I long for the days of cold Budweiser, chewing tobacco and blasting all things unc.
Some of you need to stay in the cul de sac and chill out at a Tupper Ware party.
(to unc fight song)
Cross western Raleigh ditches,
lies a place called hell.
Where 10,000 sons of bitches ,
go to chapel hill.
Now they’re bastards born and they’re bastards bred,
and when they die, they’ll be bastards dead.
So piss on carolia-lina, piss on carolina-lina, piss on carolina-lina.
Cause we’re from STATE!
McCallum
1AD (after dean)
