At The Tippity Top of Most Things by Mathletes Lyrics

Fuck you, we don't have to rhyme
We do what we want all the days
In many ways we've been victimised
We were shunned tryna open their thighs

Fuck the haters right in their vaginas
Jesus beside me and Allan behind us
Let's take this from the top of time
From the tip my penis to the base of mine

[Han Solo]

Calum, I wanna fuck you in the 9th letter of the alphabet
And it won't be love it'll just be sex
He's your Qur'an and he's in your mind
But he's never in that fine asshole
Cos baby that asshole's mine

He begs us for mercy but we don't know Y
Cos that guy's a pussy; he's not even a fucking vowel
A E I Owe Calum a reacharound
He's next in line, after everyone in town
Oh, kill it Thomas
[Solo/outro]