Lyrics of I paid j. howell to rape you

Jim howell beat his wife so his brother in law fired him
We where trying to think of ways we could help him out
I saw you wearing a 311 shirt and reading french poetry
To your lesbian lover who was wearing a beret

I paid jim howell to rape you
I paid jim howell to rape you
I paid jim howell to rape you
I paid jim howell to rape you

First we gave him a fifth of old crow and some schlitc
We told him you'd probably be at the random road mother show
Wail you where talking to joe bonni about clove cigarettes
He yanked you away and fucked you up the ass

I paid jim howell to rape you
I paid jim howell to rape you
I paid jim howell to rape you
I paid jim howell to rape you

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Raped, raped, raped, you got raped by jim howell
Raped, raped, raped, you got raped by jim howell
Raped, raped, raped, you got raped by jim howell