Jerome H. Weinstein - At The Tippity Top of Most Things lyrics

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]