U.S. Bombs - Underdog Lyrics

get me up mr mike rown phone ya never save for a wake
chippin more of me everyday yer justed get used to
it claim to fame is callin yer name mr mike row phone
one bag for a business man on mommys loan its black
and white its white black he brings it to yer front
door its so easy no more money from yer mommy quetido
de negra es beskante of lebianka everything i own even
my sols everything everything no one knows mr mike
row phone he live with mrs jones believe in wrecks
yer a fucking mess and winners never quit unlucky night
for mr mike 'cause you cant cop yer soul mr mike no
energy its soakin up yer bones