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Låttexter: Goretex. The Art Of Dying. Celebrity Roast.


[Goretex]
Britney gets injections in her cheeks, I'm like Woody Harrelson
Pounds of trees, Celebrity roast, I'm like Howie on speed
Ashley Judd our caps thick
Christina Aguilera's a hater, it's cool - she only suck black dick
Levay got Jane beheaded, Son of Sam loves Zeppelin
Manson ran with the Beach Boys, brought his heaters and medicine
Pete Townsend: internet pedophile and queer
Micheal's been buggin', fuckin' these boys for twenty-two years
Givin' 'em wine, so get away with blood and tango
OJ's still up in clubs lookin' for blondes to strangle
John Candy: poisioned, Andy Gibb was infected
Marilyn weighed a buck seventy, Dahmer's fridge was protected
Bobby turnin' Whitney out, Janet's titty was flooded
Lil' Kim is a disease, Keanu Reeves' got a husband
Walk through walls like David Blaine, I'm ballin' in Maryland
Like Macy Grey at the Grammy's, come out zapped on heroin

[Chorus: x2]
Celebrity roast, everybody gets it, everybody knows
You could be the next contestant, keep you on your fuckin toes
You're still a slut, bitch I'll rip you out your fuckin' clothes
You act as a faggot, when the camera's on you play the role

[Goretex]
Your wife's eager to take DP's like Catherine Zeta
Avril Lavigne loves beads, Missy pisses on beaver
Runnin' a train in Nicole Ritchie, she's lovin' the needle
A junkie fuck like Yasmin Bleek and a cunt that's lethal
Misogynist tapes with a killer grimace like Robert Blake
Mariah slit her wrist cause half her face got hit with a rake
Angelina Jolie is sucking off her brother and father
I need sluts thats tough with fat asses like Jennifer Garner
Bendin' her over, coat her with the dips and K
I got a smelly cage with the wife of Nick Lachey
Smashin' up whips like Billy Joel destroying the document
Takin' acid like Kennedy, black masks with protestants (backwards)
Melissa Force sucking me off, Chris Farley ate enough coke
With hookers on dope to choke a fuckin' horse
Carmen Electra takes fourteen, no problem
I'm on top, we cruisin Hollywood, I got 'em

[Chorus]