BROS <3 BROS
After this jager shot
Things won’t be the same
I’ll be drunk again
Spittin that game
Talkin my way
Into biddies’ pants
Let that bitch take my girth
And scream like she saw some ants
Me and you bro,
We gunna run a train
I got the mouth, you got the ass
Lets ruin this bitch’s brain.
Me and you bro,
We gonna fuck the same bitch
No one wants to catch
But for you Bro I will pitch
For the only excuse
Is the bitch that we do
Cuz I’m only into it
Cuz I really <3 you
-written by two bros
Kegs of Gold
I know a place
Where the kegs never run dry
And the adderol lines are high as mountains
And the end is never found.
I know a place
Where biddies are under every rock
And they are all drunk and DTF
And the whiskey dick never comes.
I know a place
Where the kegs are solid gold
And the night will never die
And the hipsters don’t fight back.
I know a place
Known sometimes as Xanadude
And also as Brotopia
And Shangri-Kappa-Sigma-La.
This place
Can only be found in the painful
Dawn of a hangover, or
At the end of a Guido’s ringed fist.
This place
Where the kegs never run dry
And the bitches don’t deny
And the night will never die.
the bros will now sing about chilling in a spa, their experiences with laced marijuana, rap battling while being white, a jazz club, the desert, and many more current event topics.
haiku #2
i can chug a beer
i do not fear chugging beer
i have a big dick
the bros take a break from dave matthews covers and jam about ecstasy pills, throwing underage drinking parties, 9/11, and traffic jams.
shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.shots.
party
i know
a bro
on skid row
where i smo
ke weed
N talk
to bitches
and break bottles
i dont got a problem
with a
(something that rhymes with problems)
i will rob them
and robert
what a
robert
yea bro
haiku #1
i love beer and tits
when bitties come by, i say
“hey bitch, suck my dick.”
