You threatened to have your sister kick my ***
That just proves you have no class
You mooned the street on Frankford Ave.
How much class can you really have?

At the shore, you screamed "You Reek."
Polite company I need to seek
You hit me in the face with a pint glass
It's pretty clear you are an ***

You drank some gin
You started to spin
And broke your jaw
Of your dumbness, I'm in awe

You whipped out your ****
And spun it around
In your head you are so sick
I wanted to bury my head underground

I think that's enough proof
Of what you are
But now I'm aloof
You've gone too far