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One time I met this girl, I talked to her online one night, I asked her if she was alright, Didn't say who I was, Now I'm fucked over because, You bastards, Telling her who I am, You bastards, You could all go to fucking Iran, I can't deal with her anymore, She's acting like a whore Say it ain't so, She's a real hoe, She called me last night, About a quarter to 8, I said, "why you calling so late?" She said, "I heard what you said" "I hope you end up dead" And all I wanted was some head! You bastards, Telling her who I am, You bastards, You could all go to fucking Iran, I can't deal with this yet, This girl's making me wanna forget. Even though she's really hot, Mentally stable is what she's not, She's got something wrong in her head, Telling me I should end up dead You bastards, Telling her who I am, You bastards, You could all go to fucking Iran, I can't deal with this ever, Leave me alone forever. Tom: You bastards! Mark: You masturbators! Travis: What the fuck!? Tom: How'd you get a mic Travis!? Travis: I'm a rock star now, I roll with the transplants! Mark: Who? Fuck them, time for a song! Travis: Right on! Tom & Mark: Shut up bastard! |