Bunch of barrel-chested motherfuckers.
Hands slicking back their hair,
Talking about how big their dicks are.
Spitting shit backed behind booze soaked breath;
Words slap your face with no politeness.
Apes lacking manners with their ego
Dragging its knuckles and beating
That chest, sounding the war drum.
There's no dressing up,
And no turning it down because
With tenacity they tug at you.
It's the nature of the culture---
We don't eat our young,
We let them devour themselves.