[Verse 1 - Sesta]
I slide off that bar stool, drive in the car pool,
In the bicycle lane next to high schools.
Side, swipe cyclists,
Buggin' but f**in',
I'm buckled up and, trouble is double,
And I'm f**in' with any and many hennies I got.
Look,
No money to show, but show money,
Gotta a lot of bottles on my shelf baby,
Help yourself, I'm drunk drivin' on the highway to hell.
I like to, incite violence,
Try fightin', Die tryin', Life's slidin'.
The bright light's of the ambo's my cammo,
This liquid ammo,
Gotta mother f**er feelin' like Rambo.
I'm the Boston Strangler,
See me in your mother's Jeep Wrangler.
The new step daddy's a rapper,
Bangin' the back of her.
I'm back stabbin' her,
Up in the rear,
I've gotta thank God that I've got it,
The c*nt Of The Year.
[Chorus]
And if you see me looking f**ing mad, (I-I hate c*nts)
And if you see me looking f**ing mad, (The cu-cu-c*nt of the year)
I hate - I hate - I-I hate c*nts,
Life peaked, and down hill at eight months,
And if you see me looking f**ing mad,
It's cause I'm f**ing mad.
[Verse 2 - Hons]
First and foremost, I'd like to thank the outstanding citizens,
For all I've done to make me look like a c*nt to live with.
At your party, in your j**elery box,
Takin' all the gold.
N' downstairs, drunk as hell,
Pissing all up on your toilet bowl.
The first cat to cry poor when it's my round,
So I drink for free at the club,
'Till your broke then I bounce.
Man, that sounds nice, don't it?
Full time scum bag,
Move up on your girl, and use your best shirt as my cum rag.
I'm quick to snake and make to f** up his whole game,
Then drag it back to mine,
Like a caveman on the first train.
And when you mackin' a b**h,
I'm rubbin' out an easy, one in your cupboard,
Get my co*k out where it ain't wanted.
The problem is, I'm an inconsiderate f**-wit,
With chicks that try to nut quick,
To avoid that c*nt lick.
The funny sh** is even though I'ma prick,
Then next time we're at the base, you still buy me a drink.
[Chorus]
And if you see me looking f**ing mad, (I-I hate c*nts)
And if you see me looking f**ing mad, (The cu-cu-c*nt of the year)
I hate - I hate - I-I hate c*nts,
Life peaked, and down hill at eight months,
And if you see me looking f**ing mad,
It's cause I'm f**ing mad.
[Verse 3 - Trials]
Pissin' everywhere but the pisser.
Sippin' spilt liquor off the floor,
With a crazy straw from the day before.
I'm the type big into binge drinkin',
Crip limpin in the club, with a smuggy sixxer now.
This can't be the flavor of the month,
Do the the sooks cry foul like the flavour of the, ha,
f**-ity-f** yes,
Swear like a sailor,
And I take shots at d**h with a credit check chaser.
The girls want to be a princess for the night,
But the idea dies like Princess Di,
When Charles, Handy-man with a Handy-Cam,
Takin' off a beach bunny panties in a sandy van
Damn, black out, then I'm right back,
Wakin' up drunk,
Dunkin' down breakfast nightcaps.
Girl's like, "f** you!",
I'm like, "f** me!",
So patriotic put the f**in' "c*nt" into country.
[Outro]
Put your hands together for the, (c*nt of the year)
(All right now ladies),
What I want you to do is take your shirt off for the, (c*nt of the year)
(Listen),
Keep the drinks comin' for the, (c*nt of the year)
(Look),
And grab your breasts 'cause this is for the, (c*nt of the year)