• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Banerio - Pitboss
• Viking Sex - Pitboss
• Towel-i-ban - Pitboss
• Through It All - Pitboss
• Thortons Big Gulp - Pitboss
• Mike Skis Voice - Pitboss
• Grindario - Pitboss
• Grin And Ferret - Pitboss
• Good Clean Queers - Pitboss
• D.i. Why Are You Gay - Pitboss
• Carpe Pun - Pitboss
• Me So Horney - Booty Bass
• Shake That Ass Bitch - Booty Bass

Let's be honest, simple and plain
No one's as ugly as the singer from Bane
Bucked ass teeth, the color of toffee
You should use Crest instead of gargling with coffee
I look at you and it hurts my eyes
You look like you've been bobbing for french fries
Crumb cake complexion, busted as hell
Is that your teeth, or is your tongue just in jail?
You might get mad, and you'll wanna' smack me
But don't hate me, hate your abundance of acne
So, I hear you have game
How.....who knows?
Proof positive

The lightening was flashing, the thunder was crashing
As we rolled around in the heat of passion
Arm in arm on the bed we were rollin'
As my cock was getting all veiny and swollen
We could just make out, but that would just leave me
wanting more
Because i just wanna' fuck on tour
We can go all night long even if my dick gets sore
Because I just wanna' fuck on tour
Call up two or three friends to join---fuck it, go ahead
call four
Because I just wanna' fuck on tour
I'll be the Cock Rock Warlock all up in your backdoor
Because I just wanna' fuck on tour
Her panties got wet when she heard this ballad
So she lifted up my nuts and tossed my salad
I got romantic and poured the Champipple
Rubbed on her titties and sucked on her nipple
The Pitboss Army's an erotic battalion
Six big-dick daddies who fuck like stallions
So ladies if you wanna' see it first-hand

Third world beatdown, death in the sand
Filthy mongrel country, FUCK THE TALIBAN!
Pitboss Army bustin' off shots
Aim for the turbans if you can't see the dots
You should have stuck to oil, instead of making bombs
Blow up our buildings, we'll blow up your moms
We'll see who laughs last, when we let the bombs drop
Those beards only look good on Z.Z. Top
Don't even speak to me, talking that "Hachschi"

God gave Through It All to you
Gave Through It All to everyone
God gave Through It All to you
John's bankrollin' off you christian nerds
In OLC you were hard, but DMS was harder
You're fat and sloppy like Nel Carter
Couldn't go on tour because the bank repoed your van
Tried to use hardcore so you could get paid
Lost your George Foreman grill the one time you got laid
Now you're rockin' out in Cali for the glory of the lamb
Jesus saves, but who withdrawals ?
You'd be Jewish for free Matzah Balls
Doin' it for the money from the scam
Now you sing hymns instead of Crimson And Clover
It's not your cup dude, it's your weight that runneth
over
Rockin' out the buffet for the cornbread and the ham
Claimin' sXe, but puffin' on spliffs
I guess "Thou shall not steal" doesn't mean riffs
Fleecing christian kids because Through It All's a sham
Remember this----"Dear kid.....EAT SHIT"?
Screwed us once again, now you want your percent?

You wear more make-up than Zsa-Zsa Gabor
Been engaged thirty times because you're a whore
Who did you blow to get in Tattoo magazine?
They airbrushed your teeth so them shits would look clean
You wanna be the coolest girl, the leader of the pack
But you can't be respected when you're face-deep in sack
You got pissed off online when your bubble started
burstin'
It's not my fault you fucked everyone from Fat Rob to
Rich Thurston
I'd be so ashamed if you were my daughter
Were you up all night when you fucked Slaughter?
Fuck any band whether Skinhead or dreaded
Been in more tour vans than premium unleaded
More paint on your eyebrows than Tammy Fay Baker
"X"es tattooed on your chest because you're a faker
You "did something crazy" when you shaved your head
But who's gonna fuck the bands when AIDS kills you dead?
You even dated the singer from Strangers As Homos
This doesn't rhyme, you just fucking suck
Bright pink hair, thinking you look tight
But you're not cute, you look like a transvestite
Fuck anyone for scene points who's willing and able
Been laid in more hotel rooms than basic cable
Claiming straightedge but tipping back beers

An awesome artist, a really nice guy
But he makes my ears hurt, 'cause his voice is too high
Mike Ski's voice sucks
"Lake Effect in full effect. I sound like Yoda screaming
into a fan.

Cook clean fuck suck scrub have kids
That's all you're good for
Get your clit outta' the pit
Know your role and show your tits
It might make you mad and it might make you cry
But the show always stops when you get a black eye
I don't care that you sang for Walls Of Jericho
In a band or not, a hoe is still a hoe
I love Scott Vogel because he's the best
Leaving bitches in Despair after the Slugfest
Yes, I think you're hot but please stop bitchin'

Hardcore Aaron Neville, but without the mole
With a strange obsession, with sex in the butthole
His dick is the size of the arm on a baby
With big ass lips like Mushmouth, O-be-kaybee
I've got something to say, Here's an expose' ,
A cat and a clean apartment equals gay
GNC you endorse, You're hung like a horse,
Shut your mouth you weapon of discourse
Write sensitive lyrics, 'cause you're a sweet talker
Act like you get played by more white girls than soccer
But that's not true because you're really a player
As a kid you looked like Webster with a 'fro
But you grew up to look like Panthro

Your band is funny, but let's get one thing clear
I don't mean funny haha, I mean funny queer
With all the wit of Bob Saget

