When we're hanging out
Quit eyeballing our shit
We may look like we came from the gutter
So what if the gutter's where we kick it
No matter what we stay true to ourselves
Whatever the fuck you think
We couldn't care less
Well actually we do
Now watch us kick your ass
And make a big fucking mess

Clean up on isle six

We mop the floor with your trick ass
You make me think of lance bass
'Cause you're a pretty boy
And we leave pretty boys buried under the grass

Who's Buried
You're Buried