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I'd buy a pair of Guess? jeans if they weren't so fucking ugly, cost so fucking much and made by 8-year-old kids.
by PoopyPoo March 13, 2005
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Get the where do you get off mug.The same as I'll never wash my cheek, except you say this after dipping your dick in a fine piece of ass.
by PoopyPoo October 26, 2004
Get the I'll never wash my cock mug.An oxymoron. A capitalist society cannot be anarchist, simply because wealth equals power. Whenever someone gets rich, he gains power over others, thus effectively nullifying all principles anarchism is predicated upon.
Proponents of anarcho-capitalism and other right-wing libertarians only want the state off their backs so they can exploit the workers even more.
by PoopyPoo September 25, 2005
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Subconscious hold begins to slip
The scales of justice tend to tip
The legal system has no spine
It's corroding from inside
Slap your hand you'll do no time
Reality on vacation
All across a blinded nation
Mentality under sedation
Anyone can be set free
On a technicality
Explain the law again to me
Here in 1994
Things are different than before
Violence is what we adore
Invitation to the game
Guns and blades and media fame
Every day more of the same
Murder, mayhem, anarchy
Now are all done legally
Mastermind your killing spree
Unafraid of punishment
With a passive government
There's nothing for you to regret
Nothing to regret
Unimposing policy
No enforcing ministry
Gaping with judicial flaws
Watching a fading nation crawl
Clashing with the public's frame
I'm the one that's place in fame
Legislature sets the stage
Social slaves caught in my rage
Administrative anarchy
There's nothing you can do to me
The world around you drifting to a
Continental tomb you see
Violence is my passion
I will never be contained
Living with aggression
And its everlasting reign
Subconscious hold begins to slip
The scales of justice tend to tip
The legal system has no spine
It's corroding from inside
Slap your hand you'll do no time
Reality on vacation
All across a blinded nation
Mentality under sedation
Anyone can be set free
On a technicality
Explain the law again to me
Here in 1994
Things are different than before
Violence is what we adore
Invitation to the game
Guns and blades and media fame
Every day more of the same
Murder, mayhem, anarchy
Now are all done legally
Mastermind your killing spree
Unafraid of punishment
With a passive government
There's nothing for you to regret
Nothing to regret
Unimposing policy
No enforcing ministry
Gaping with judicial flaws
Watching a fading nation crawl
Clashing with the public's frame
I'm the one that's place in fame
Legislature sets the stage
Social slaves caught in my rage
Administrative anarchy
There's nothing you can do to me
The world around you drifting to a
Continental tomb you see
Violence is my passion
I will never be contained
Living with aggression
And its everlasting reign
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