Fratguy On The Barbi Lyrics

Charles Bronson Fratguy On The Barbi

Walk in packs from the 503
thinking to score, shout "Hey baby"
with a f..ck-off reply, so you switch
and turn around and call her a f..cking bitch

You f..cking jocks, yeah I wanna f..ck with you
I'll spit in your face and wreck your f..cking hairdo
You wouldn't do shit 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..ckin' drunks, sure I'm a f..ckin' homo
if you're drunken macho image is the one I'm supposed to portray
I'd rather stay a cock-sucking faggot any f..ckin' day

I can't fight - If you say so
You're not drunk - If you say so

You're all assholes and you don't even have to try
so why don't you go back to Hillcrest and f..cking die!