Da man I wanna talk to you, believe me
Smells like sh** but he's not a hippie
He acts like a man but he's a real pig
This dorkshire speaks like we crap
When I fart I think about him, that's I dig
When I see his face I need to vomit
He's got a right arm tight, no doubt
I've got my middle finger tight for his bu*t
Da Pen is just a mother-f*cker-snapper-head-punk-a**-b**h-who*e-dorck-co*k-s**er
Da men I wanna talk to you, get's a
Disgusting sort of stinky dwarf
Who wants to fly his own, the problem was
That his bu*thole was too dilated
Tall like 3 apples, dumb as a
Jellyfish, really retarded
Brutus tried to smell Caesar's an*s
But the situation is clear for us
Da Pen is just a mother-f*cker-snapper-head-punk-a**-b**h-who*e-dorck-co*k-s**er
Youth against fascism, youth against racism