Hook:
Oh you don’t like my socks? Why you don’t like my fucking socks, bitch?
How bout now pussy bitch? Do you fucking like my socks now?!

Verse 1:
Everyone has known at least one of these pricks in their lives.
Though you can forget that they even exist over the span of your lifetime,
because they're so far and in-between, but it doesn't even fucking change anything.
They’re pieces of shit; the worst of mankind, these subhuman slime.

Hook:
Oh you don’t like my socks? Why you don’t like my fucking socks, bitch?
How bout now pussy bitch? Do you fucking like my socks now?!

Chorus:
Some people weren't meant to raise children.
It’s no surprise that those guys ain’t got any friends.
Some people weren't meant to have lovers.
Those people should end up 6-feet-under.
Some assholes they don’t deserve a family,
and those asshole better steer clear of Bradley.
Some mothers should’ve received a mouthful
or some fathers should learn to use the asshole.

Verse 2:
Everyone has known at least one of these smug, egotistical, narcissistic fucks;
Those womanizing fuglies that you try to dodge at all costs,
‘Cause every time you fuckin’ see ‘em your heart turns to frost.
They spew their poisonous venom, and you're never glad you met ‘em,
because they beat on woman, and they talk down to their children.
These sub-par mechanisms can be alcoholic dickheads,
and I think that they need to be abolished from existence.

Hook:
Oh you don’t like my socks? Why you don’t like my fucking socks, bitch?
How bout now pussy bitch? Do you fucking like my socks now?!

Chorus:
Some people weren't meant to raise children.
It’s no surprise that those guys ain’t got any friends.
Some people weren't meant to have lovers.
Those people should end up 6-feet-under.
Some assholes they don’t deserve a family,
and those asshole better steer clear of Bradley.
Some mothers should’ve received a mouthful
or some fathers should learn to use the asshole.

Bridge:
Right now you're under her protection,
but once she's fed up playing house with you, ya betcha,
you’re free game, and I’m-a fuckin’ getcha.
Tie a rope around this brick and fuckin’ sink ya.

Some people
I’ll fuckin’ hunt ya.
Some people
I’ll fuckin’ stock ya.
Some people
I’ll fuckin’ getcha.
Some people
I’ll fuckin’ sink ya.

Chorus:
Some people weren't meant to raise children.
It’s no surprise that those guys ain’t got any friends.
Some people weren't meant to have lovers.
Those people should end up 6-feet-under.
Some assholes they don’t deserve a family,
and those asshole better steer clear of Bradley.
Some mothers should’ve received a mouthful
or some fathers should learn to use the asshole.