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!