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Said you called me, but you fuckin' lied
You little bitch, you deserve to die
I'm just sittin' here pullin' my pud
With a dirty magazine and a six of Bud
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
You said we'd go see a flick
And you said that you'd suck my prick
Then I saw you with that jock
And all I can say is, "What the fuck?"
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing To Do was written by Scott “Tulu” Gildersleeve.
Nothing To Do was produced by Hugh O’Neill.