Call Of Duty Warzone

A game that stands for “Call Of Duty Hack-Zone” because they need a better anti-cheat

Me: you wanna play some Call Of Duty Warzone?
Friend: No, all people do is hack on that game, it should be called “Hack-Zone”

Crocs that are called iris

They’re an amazing person and they should not die

Crocs that are called iris are just shoes with a name btw

double-red that call

when you hit the end button twice on your cell phone to make sure that the caller is disconnected.

"You'd better "double-red that call" before you start talking about what a loser the person on the other end was."

Extended booty call

Extra long humping session when missed a few booty calls.

I havnt seen my ho in a few days so we had a extended booty call.

walk n call

The act of calling someone on your phone while you are walking.

"Hey!"
"Hey man. I hear traffic noise in the background. Is this a walk n call?"

[booty] [call] [group]

Whenever somebody falls out with their group of friends, they go to this group
The one group that everyone goes to when they become loners, get ditched etc.

Girl 1: No one likes that girl anymore, her old friends ignore her
Girl 2: Yeah, she's hanging out with the booty call group now

Town Called Malice

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life, 'cause it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for the runaway bus 'cause those rosy days are few
And stop apologizing for the things you've never done
'Cause time is short and life is cruel but it's up to us to change
This town called malice
Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious
In a town called malice, yeah
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, oh
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Struggle after struggle, year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice, ooh yeah
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
Gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kid's new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice, ooh yeah

The ghost of a steam train, echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere
Just going round and round, oh
Playground kids and creaking swings
Lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will
But I'd sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice, yeah
In this town called malice, yeah
In this town called malice, ooh yeah