Fratguy On The Barbi Lyrics

Walk in packs from the 503
thinking to score, shout "Hey baby"
with a f*ck-off reply, so you switch
and turn around and call her a f*cking bitch

You f*cking jocks, yeah I wanna f*ck with you
I'll spit in your face and wreck your f*cking hairdo
You wouldn't do shit if you weren't full of beer
Impress your fellow clones, give 'em a reason to cheer

And I'll cheer
when you wrap yourselves around a telephone poll you f*ckin' drunks, sure I'm a f*ckin' homo
if you're drunken macho image is the one I'm supposed to portray
I'd rather stay a cock-sucking faggot any f*ckin' day

I can't fight - If you say so
You're not drunk - If you say so

You're all assholes and you don't even have to try
so why don't you go back to Hillcrest and f*cking die!

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