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Guttermouth P. C. Here are the song lyrics for P. C. by Guttermouth. For more excellent Guttermouth lyrics, run a search! You know, what pisses me off more than anything is all these people who Arent exactly politically correct. like the other day, I was out walking My siberian-american huskies. and you know how canines are: they like to Sniff everything, including each others butts. so some guy walks up and He says, "man, get your dogs ass out of that other dogs nose!" So, I replied, "how dare you call them dogs! theyre siberian-american Huskies. thats like calling an african-american a black. or calling a Mexican-american a mexican. or calling a homosexual a stupid faggot!" it Pissed me off so much I got a nose ring, died my hair blue and moved to San francisco! My bus is broken down My spirits broken too My girls by my side So I dont feel so blue Thirty miles more To make it to the city Where junk is king And the air smells shitty What a friendly town It really suits us well It took some getting used to That fucking hippy smell Everyone corrects me Every time I speak Im sick and fucking tired Of feeling like a stupid l.a. geek I like it I like it I like it I like it, yes I do I say its not an issue It doesnt shed much light On a global scale It isnt worth the fight The tongue that girl speaks Is forked to you and me That bitch has got a problem I think its called p.c.
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