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American b****** Lyrics

Raise your hand if you like American b******
Locked in girl on girl kisses
Well, I do
You're just mad you can't score American b******
So you're blowing up s***, which
Just goes to prove

That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite

(What kind of a man sits Indian style?)

Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your whack a** laid
Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your whack a** laid

Trust me holmes, you would kill for American b******
And the freedom of t*** if
You only knew, who-hoo

That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
(What kind of a man sits Indian style?)

Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your whack a** laid
Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your whack a** laid

Come to Infidelphia
And fall in love with the unholy
My boy knows this stripper that looks just like Angelina Jolie

Just
Don't bring up
What that club
You belong to does
Dungeons & Dragons
Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your whack a** laid
Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Ain't gonna get your whack a** laid

Where I come from bras are b***y traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax
Where I come from bras are b***y traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax
Where I come from bras are b***y traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax
Where I come from bras are b***y traps
And soft targets have a bikini wax

(I've transcribed this, so a word or two might be off)
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