Ain't nothing to the notice, 800 miles of prime We be plain Jack belt loaded, ha I pause, I holler, still powder line Selling bulge egg tourniquette,
Are you of got to ree Got force to ready Drop dead more Short blind 'cause you're makin me sick Back dud lee Insect for the crawling mother I know
Translation: The Melvins. Bloat.
Translation: The Melvins. The Bloat.
Translation: The Melvins. The Bloated Pope.
