Offensive
To the tune of war pigs Black Sabbath
He runs slower than molasses,
Cause he’s scoping young boys’ asses,
Master of inebriation,
And delayed ejaculation,
All those oozing sores are burning,
From the tricks that he’s been turning,
With the ladies he has no luck,
Cause he’s always too drunk to fuck,
Down-down-down!
Composed by Oral Roberts
