Fuck You, East Coast by VintageCadillac
Ever sit in your bed and wonder
Read, don't ponder
What if it would snow in the East Coast?
No hoes with sorrow, no bitches with tits
Fuck you hoes, fuck you east Coast
Drop some white flakes around my mouth
To pleasure thy thigh and thy phal-lus
Fuck You East Coast, Fuck You
Bristle Rovers, luck is bestowed upon us.
This poem has been written by the nonconsentful mind of VintageCadillac which is suffering a lack of skiing due to the fucking East Coast lacking fucking snow.