Ultramusik

Really got nothing to complain about my life
Rice and beans make my day
And the milkman screws my wife
A belly full of beer watching porno movies all night
My head full of pinga
My pants torn at the thighs
Do what i can don’t you understand
I am the ultraman
Got my right hand, my only friend
I’m pissing in my bed
On the bus shaking, turning my milk to milky shake
Almost see lunch again
When the driver hits the brakes
It’s summertime, and i’m really feeling fine (alright!)
Everyone sweats so much
I think i’m getting high
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