I Can Never Write Too Many Songs About Morons Like You

Your conservative flag flies high
and I wanna burn it down to the fucking ground
Pumped-up meatheads living it up
You look like fucking clowns

when you pose
but don't you know
the sock stuffed in
your pants, it shows

You think that you rule the roost
but you're liquor induced
Fake baked morons with really lame hairdos
Fuck you.

Dekalb sure ain't complete without you three musketeers
So raise hell, dude
fuck some bitches and crack another beer