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Joy to the world
The hash is done
It’s time … To drink… a beer
And drink another beer
And then another beer
And then another beer
And then another beer
And then another
Another beer
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Look at this hash
Isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think our collections complete
Wouldn’t you think we’re the ones, the ones who have everyone
We’ve Jizzy’s and Jizzl’s a’pllenty
We got Tables and Toppers galore
And vagina names? We’ve got 20
But who cares, no big deal, we want more
Out where we run, out where we walk, following trails of flower and chalk
Beer on your dome, soon you’ll call KAWH3 Home
What would you pay, if you could play, with all these dickheads
What would you give if you could live like a heathen
Muggles on land, don’t understand
They want to, repremand us hashers
But we’re hashers, so you bastards, are you on-on
You’re ready to know what these wankers know
You’ve got questions, S.A.D.’s my answer
Like who am I, and why won’t I, shut the fuck up
Fill up your cup
Don’t you dare frown
Cause you’re about to do a down down
And when you’re done
You will become
Part of our hash
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The poop in my butt goes plop plop plop,
Plop plop plop, plop plop plop.
The poop in my butt goes plop plop plop,
Drink it down down down down down down
On each plop plop plop the RA should bend at the knees and act like they are pooping.
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Oh, you pretty,
Shiggy Down Down, Shiggy Shiggy Down Down,
We love you and our pretty.
Shiggy Down Down, Shiggy Shiggy Down Down,
Loves us too.
High, low, anywhere we go,
On Shiggy Shiggy, On On, dogs!
Down Down, Shiggy Shiggy Down Down,
Run on a bender, friend.
Down Down, Shiggy Shiggy Down Down,
Run on a bender, friends!
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Why was he born so beautiful
Why was he born at all
He´s no fucking use to anyone
He´s no fucking use at all
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I love booze,
booze loves me.
Oh my god I have to pee.
I’m so drunk I’m falling in the floor.
Alcoholic 🦕.
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These chicks don’t even know the name of my hash.
But they’re all on me like they really gon’ smash.
Cause once I *un they know that I’ll be the man.
All because I’m the FRB of my hash.
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This is the story of hare,
Who laid a trail and fucked the whole pack.
And while [he or she] gives us beer and naughty checks,
I absolutely hate [him or her],
When [he or she] hares.
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I will leave my happi at the trail,
I won’t sing a note,
They’ve all been sung before, you know.
So why don’t we just lay our marks,
Like we’re not scared of what the shiggy has,
Or scared of finding Y-B-F.
Look, don’t get me wrong,
I know there is no shitty trail.
All I ask is,
If this is my last hash with you,
Searching like we’re more than just friends.
Give me a hash note I can use.
Lead me with your chalk while we do,
What hashers do,
It matters how we zen.
What if I never hash again?
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Checked the marks; Went through shiggy,
Did my time, found the powder.
Found a bad trail, but I’m not gonna stop.
Just a man and his need for on-on!
So many times I’m *unning too fast,
You change your passion for down-downs.
Don’t lose traditions from the hash of the past,
You must *un just to keep them alive.
It’s the eye of the hasher,
It’s the thrill of the search.
Rising up to the challenge of the patches,
And the last F-R-B stalks the pack in full-moon,
And he’s watching us all with the,
Eeeeyyyye. Of the hasher.