Luyện nghe bài hát The Ultimate Bohab

He proudly sports his rare hoodie
When he puts it on it him such a woodie

Zit-scarred and
He's at the show
Running his to no one at all
Later he cries tears
He met his and he got punched
All he was an autograph
The smell of his acne, heavily bunched
He fell down and laughed

You're the Ultimate
Stricken gout
If you don't have any then get the fuck out
Bohab!
Bohab!

your dream come true
Your crummy got a GWAR interview!
You'll ask the questions, it all to tape!
If you're really lucky, you get raped!
But not by a dude, would be gay!
But if that's the band wants I guess it's O.K.!
We're not to rape you...yet, so don't you fret it!
You brought a woman with you, and now gonna get it!

'cause' is how we roll, this is what we do
fucking your girlfriend right in front of you
And we know that's not girlfriend, by the way...
She's only with you you got her backstage
And you her...money

You're the Bohab
with gout
If you don't have any drugs get the fuck out
Bohab!
Bohab!

pock marked face makes her sick
As soon as in there she's getting the dick
But not from you, from the entire
So out your cock and lay a wad in your hand
Soon she is dead, but we chuck her
Come on over here kid, there's still time to her!
A festering hole there used to be a crotch
We feed her to bears, all left is her watch

Bohab!
You your life with pride
But people that had known you didn't that you had died

The last did real well
Because interview was suicide
You GWAR to Hell....