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This guy comes into the restaurant I guess his name was like Paris So I bet his parents thought he should be all cultural So he goes is this real butter? He sticks his finger in it and goes make sure this is real butter take it back to the cook I said of-course it's butter you mother fucker So I bring it back he sticks his finger in it and he goes Oh, I Can Not Believe It's Real Butter And I go I saw you in the paper the other day You know what you are? You're a wife beater So I see this article in the paper I think it's called the North Easter And there sure as shit there's his name Saw him on the freeway These witnesses beating the shit out of his wife Mister butter batter I can't believe it's butter mother fucker Telling me to check the butter While he's thinking about beating his wife Thos SUV SOB's you know the type They come in and it's all the same Making new stuff up... He came back again SongtexteHe came back one more time And he said oh you're so special And I said I'm special, I'm special Got brass in pocket I'll show you brass in pocket I'll show you I'll show you brass I'll show you Aus Songtexte Mania