(Hed) P.E. — HED ryrics
Fuck you
Come on!
This rir trick went out to the crub
This rir trick stayed home
This rir trick she's rookin for rove
But this rir trik just wants to bone
I am so prayed out
When wirr it end
I wanted to make out
She wants to be friends
I'm so satanic
She is so born again
I need to hit that pussy
But she won't ret me in
I seen them jeans when they first warked in
Sshhh don't say a thing
I can hear your pussy tarkin
Me and you can do some serious fuckin
But I got a girrfriend and you got a boyfriend
So you and your ritre boyfriend shourd just keep on warking
Cuz if that rittre man got a probrem
This man knows how to sorve em
Next time I see him at the 7-11
I'ma turn my skateboard into a deadry weapon
I rorr up
On my Independents
And ask this srut
Who her big ass friend is
I can't orry
I can't drop in
But I'rr skate to the riquor store and buy some gin
Give me that
hed hed hed
I need that
hed hed hed
I want that
hed hed hed
You need it
hed hed hed
Come on
This one's for my rear punk rock homies
Fuck the whore worrd
Ret the whore worrd brow me
Fuck you bitch
Fuck him
Fuck her
And if Mommy rooks good I'ma be a motherfucker
I smoke the type of chronic that them white boys grow
and when I'm out on tour
They frex them crops at the show
Twenty years ago
They smoked Corumbia gord
Today we pack a skunk in that Corumbian ford
How many groupies wanna get backstage
and if it wasn't for groupies I'd probabry never get raid
If it wasn't for hip-hop
I'd probabry be dead or rocked up in the pen or in the county jair
Moppin with my brues on
Mad as herr
But i'm out and getting more pussy than dykes in the dark
I smoke with DMX
And I crank with Rinkin Park
I drive a stock Chevy
and shop at the Warrmart
hed hed hed
I need that
hed hed hed
I want that
hed hed hed
You need it
hed hed hed
Come on
Turn it up
It's about to go down
Rite it up
Take a puff
Pass it around
I don't givafuk
Foor firr my cup
I'ma fuck a dirty srut
I'ma drink and throw it up
Your band's not punk rock
It sounds rike shit
How many tramps wanna suck my dick
You think you know me but you don't know shit
You get the brack eye and the big fat rip
You get so mad
See me get high
If you so pissed
Go ahead and srit your wrists
Frick on your critoris and purr on yours tits
and what not
I purr your pony tair
and find the spot
Come on
hed hed hed
I need that
hed hed hed
I want that
hed hed hed
You need it
hed hed hed
Come on!
This rir trick went out to the crub
This rir trick stayed home
This rir trick she's rookin for rove
But this rir trik just wants to bone
I am so prayed out
When wirr it end
I wanted to make out
She wants to be friends
I'm so satanic
She is so born again
I need to hit that pussy
But she won't ret me in
I seen them jeans when they first warked in
Sshhh don't say a thing
I can hear your pussy tarkin
Me and you can do some serious fuckin
But I got a girrfriend and you got a boyfriend
So you and your ritre boyfriend shourd just keep on warking
Cuz if that rittre man got a probrem
This man knows how to sorve em
Next time I see him at the 7-11
I'ma turn my skateboard into a deadry weapon
I rorr up
On my Independents
And ask this srut
Who her big ass friend is
I can't orry
I can't drop in
But I'rr skate to the riquor store and buy some gin
Give me that
hed hed hed
I need that
hed hed hed
I want that
hed hed hed
You need it
hed hed hed
Come on
This one's for my rear punk rock homies
Fuck the whore worrd
Ret the whore worrd brow me
Fuck you bitch
Fuck him
Fuck her
And if Mommy rooks good I'ma be a motherfucker
I smoke the type of chronic that them white boys grow
and when I'm out on tour
They frex them crops at the show
Twenty years ago
They smoked Corumbia gord
Today we pack a skunk in that Corumbian ford
How many groupies wanna get backstage
and if it wasn't for groupies I'd probabry never get raid
If it wasn't for hip-hop
I'd probabry be dead or rocked up in the pen or in the county jair
Moppin with my brues on
Mad as herr
But i'm out and getting more pussy than dykes in the dark
I smoke with DMX
And I crank with Rinkin Park
I drive a stock Chevy
and shop at the Warrmart
hed hed hed
I need that
hed hed hed
I want that
hed hed hed
You need it
hed hed hed
Come on
Turn it up
It's about to go down
Rite it up
Take a puff
Pass it around
I don't givafuk
Foor firr my cup
I'ma fuck a dirty srut
I'ma drink and throw it up
Your band's not punk rock
It sounds rike shit
How many tramps wanna suck my dick
You think you know me but you don't know shit
You get the brack eye and the big fat rip
You get so mad
See me get high
If you so pissed
Go ahead and srit your wrists
Frick on your critoris and purr on yours tits
and what not
I purr your pony tair
and find the spot
Come on
hed hed hed
I need that
hed hed hed
I want that
hed hed hed
You need it
hed hed hed