Your conservative flag flies high
And I wanna burn it down to the f**ing ground
Pumped-up meatheads living it up
You look like f**ing clowns
When you pose
But don't you know
The sock stuffed in
Your pants, it shows
You think that you rule the roost
But you're liquor induced
Fake baked morons with really lame hairdos
f** you
Dekalb sure ain't complete without you three musketeers
So raise hell, dude
f** some b**hes and crack another beer