thebartclan

You. You know who you are.

The BartClan is an elite group of sexy individuals who are better than you, and we know it. We are better friends then you could ever imagine and if you want to be part of our gang, you better make damn sure we all like you.

There are eight of us. And if even one of us doesn't like you, you're disqualified.

We will make you feel like shit. We do make fun of rockstars. We do live like rockstars.

We don't care what you have to say, really. Because like I said, we are better than you. Always.

hugs and kisses. sluts and hoes. fuck OCK.





We put the "F-U" back in fun
Serve it up with a smile
You ain't heard this type of stuff in a while
I want your ears right now
Ante up, buck stops here
Put your hands up, like you plan to volunteer
Ollie ollie Oxy Free
Fresh outta detox
Can't afford the doctor's fee
So floor it towards the weed spot
A whole city waitin' for me to fall
Because I made a pretty penny outta nothin' at all
It's that "circle, cirle, dot, dot"
Cootie shot shit, you know
Everybody lovin' it, but ain't nobody touchin' it, yeah
Decaydance takin' over this year
I feel like dancin' baby hold my fears (So Sexy)


And it's ok to be a little risky (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
Forget work it's all play at the end of the day (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
Just be sure to send the females my way (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
Oh look at how cute, we made a mess on the dance floor
So let me get a soul clap, that's what we got hands for

Mission acccomplished
Operation spike punch successful
Now back to tellin' girls im only nineteen, wowzers!
Bob's parents ain't back for another six hours
So it's just enough time to kill the keg that's in the shower
Curse you aquascum, follow the leader
Made today's big fish outta yesterday's bottom feeders
Until I'm belly up, it's all good times from here on out
From the beginning 'til we clear on out It's like: this year, my year, you here, who cares?
Focus you candle it, we kill 'em like Crush Management, Please!
I got no time to player hate
I'm the type to crash your party with "Teddy Ruxpin" and a Slayer tape


Seriously, for one, if I gave a fuck, my eyes would be locked onto yours,
And not to nothin' that's goin' on behind your back homey,
For two... Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, what were you sayin' again? Exactly
Ignorance is bliss homey, you my dear make it fact
I'm just curious as to why you take yourself so serious
You missed the joke a year back, man,
The punchline just hit you in the mouth...