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