Charles Bronson - Fratguy On The Barbi lyrics

Walk in packs from the 503 Thinking to score, shout "Hey baby" With a f**-off reply, so you switch And turn around and call her a f**ing b**h You f**ing jocks, yeah I wanna f** with you I'll spit in your face and wreck your f**ing hairdo You wouldn't do sh** 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**in' drunks, sure I'm a f**in' h*mo If you're drunken macho image is the one I'm supposed to portray I'd rather stay a co*k-s**ing f*ggot any f**in' day I can't fight - If you say so You're not drunk - If you say so You're all a**holes and you don't even have to try So why don't you go back to Hillcrest and f**ing die!