Tough campaign; an uphill climb, now it’s time for poppin’ the
Good Champaign; so upper crust, there was just no stoppin’ the
Populace from hoppin’ the Me Train.
All high road; no bad blood from the mud they slingin’ on.
That’s my code: ain’t no sludge if a grudge ain’t clingin’ on.
I’d say “good game”, but psych! I win, so you can all like…

Suck it, (suck it, suck it). All you haters know you can
Suck it, (suck it, suck it). Y’all can kiss my ass, ‘cause I’m the man.
Especially you, Abernathy Fitzgerald.

Oh I know; I got no qualm with my promises to keep.
That sly dough guarantees I can triage in my sleep,
While the sheep keep peepin’ the freakshow.
Got your back; I know what side my ride is buttered on.
What’s more whack is the good and kind who blindly putter on.
You know you got to know, which way the winds are blowin’…

Suck it, (suck it, suck it). All you haters know you can
Suck it, (suck it, suck it). Y’all can kiss my ass, ‘cause I’m the man.
Especially you, Abernathy.

Aberathy? More like SCABernathy, amirite? Cause you’re scabby.
Oh, I’M the asshole?! No that sounds more like your mom!
Well WHO’S STUFFED IN THE LOCKER NOW, ABERNATHY?!

My snow job: it made you mad, musta had some salt in it.
It’s no prob when your oaths are acts and your facts are alternate.
Hey, what’s this note for you? Oh yeah, it’s telling you to…

Suck it, (suck it, suck it). All you haters know you can
Suck it, (suck it, suck it). Y’all can kiss my ass, ‘cause I’m the man.
Especially you, Abernathy.

Suck it, (suck it, suck it). Abernathy Fitzgerald.
Suck it, (suck it, suck it). Abernathy Fitzgerald.
Suck it, (suck it, suck it).
Suck it, (suck it, suck it).