Yo! C'mon and rip your throat! Yo!
Crimson and turpintine
Downloadin' love with Rake Yohnnie's mom
Whoa, I didn't know the panties you wore were flammable
Set off the fire AH-LAOW!
Goshen Mall is a mini machine
If you were there, you'd be rockin' the scene
Now rip off your drawers, and fall in love
And rip your [bad word] from up above, NOW
Who double dares to find the flag
Burried deep in the [bad word] of a [bad word] 
Chocolate candy bars, and [bad word] 
Don't hold back for Mother Goose, yeah!
Where's the [bad word] #39; Golden Egg? Yeah
Who wants to [bad word] Rake
Who will beg?
Who opens up their [bad word] like a filthy keg?
Who wants a little more?
Who's [bad word] is bleeding [bad word] it out it's [bad word] #39; raw, yeah
I'll make your [bad word] bleed
Woo that's all I need, I wanna make my beans
 [bad word] #39; bag bag more
Wanna little bit of [bad word] 'til I'm sore
I wanna feel a loaf of bread
Maybe we could trade it for a bit of head
I'll suck it 'til I'm raw, that's all I said
(Noises mimicking Indian gibberish)
Yeah no now you want to wear my turbin and bang your hole
 [bad word]