6,7,8 (Remastered)

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Intro instrumental :
1, 2 ... I gotta count up to 8
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8)
and on repeat, damn it.

Verse

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8.
2,3,4,5,6,7,8.
3,4,5,6,7,8.
4,5,6,7,8.
5,6,7,8.
6,7,8.
7,8.
8.

Chorus

But fuck you. Do I care?
I can count, you gotta beware.
1, 2, 3, you better prepare.
I'm shoving my Johnson, don't just stare.

Verse

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8.
2,3,4,5,6,7,8.
3,4,5,6,7,8.
4,5,6,7,8.
5,6,7,8.
6,7,8.
7,8.
8.

Chorus

But fuck you. Do I care?
I can count, you gotta beware.
1, 2, 3, you better prepare.
I'm shoving my rod, don't just stare.

Verse

8.
7,8.
6,7,8.
5,6,7,8.
4,5,6,7,8.
3,4,5,6,7,8.
2,3,4,5,6,7,8.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8.

Chorus

But i fucked.
I can't count, you gotta face it.
4, 7, 3, i don't believe it.
I'm shoving my Schlong but i'm fucked.