[Verse 1]
Raise your hand if you like American b**hes
Locked in girl on girl kisses
Well, I do
You're just mad you can't score American b**hes
So you're blowing up sh**, which
Just goes to prove
[Pre-Chorus]
That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
(What kind of a man sits Indian style?)
[Chorus]
Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your wack a** laid
Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your wack a** laid
[Verse 2]
Trust me holmes, you would k** for American b**hes
And the freedom of tits if
You only knew, who-hoo
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Come to Infidelphia
And fall in love with the unholy
My boy knows this stripper that looks just like Angelina Jolie
[Bridge]
Just
Don't bring up
What that club
You belong to does...
Dungeons & Dragons
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Where I come from bras are b**by traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax
Where I come from bras are b**by traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax
Where I come from bras are b**by traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax
Where I come from bras are b**by traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax