Bitches, Booze & Bullet Belts lyrics

Our vodka held high against the sky And our whores displaying thigh We ride to metal conquest Atop our bullet bikes of death Bitches, Booze, and Bullet Belts Bitches, Booze, and Bullet Belts Bitches, Booze, and Bullet Belts Bitches, Booze, and Bullet Belts Blood and beer all over my shirt Got enough bitches no need to flirt The bullet bikes are blazing As skull apocalypse rains down Bitches, Booze, and Bullet Belts Bitches, Booze, and Bullet Belts Bitches, Booze, and Bullet Belts Bitches, Booze, and Bullet Belts Drunker than the bitches T hat strip inside our walls Unholier than our bullet belts T hat kick you in the balls Bitches, Booze, and Bullet Belts Bitches, Booze, and Bullet Belts If you aren't into metal T hen go fuck your goddamn self