D.f.f.

Everybody’s asking me if Skarhead’s fine

We’re still fucked up on a Saturday night

No ones gonna tell us how to live our life

T.C.O.B.

Drink, fuck, and fight!

Another drink for the liver. A line for the mind

A little coke whore loving to pass the time

White trash pussy. Some drugs and booze

The hardcore living is the life I choose

The party don't stop till we say when

Until I’m taking you home to fuck you and your friend

Your doing lines off my cock while I’m taking some shots

Stick the straw in the bag. Fuck breaking the rocks

Everybody’s asking me if Skarhead’s fine

We’re still fucked up on a Saturday night

No ones gonna tell us how to live our life

T.C.O.B.

Drink, fuck, and fight!

I’m internationally known to rock the party

So pass the cocaine, Jack, and Baccardi

I sniff all day, fuck all night

Hardcore hooligan who loves to fight

So listen to this message as I do this hot

Only creeps like us, lurk in the dark

I love my life, love these whores

Getting animalistic when behind closed doors

See I be fucking the dams

Moving the cain

Working up the block see all the product

Gets alotted where we party or not

We keep it hot nonstop with the strippers and drugs

Never report it, get retarded, we some real street thugs

We keep it low life, its yo life, fuck your wife too

Getting dizzy running trizzys on her, with the crew

Everybody’s asking me if Skarhead’s fine

We’re still fucked up on a Saturday night

No ones gonna tell us how to live our life

T.C.O.B.