f** you, we don't have to rhyme
We do what we want all the days
In many ways we've been victimised
We were shunned tryna open their thighs
f** the haters right in their vaginas
Jesus beside me and Allan behind us
Let's take this from the top of time
From the tip my penis to the base of mine
[Han Solo]
Calum, I wanna f** you in the 9th letter of the alphabet
And it won't be love it'll just be s**
He's your Qur'an and he's in your mind
But he's never in that fine a**hole
Cos baby that a**hole's mine
He begs us for mercy but we don't know Y
Cos that guy's a p**y; he's not even a f**ing vowel
A E I Owe Calum a reacharound
He's next in line, after everyone in town
Oh, k** it Thomas
[Solo/outro]