Raise your hand if you like American bitches
Locked in girl on girl kisses
Well, I do
You're just mad you can't score American bitches
So you're blowing up shit, which
Just goes to prove
That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
What kind of a man sits Indian style?
Chorus
Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
verse 2
Come to Infidelphia
And fall in love with the unholy
My boy knows this stripper that looks just like Angelina Jolie
Bridge
Just
Don't bring up
What that club
You belong to does
Dungeons & Dragons
Chorus
Where I come from bras are booby traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax