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AKA The Jean Genie 
A small mole cricket snuck off to the city Strung out on rootballs and thrown out razors Ate all your underwear while pushing up maters Talking bout BURROW and crawling on Snow White New York's a go-go and everything tastes right Poor little MC CHORUS The Mole Cricket lives on his back The Mole Cricket loves pancake stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bores Mole Cricket let yourself go! Dance like a man but he smiles like a reptile She loves him, she hates him but just for a short while He'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his tan He says he's a mortician and eats your nutrition And keeps all your dead hair for living up underwear Poor little MC CHORUS He's so simple minded he can't leave his hardshell He bites on a cowpie and sleeps in his molehole Loves to be loved, loves to be loved ||| The Last of The Creamer ||| The Buggah of Suburbia ||| ||| When You're A Ho ||| ||| Dirty Laundry, Dryer Sheets ||| The Dirty Socks Are Going To Smell ||| ||| Five Beers (by Mist) ||| Five Beers (by Aman) ||| Back ||| |