Lyrics:

I don't think it's a problem 'cause most of the girls ask for it. Uh huh, how do they ask for it? The way they act, the way they— I, I can't say they way they dress because that's their own personal choice. But some dumb hoes, slut rocker bitches walking down the street, they're asking for it. They may deny it, but it's true

Lay me spread eagle out on your hill, yeah
Then write a book? on how I wanted to die
It's hard to talk with your dick in my mouth
I will try to scream in pain? a little nicer next time

White boy
Don't laugh
Don't cry
Just die

I'm so sorry if I'm alienating some of you
Your whole fucking culture alienates me
I can not scream from pain down here on my knees
I'm so sorry that I think!

White boy
Don't laugh
Don't cry
Just die