Hey, look in the corner it's that DIY fag
The one with the "Fuck Racism" patch on his bag
Full of gay opinions, he says what he means
No, I don't want one of your fifty-cent zines
Your recipes are yummy and your rants on girls are
scathing
Spend less time running your mouth and spend more time on
bathing
You go on and on about Chain Of Strength and Judge
That sucks as bad as your fucking vegan fudge
I couldn't care less about your distro you jock
The only 7'' I care about is my cock
I've had it up to here with your propaganda
I'll vivisect something right now, pass me a panda
Go on and on about how bad sweatshops are
But how can that be when it keeps those kids out of my
yard?
Cruelty-free? Yeah, I guess that's nice
But I want steak with my beans and rice
Stand on the side, bitch when kids dance
With your potato sack patches and your cargo pants
Rocking hairy arm pits, tipping back cans of soy
I can't even tell if you're a girl or a boy
Your only source of protein comes from a jar of Skippy
Call yourself hardcore but you're just a hippy
You smell like onions, rock deoderant doesn't work
Think you'll save the world but you're just a fucking

You can get emotional when Elliott starts to sing
As long as I can put my Weezer in your Promise Ring
Spread your legs wide open, let me show you what I like
I'll show you where I park my Small Brown Bike
Punk rock girls are hot, metal girls make me drool
Hardcore girls are sexy, but emo girls rule
Short spiky hair, and horn-rimmed glasses
Sweet emo pussies, tight emo asses
We can walk on the beach and stare up at the moon
I'll rock back and forth 'til I'm balls deep in pun
Further Seems Forever when you're with Ben W. O
I'll eat you out all night while you sing with Rufio
Juliana has a Theory that I'm the best
When we fucked in my car, that's what she Dashboard
Confessed
This Boy Sets a Fire in your heart & in your drawls
Because I've fucked more feminists than republican laws
You need me because emo boys act too gay
When you need men Pitboss Saves The Day
You'd see Planes Mistaken For Stars if you acted more
"whorey"

]=sampled words
[What'll we get for ten dollars?]
[Every 'ting you want]
[Everything?]
[Every 'ting]
[Ooh! Don't do that, baby! Ahh!]
[Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me! Aaahh!]
[Ooohh!]
Chorus (repeated during breakdowns):
[Ahh! Me so horny!]
[Me love you long time!]
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Sittin' at home with my dick on hard
So I got the black book for a freak to call
Picked up the telephone, then dialed the 7 digits
Said, "Yo, this Marquis, baby! Are you down with it?"
I arrived at her house, knocked on the door
Not having no idea of what the night had in store
I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning
I have an appetite for sex, 'cause me so horny
Chorus
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
Girls always ask me why I fuck so much
I say "What's wrong, baby doll, with a quick nut?"
'Cause you're the one, and you shouldn't be mad
I won't tell your mama if you don't tell your dad
I know he'll be disgusted when he sees your pussy busted
Won't your mama be so mad if she knew I got that ass?
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
My appetite is sex, 'cause me so horny
Chorus
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
You can say I'm desperate, even call me perverted
But you say I'm a dog when I leave you fucked and deserted
I'll play with your heart just like it's a game
I'll be blowing your mind while you're blowing my brains
I'm just like that man they call Georgie Puddin' Pie
I fuck all the girls and I make 'em cry
I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning
I have an appetite for sex, 'cause me so horny.
Chorus
Breakdown(4x):
[Ahh! Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me!]
Chorus
Verse 4: Fresh Kid Ice
It's true, you were a virgin until you met me
I was the first to make you hot and wetty-wetty
You tell your parents that we're goin' out
Never to the movies, just straight to my house
You said it yourself, you like it like I do
Put your lips on my dick, and suck my asshole too
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
My appetite is sex, 'cause me so horny
Chorus
Breakdown (repeated till end of track):
[Fuckie suckie]

Chorus:
Shake that ass bitch and let me see whatcha got
Just shake that ass bitch and let me see whatcha got
Just shake that ass bitch and let me see whatcha got
Just shake that ass bitch and let me see whatcha got
Just shake that ass bitch and let me see whatcha got
No head
What up yo, ho? I wanna see ya ass on the dance flo’
Aint no time to be thinkin trick, only fo’ real I wanna see that ass bitch
Drop it down a little low like that, hit it in the front with the splack pack
Uh, uh
Shake that ass and do somethin, ho
Splack plack in the house start frontin, yo
G-strings from the back, just shake that ass for the splack pack
Chorus
No body
Come in girl step to the front
Now make that ass ho jump
Kill money like to get butt
So come in girl cuz your body get funk
Splack pack be rockin it
All the hoes ji-joggin it
Kill money be rockin it
Fo real don’t so lets go, uh
I wanna see you sweat trap
So get in my face and make that ass clap
G-strings from the back, just shake that ass for the splack pack
Chorus
Hey baby hey baby, drop that thang down, uh
All the hoes be shake shake shakin it
All the hoes just shake shake shakin it
All the hoes be shake shake shakin it
All the hoes just shakin it
They scrub da ground (SCRUB DA GROUND)
Let me hear you say scrub da ground (SCRUB DA GROUND)
So now you know what time it is
I knew its when one time fo’ that
Say, day in the house
Splack pack came and turn it out
This one’s for the booty shake
I wanna see it all no fake
Cuz kill money’s on the beans freak
So open up and let me take a peek
Bend all over now touch yo toe
Grab da pole let me see that push, yo
Yeah, like that
Just shake that ass for the splack pack
Chorus
Uh, I kinda like what I see
But you gotta shake for this money
One time for my dogs in the pipe
My niggas from the bottom down with the splack
So drop it down if you wit it
Don’t stop just get it get it
Let pump the back up
Shake them titties, now make that pussy jump
Now bend ya ass all over
Spread it wide let a nigga get on ya
I’m comin straight up the back
Kill money down with the splack pack
Chorus
Drop it down a little low like that
Drop drop it down a little low like that