We’re off the hook, you’re out of luck,nthat hoochie momma, she’s a sitting ducknshe’s my next victim, my targets in sight,ngonna take her home and ride her tonight,ngonna go on over, act real cool,nshow her my collection of polished tools,nshe’ll dig the spikes, she’ll dig old mikenBut oh shit whats that, there’s another guy?nnMan, that girl is proper fit,nbut oh my god, you dont deserve it,nMan, they’re some whopping tits,nbut oh my god, you don’t deserve it!nnIndie motherfucker with a curly perm,nman, that rump you dont deserve,nI bet you haven’t got an Ak 48nand I bet you haven’t been to the capital of Kuwaitnif you give me a chance, I’ll show you a good time,ni’ll make you scream, I’ll make you writhnI’ve wrestled bears with my bare hands,nI’ve protected and served, is it cause I dont have a tan?nhow can you dig him, he’s not even a mannI bet he doesn’t even listen to successful bandsnFuck this shit, im gonna text the boys,nand have this lucky bitch destroyednMaybe one day, I’ll find a lass,nWith just as fine tits, and a nice round ass.nnMan, you taunting me with this shit,ncause oh my god, you dont deserve it,nMan, they’re some whopping tits,njesus Christ, you don’t deserve it!nnThis is nuts, this is crazynYou know you want a bit of this baby,nDont you pretend you don’t want it,ncause baby you’re drop dead fit,ni mean who the fuck are the hoosiers,ndo they have beats as dirty as this?nI see that name on your shirt,nyou couldn’t resist if i started to flirtnonce you go ginge you never go back,nso sit daddy’s knee and have a feel in my sack,nwhoa baby this is unreal as fuck,nthat fake bitch dickhead is out of lucknwhen the boys show you a real man,nand show you the definition of a successful band.nYou hear me? You fear me?nYou hear me? You fear me?nBring it on.