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Walk in packs from the 503 thinking to score, shout "Hey baby" with a fuck-off reply, so you switch and turn around and call her a fucking bitch You fucking jocks, yeah I wanna fuck with you I'll spit in your face and wreck your fucking 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 fuckin' drunks, sure I'm a fuckin' homo if you're drunken macho image is the one I'm supposed to portray I'd rather stay a cock-sucking faggot any fuckin' 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 fucking die! From Letras Mania