Laundry For Nothin' Lyrics - Singles - Malachi Crunch

I want my ICC 

Now look at them coops there's a bunch of loonies 

All of them yahoos in the ICC 

That ain't living that's a fuckin' commune 

Laundry for nothin' and sex for free 

Now that ain't living that's a fuckin' commune 

Lemme tell ya them kids are lewd 

They own all kinds of shit in common 

And I hear they sleep in the nude 

They got vats of peanut butter 

And weird bread with crunchy seeds 

They got rooms that they keep empty 

To satisfy their horny needs 

See that house with the purple paint job 

I bet that they're all fruity in there 

They got a house named after marijuana 

They sit around in their underwear 

They got vats of peanut butter 

And weird bread with crunchy seeds 

They got rooms that they keep empty 

To perform their horny deeds 

They got one that's named after a communist 

They got one that's run by chicks 

Another's full of vegetarian whiners 

Munchin on their trail mix 

And what's up there, what's that? A pterodactyl? 

It looks like a sparrow trying to pee 

That ain't livin' that's a fuckin' commune 

Get your laundry for nothin' and your sex for free 

They got vats of peanut butter 

And weird bread with crunchy seeds 

They got rooms that they keep empty 

To satisfy their horny needs 

Now that ain't livin' that's a fuckin' commune 

All them yahoos in the ICC 

That ain't livin' that's a fuckin' commune 

Laundry for nothin' and your sex for free 

Laundry for nothin', sex for free