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Tribe 8

Frat Pig



Lyrics

Did it in the name of male bonding
Did it in the name of fraternity
You say you just won a game of hockey
You were dealing with some left over energy

Frat Pig
It's called gang rape
Let's play
Gang castrate

You say she was a slut
She wanted group sex
She gave the quarterback head last week
She wore tight shirts
She had big tits
At the frat barbeque you served her up some meat

Frat Pig
It's called gang rape
Let's play
Gang castrate

Your brothers are lovers
More than friends
You wanna touch them
You wanna hold them
But you can't
So you make her the catalyst
Vicarious object of your homoerotic fantasy

Cut it out, cut it off!

"Hey dog, c'mere boy, come here
I got something for you
You know what I'm saying?
You know you want it
Yeah
Big, sharp, shiny, just like you like it
Come on
We got something for you baby, come on baby"

Castrate
Frat pigs
Castrate
Frat pigs

She wrote your name on the bathroom wall
It's gonna be hard for you to find a date now
Me and my posse, roaming the halls
Gonna play a little game called gang castrate

Frat Pig
It's called gang rape
Let's play
Gang castrate