Little faggot ferry boy Where’s your bat and ball You can’t run or jump Or play any sports at all Your skin is soft Your voice is high And every time we pick on you Your bitch ass starts to cry Can’t you stand up Can’t you fight Can’t you little faggot boys Do a single straight thing right That’s why everybody hates you Why we think that you’re so queer And when your murdered viciously We laugh and hoot and cheer My friends and I we like to sit And wait until we see Another faggot walking by So we can smash his knees We pistol whipped this guy one day Threw him in our truck We punched him in the face Until both his eyes swelled shut We dragged him in some gravel Screaming for his life His blood was thin and pinkish When we fucked him with a knife I think his name was hmmm That’s something I forget No actually I never asked I could really give a shit Someone kept a souvenir Of good old faggot man A finger and a ring Both kept in a coffee can But I kept something better Something juicy, pink, and thick And on my dresser now Is his rotting severed dick Faggots here and faggots there Doing this and that So when you see a faggot boy Make sure you all attack Take away his dignity What little that he has Who cares about his future Or his mother or his dad Faggots don’t deserve to live Our straight and Christian life Faggots need to die a death More painful than their life I just can’t wait to be let out Of this dark and little cell So I can find a faggot boy And send his ass to HELL!