Ripping off your friends, stuffing your fat face I'm kinda bummed out I'm part of your race Someday you will learn that it's cool to start Just look at me and B-Face and try not to barf Too many twinkies Too many twinkies Too many twinkies Too many twinkies You're a bunch of rockstars, you're a bunch of lard And I hate to tell you, y our bass player's a retard So shut your stupid fat moth and hang up those guitars Quit beating off every night and smoking those cigars Too many twinkies Too many twinkies Too many twinkies Too many twinkies Shut your fucking mouth