Smelly The Arrogant Sons of Bitches

Another year, another disappointment
What am I to celebrate?
365 days of fuckin' up, yeah
Being just a waste of space
Well I like girls who like me too and never make a fuckin' move
Cause the word suave don't mean shit to me
Vomit from a heaping bowl of rancid chicken noodle soup
Or just lay down and go to sleep
Another day, so what's your fuckin' hurry?
Why will I get slagged today?
My spiky hair, my boring clothes
The undeniably pathetic fact that me and you are one in the same
When my Old Spice deodorant don't last till 3 o clock
I get all smelly and no one wants to come near
But I don't give an ass, because tonight I'll get it right
That's right, I'll ask her out. Fuck all my fears
Get some bitches, get some hoes. Whoa-oh!