P.O.Box - Da Pen lyrics

Da man I wanna talk to you, believe me Smells like sh** but he's not a hippie He acts like a man but he's a real pig This dorkshire speaks like we crap When I fart I think about him, that's I dig When I see his face I need to vomit He's got a right arm tight, no doubt I've got my middle finger tight for his bu*t Da Pen is just a mother-f*cker-snapper-head-punk-a**-b**h-who*e-dorck-co*k-s**er Da men I wanna talk to you, get's a Disgusting sort of stinky dwarf Who wants to fly his own, the problem was That his bu*thole was too dilated Tall like 3 apples, dumb as a Jellyfish, really retarded Brutus tried to smell Caesar's an*s But the situation is clear for us Da Pen is just a mother-f*cker-snapper-head-punk-a**-b**h-who*e-dorck-co*k-s**er Youth against fascism, youth against racism