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See, I, I chose this profession so therefore, I earn beer
Pretty much
Got matches?
And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either

Are you guys musicians?
We're magicians
What kind of music y'all play?
The kind that, I dunno

Ask and you shall receive
Reggae? Oh, reggae

I'm not too into reggae
Why not?
Oh well
I don't like it, that's why

We play rock, blues
Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know Bon Jovi?
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

I like a little of this kind of music
I like jazz, blues

Oh, jazz is great
I'm not too into rap
I really don't like that rap
Rap? Rap

I like oldies
Some rock, some hard rock
I even like a little Mexican music
Don't understand the shit they're sayin'

Don't understand nuthin' but I like it
Now, the Indian music
Now that's somethin' to trip off of

Because every song is like
You'd better be trippin' pretty hard
I'll bet you trip hard

Oh, he's got it goin' on
Don't you go near ya hand

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everyday I say, oh please don't lie
We gotta leave

I swear
You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin' problem?
I never said I thought you were stupid either

He ain't got nuthin' on there
Can one of y'all spare 20 cents
I don't even have 20 cents
I don't even have, uh

If I had 20 cents a dollar like you
I'd spend the last one
This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you
My wallet's inside

Yeah, right, c'mon
Yeah, c'mon, you got money
Yeah, you got cash
Yeah, we know you got money, man

Actually, I think I have a buck
Give her the fuckin' quarter
We checked you out, we know you

Reggae? Oh, reggae
I'm not too into reggae
C'mon down

One more time
C'mon down, c'mon down
Go down and see your baby now

We love you, yeah
When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sittin' there

Can't go in there
I know he wasn't

I immediately gave him all my money
I know he wasn't
I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason

You can stay here
Hey man
On that one
You got a good Samaritan here

The mother-fuckers knocked on the door
And arrested him for bein' drunk in public
What's goin' on?
I'm gonna break down the

He's really, in a mental hospital and that thing really doesn't work
You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin' problem
Laa, got a night down

Who's this guy?
That's Opie, that's Opie
Opie is our master

Who's this guy?
That's Opie
Who's this guy?

That's Opie, that's Opie
Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie
That's Opie, that's Opie
Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie

And Opie is our master
I am the master
He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know
He created this

Knock me out
Master of the mother-fucker
Wait, I have one
Try that

He usually doesn't speak
Like, every two weeks
He speaks in tongues
Oh, in tongues

He only speaks every 2 weeks
Hey, y'all meet Raleigh?
This is like, speaking in tongues

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