[Intro: Eric]
Yeah, what up? Smoke da crack, fresh dick!
Get high in the hough-house!

[Verse 1: Tim]
My mom makes me tape my nips
'Cause my nips get bloody when the skin rips
'Cause I wear a tight shirt that chafes my nips
Nobody likes bloody nips!

[Verse 2: Eric]
Why don't you wear a bigger shirt
Or an undershirt, or any kinda shirt
That doesn't touch your nips?
Maybe just get a shirt with holes in it, and let's stop talking about it
I don't know anyone else with that problem
Why don't you talk to your guidance counselor before singing a song about it?

[Verse 3: Tim]
Tape my nips, my bloody nips
My mom tapes my bloody nips
Blop-blop-blop-blop-blop-blop bloody nips
Nobody wants my bloody nips
With a scratchy shirt and my nipples in the zone
Please just leave my nips alone
[Outro: Eric]
You know, a boy your age shouldn't really have sensitive nipples like that
It's really a- a girl's problem
I think I wanna quit this band
This is a song about a women's problem, and it's disgusting