Droppin' Many Cider Punx

The way you act is f*ckin trife
Drunk as a skunk and twice as ripe
You're a f*cking waste of life
My hate for you is like a knife

You're like a jock at football practice
Trying to impress with your silly antics
A frat boy in a leather jacket
Without your beer you couldn't hack it

Here's your walking papers
Clean out your locker
You're another worthless fake punk rocker

Punk supplies me with a foundation
To you its a soundtrack to retardation
I don't think its funny, I don't think its cute
You're heading for a party at the end of my boot
You should have stayed on quincy
You should have stayed on chips
Now I'm here to serve you with your pink slip