Luyện nghe bài hát The Ultimate Bohab

He sports his rare 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 was an autograph
The smell of his acne, heavily bunched
He fell down and laughed

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

your dream come true
Your crummy fanzine got a interview!
You'll ask the questions, it all to tape!
If you're really lucky, you get raped!
But not by a dude, that be gay!
But if that's what the band wants I it's O.K.!
We're not going to you...yet, so don't 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 your girlfriend right in of you
And we know that's not girlfriend, by the way...
She's only with you because you got her
And you her...money

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

pock marked face makes her sick
As soon as she's in there getting the dick
But not from you, from the band
So whip out 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 there to be a crotch
We feed her to bears, all that's is her watch

Bohab!
You gave your life with
But people that had you didn't care that you had died

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