Fratguy On The Barbi Lyrics
Walk in packs from the 503
Thinking to score, shout "Hey baby"
With a fuck-off reply, so you switch
And turn around and call her a fucking bitch
You fucking jocks, yeah I wanna fuck with you
I'll spit in your face and wreck your fucking 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 fuckin' drunks, sure I'm a fuckin' homo
If you're drunken macho image is the one I'm supposed to portray
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I'd rather stay a cock-sucking faggot any fuckin' 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 fucking die!
