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Random Arguments in the Presence of the Irish Dinner Table Video (MV)






Herald's Goose - Random Arguments in the Presence of the Irish Dinner Table Lyrics




God damn bitch ass f*cking
Honey
I don't wanna f*cking
I don't wanna f*cking
Honey it's fine you're gonna like my dad
I don't wanna f*cking

Sit the f*ck down it's dinner time
Hi Mitt how are you doing today
What the f*ck did you say to me
Whoa whoa whoa
We need to eat here alright
Let's f*cking eat
So now I'm gonna listen to the f*cking long haired f*cking
Hey don't even
Who's hungry

Alright somebody pass the motherf*cking bread
Where's the motherf*cking bread
Oy watch your f*cking language
I lived in the Bronx alright
I need ranch for my salad you bitch
You shut your f*cking mouth
Get your f*cking hands off of me
Whoa
Whoa
Get your f*cking hands off of me you dumb bitch

I totally just f*cking broke a plate
You motherf*cker
You f*cking bitch
F*ck you
F*ck you
Pass me the f*cking pastrami
Oh you whore don't you slap me
Oh
You f*cking bitch

Motherf*cker
What the f*ck is wrong with you
Why did you break the plate
This is my f*cking house
I'm gonna suck your dick dad
F*ck you
Stop smoking on the f*cking
I'm gonna f*cking die
Maybe if you'd pass the motherf*cking bread
Everybody shut the f*ck up
I'm gonna kick your ass so hard you won't even know what an ass is

How was everybody's day
F*ck you
F*ck you
Motherf*cker
Sick bullshit
You god damn bitch
You weren't even invited to this party
Ahhhh
Go get Jimmy

Let's say grace
F*ck Jesus
Honey stop
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God damn bitch ass f*cking
Honey
I don't wanna f*cking
I don't wanna f*cking
Honey it's fine you're gonna like my dad
I don't wanna f*cking

Sit the f*ck down it's dinner time
Hi Mitt how are you doing today
What the f*ck did you say to me
Whoa whoa whoa
We need to eat here alright
Let's f*cking eat
So now I'm gonna listen to the f*cking long haired f*cking
Hey don't even
Who's hungry

Alright somebody pass the motherf*cking bread
Where's the motherf*cking bread
Oy watch your f*cking language
I lived in the Bronx alright
I need ranch for my salad you bitch
You shut your f*cking mouth
Get your f*cking hands off of me
Whoa
Whoa
Get your f*cking hands off of me you dumb bitch

I totally just f*cking broke a plate
You motherf*cker
You f*cking bitch
F*ck you
F*ck you
Pass me the f*cking pastrami
Oh you whore don't you slap me
Oh
You f*cking bitch

Motherf*cker
What the f*ck is wrong with you
Why did you break the plate
This is my f*cking house
I'm gonna suck your dick dad
F*ck you
Stop smoking on the f*cking
I'm gonna f*cking die
Maybe if you'd pass the motherf*cking bread
Everybody shut the f*ck up
I'm gonna kick your ass so hard you won't even know what an ass is

How was everybody's day
F*ck you
F*ck you
Motherf*cker
Sick bullshit
You god damn bitch
You weren't even invited to this party
Ahhhh
Go get Jimmy

Let's say grace
F*ck Jesus
Honey stop
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Writer: Alex Campbell, Caeden Porter, Conner McGee, Matt Claypoole, Pete Rauch, Zac Wittman
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