He sports his rare GWAR hoodie When he puts it on it gives him such a
Zit-scarred and He's at the alone his mouth to no one at all Later he bitter tears He met his idol and he got All he was an autograph The smell of his acne, 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 come 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 what 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 she's get it!
'cause' this is how we roll, this is we do We're fucking your girlfriend right in of you And we know that's not girlfriend, by the way... She's with you because you got her backstage And you her...money
the Ultimate Bohab Stricken gout If you have any drugs then get the fuck out Bohab! Bohab!
Your pock face makes her sick As soon as in there she's getting the dick But not you, from the entire band So out your cock and lay a wad in your hand Soon she is dead, but before we her Come on over here kid, still time to fuck her! A festering hole where used to be a crotch We feed her to bears, all that's is her watch
Bohab! You gave your with pride But people had known you didn't care that you had died The issue did real well Because your interview was You followed to Hell....