He proudly sports his rare hoodie When he puts it on it gives him a woodie
Zit-scarred and He's at the alone Running his to no one at all Later he cries bitter He met his and he got punched All he was an autograph The of his acne, it's heavily bunched He fell down and everyone
You're the Bohab Stricken with If you don't any drugs then get the fuck out Bohab! Bohab!
It's your dream true Your crummy got a GWAR interview! ask the questions, it all goes to tape! If really lucky, you might get raped! But not by a dude, that 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!
this is how we roll, this is what we do We're fucking girlfriend right in front of you And we that's not your girlfriend, by the way... She's only with you you got her backstage And you her...money
the Ultimate Bohab Stricken with If you have any drugs then get the fuck out Bohab! Bohab!
Your pock marked makes her sick As soon as she's in there she's the dick But not from you, from the band So whip out your cock and lay a wad in your Soon she is dead, but before we her Come on over kid, there's still time to fuck her! A festering hole where there to be a crotch We feed her to bears, all that's left is her
Bohab! You gave your life pride But people that had you didn't care that you had died The issue did real well your interview was suicide You followed to Hell....