$uicideboy$ Vietnam Lyrics

[Intro: Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, RUBY DA CHERRY & $CRIM]
"Who said that? Who the f*ck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy f*cking godmother said it! Out-f*cking-standing! I will P.T. you all until you f*cking die!"
Uh
This a $crim beat
Uh, digging for all the facts, uh
Ruby da Cherry, yah
DJ $crim with that 808

[Verse 1: RUBY DA CHERRY]
You can catch me chillin' with the polar bears
Bogus f*cking jokes on us sucka' punch
Dat D.A.R.E sweatshirt wearing motherf*cker $crim
Scarier Ric Flair, been there, done jack
Sack full of cash, backpack of hash
Grab that stash and dash, there ain't never a clash
Rip a flash
Swallow ya' soul through a flask
Grab that mask, and never look back
Black plague sick
Oh, wait—I meant to say slick
Pissing on his missin' Mrs (yeah, uh)
Dippin' the tip in the grip, and sippin' glory
Tippin' Maury
It's a f*ckin' secret story
Kinda boring, yeah—
Uh
Stormin' in the southeast
Shit, it's really pouring, but I'm snorin'
Hit the alarm clock
While my stocks in farm blocks
Gets hot, like a pot
On the f*ckin' stove oven top

[Interlude: Gunner Sergeant Hartman & $lick $loth]
"Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and f*ck my sister. You little scumbag! I've got your name! I've got your ass!" ($lick $loth, work!)

[Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH]
Ridin' solo, through Kyoto with four hoes
I'm a no-show for more shows
Wanna tango
Drinkin' Faygo, maybe mango
Got a tan, hoe
Couple ten bros
Make a fan go, to the van, hoe
f*ck her mouth 'til the tears start pourin' out
I'm just chillin' eating pizza in a foreign house
Quiet as a mouse, plottin' on a spouse
What's this all about? I don't even know
Only thing I know is that I'm throwed
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sippin' and spillin'
Villians is chilling (yeah, right)
Eatin' on children (grrah!), it's $crimmy the villain!
Got penicillin, munchin' on Chilli's
Pop a few willies
Pop a few pillies (bleurgh!)
Bite a few titties
With my homeboy Timmy (timmy!)
Grippin' on semis
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah!)

[Bridge: Gunnery Sergeant Hartman]
"—exactly three f*cking seconds to wipe that stupid-looking grin off your face, or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-f*ck you! One! Two! Three!"
"Sir, I can't help it, sir!"
"Bullshit! Get on your knees, scumbag...!"

[Outro]
This is my rifle! This is my gun!
This is for fighting! This is for fun!