It’s Friday night and the streets are filled with   Rich little fucking college pussy faggots   I’m gonna get a fucking gun   And shoot them all right in the balls   (Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin bout)      Everybody's running out   Bodies hit the ground   You'd better take cover   It's a pipebomb on Lansdowne   x2   Street      So like, when I’m on Lansdowne and I’m looking to score   I say, "Hey baby, you wanna boogey?"   And they say, "Why don’t you buy me a drink?"   And I say, "Why I don’t tear your clothes off and spit in your face, Bitch!"   (Yeah, baby)      Everybody's running out   Bodies hit the ground   You'd better take cover   It's a pipebomb on Lansdowne   x2   Street      So one night I’m on Lansdowne Street   And I see old ["Pat Wyatt" backwards]   See, he comes up and says, "Hey man, you got any Ecstasy?"   I say, "Ecstasy? I don’t do that shit"   He says, "Yo man, I’ll suck your dick"   (Yeah, baby)      Everybody's running out   Bodies hit the ground   You'd better take cover   It's a pipebomb on Lansdowne   x2   Pipebomb on Lansdowne   Pipebomb on Lansdowne Street