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Cuz tonight you dine in paradise
While I get a plane
Hijack a flight to Paraguay
I can't taste the prepackaged airline meal
And I can't say what the hell I feel
You made a dog's dinner
On a dog day afternoon
I must be off, sorry
But I'm gonna have to shoot
Said you made a dog's dinner
On a dog day afternoon
I must be off, sorry
But I'm gonna have to shoot
In god we trust
In god we trust
-Dan Bull, "PAYDAY 2 RAP"
Whats going on!
Urine out
Or if you still don't get it
Piss off
What a wonderful kind of day!
But it's strange that a bag of cashews still tastes like a bag of cashews, midair and in ground, considering our weakened taste sense.
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