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Comecon - Bob George lyrics
[Gal]
 Let me see ya dance
 New coat, huh?
 That's nice
 Did u buy it?
 Yeah, right
 U seeing that rich motherfucker again
 U know who I'm talking about
 That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
 Don't try to play me 4 yesterday's fool
 Cuz I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week
 I'm sorry baby, that's the rules
 I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker
 And all u do is suck up food and heat
 Say what? Oh yeah?
 4 someone who can't stand them T.V. dinners
 U sure eat enought of them motherfuckers
 Who bought u that diamond ring?
 Yeah, right.
 Since when did u have a job?
 U seeing that rich motherfucker again
 What's his name? Bob?
 Bob, ain't that a bitch?
 What's he do for a living?
 Manage rock stars?
 Who?
 Prince?
 Ain't that a bitch?
 That skinny motherfucker with the high voice?
 Please, who do I look like baby?
 Yesterday's fool?
 Don't u know I will kill u now?
 U're fuckin' right.
 I gotta gun
 U think I don't?
 Then what's this?
 Oh, u quiet now
 uh uh!
 Little? Yeah, right. It might be little but it's loud
 Yeah, right.
 Uh uh!
 Now put that suitcase down
 And go in thereComecon - Bob George - http://motolyrics.com/comecon/bob-george-lyrics.html
 And put on that wig I bought U
 No, No
 No, No
 The reddish-brown one
 Bob, ain't that a bitch?
 Oh
 Gotcha
 Got ya
 Hey Bob, if u're out there, let me see u dance
 U said u was funky
 C'mon, c'mon
 Ain't that a bitch?
 Bob
 (Come out with your hands up)
 I'll kick your ass (This is your last warning)
 Think I won't? (Oh no! The nigger's got a laser)
 (Let's get the hell out of here)
 Is Mr. George home?
 Hello, Mr. George? {Note: The high pitched voice}
 This is your conscience, motherfucker {that responds to his
 call, when}
 Why don't u leave motherfuckers alone? {slowed down to about 2
 rpm,says}
 What's wrong with u? {"Operator, what city please?"}
 Well, why can't we just dance?
 Why can't we just dance?
 No, fuck that, fuck that
 I don't talk about u, I don't talk about u
 Wit' yo' little almond-shaped head ass
 Who the fuck do u think this is?
 I'll kick your ass... twice
 Bob, if u're out there
 Let me see u dance
 U said u were funky, c'mon
 B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what'd it say
 Same motherfuckin' shit
Turn it out
Bob, ain't that a bitch?








