Sorry. Fuckers - Busdriver

I’m at my titty signing at the Barnes & Nobles

You brown-nose but your downloads only show marginal growth

Why do you dress like a lesbian welder?

Only a middle-aged woman looks sexy in elk fur

You get injured at the hipster bar

I hit you with a ninja star and then I speed off in my car

My life is like a day-to-day porn shoot

You’ll mayday for more troops when I say «Sorry Fuckers»

See that girl, she’s a great lay with her scorched roots

Plus she’s got a grade-A horse caboose

That’s my lady!

I just squeeze her cheeks

While you sit and twitch like a Jesus freak

You’re from Hollywood;

you get your sphincter bleached

Sit your ass home and eat your quiche

I’m the dude that your chick would be pleased to meet

She’ll want to suck me off with those beaver teeth

But I decline the offer.

I drive a flying saucer

To perform on neighboring moons

And do the giddy-up with some iffy slut

Who’s drinking pick-me-ups out of those Dixie cups

To the young boozer, and the drug user

Put the syringe on the baking teaspoon

That means play this it’ll spike your blood sugar

I’ll have your soulmate tied to the subwoofer

Sorry fuckers, you squares fucked up

Plus your haircut sucks, watch your girl upchuck

Sorry fuckers, we get their thumbs up

Make 'em cry bleed, dry heave

Sorry fuckers;

we’ll extract the bitch in you

Sorry fuckers, and dictate what you listen to

Give them face time with unloved ladies' men

Eschewing life through a dumb '80s trend

With a litany of pop culture reference points

My tenor voice will make the women all wet and moist

You act gender bent

While I’m wrestling with women in boxers with leopard print

And yes, that’s me arching a pouring glass at the tee off

Me getting the boarding pass at the kiosk

Me eating fish with French cream sauce

Being celebrated at the confetti toss

I’m waving from the Project Blowed parade float

Completely nude under my raincoat

While you’re in your backpacker entrapments

Battle rapping with a series of gay jokes

You’re welcomed to peep game

But when they start riding the jock they seldom deplane

A deceased cock, a pudding geyser

The hung dong’s the swung baton of the womanizer

But for my bitches it’s a springboard

To a place where dreams are forged

And I’ll smack these geeky young twerps

Out of their medium shirts

Sorry fuckers, you squares fucked up

Plus your haircut sucks, watch your girl upchuck

Sorry fuckers, we get their thumbs up

Make 'em cry bleed, dry heave

Sorry fuckers;

we’ll extract the bitch in you

Sorry fuckers, and dictate what you listen to

Give them face time with unloved ladies' men

Eschewing life through a dumb '80s trend