tounges

He only speaks every two weeks

Hey, y'all meet Raleigh?

Hey, this guy speaks in tongues}

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