He proudly sports his GWAR hoodie When he puts it on it gives him a woodie
and unpopular He's at the show his mouth to no one at all Later he cries bitter He met his and he got punched All he wanted was an The smell of his acne, it's heavily He fell and everyone laughed
You're the Bohab Stricken with If you don't have any then get the fuck out Bohab! Bohab!
your dream come 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 going to rape you...yet, so you fret it! You brought a woman you, and now she's 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... only with you because you got her backstage And you her...money
the Ultimate Bohab Stricken gout If you don't have any drugs then get the out Bohab! Bohab!
pock marked face makes her sick As soon as she's in 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 before we her Come on over here kid, there's time to fuck her! A festering hole where used to be a crotch We feed her to bears, all left is her watch
Bohab! You gave your life with But people that had known you didn't that you had died The issue did real well your interview was suicide You followed to Hell....