Busdriver - Sorry, Fuckers lyrics

I'm at my titty signing at
The Barnes & Nobles
You brown nose but your downloads
Only show marginal growth
Why do you dress like a lesbian welder?
Only a middle-aged woman looks
Sexy in elk fur
You get injured at the hipster bar
I hit you with a ninja star and
Then I speed off in my car
My life is like a day-to day porn shoot
You'll mayday for more troops when
I say "Sorry Fuckers" see that girl
She's a great lay with her scorched roots
Plus she's got a grade-A horse caboose
That's my lady! I just squeeze her cheeks
While you sit and twitch like a Jesus freak
You're from Hollywood you get
Your sphincter bleached
Sit your ass home and eat your quiche
I'm the dude that your chick would be please
D to meet she'll want to suck me off
With those beaver teeth
But, I decline the offer i
Drive a flying saucer
To perform on neighboring moons
And do the giddy-up with some iffy slut
Who's drinking pick-me-ups out of
Those Dixie cups
To the young boozer, and the drug user
Put the syringe on the baking teaspoon
That means play this it'll
Spike your blood sugar
I'll have your soulmate tied to the subwoofer

Sorry fuckers, you squares fucked up
Plus your haircut sucks
Watch your girl upchuck
Sorry fuckers, we get their thumbs up
Make 'em cry bleed, dry heave
Sorry fuckers we'll extract the bitch in you
Sorry fuckers, and dictate what you listen to
Give them face time with unloved ladies' men
Eschewing life through a dumb '80s trend

With a litany of pop culture reference points
My tenor voice will make the
Women all wet and moist you act gender bent
While I'm wrestling with women in
Boxers with leopard print and yes
That's me arching a pouring glass
At the tee off
Me getting the boarding pass at the kiosk
Me eating fish with French cream sauce
Being celebrated at the confetti toss
I'm waving from the Project
Blowed parade float
Completely nude under my raincoat
While you're in your backpacker entrapments
Battle rapping with a series of gay jokes
You're welcomed to peep game
But when they start riding the
Jock they seldom deplane
A deceased cock, a pudding geyser
The hung dong's the swung
Baton of the womanizer
But for my bitches it's a springboard
To a place where dreams are forged
And I'll smack these geeky young twerps
Out of their medium shirts

Sorry fuckers, you squares fucked up
Plus your haircut sucks
Watch your girl upchuck
Sorry fuckers, we get their thumbs up
Make 'em cry bleed, dry heave
Sorry fuckers we'll extract the bitch in you
Sorry fuckers, and dictate what you listen to
Give them face time with unloved ladies' men
Eschewing life through a dumb '80s trend