Chorus


Goodbye American Bitch you've got to go


Don't think you'll ever, ever, never, ever know


How you shot me down so put that gun right back on to the ground


And hit the road. Yeah leave me alone, yeah

I was downtown leaning, sipping Honey Brown Sleeman


Saw an American chick with eyes, brown beaming


Girl was steaming. Had that Britney Spears look


You know that "Not quite what she appears" look


She strutted over with stars and stripes on her bandana


Ass made me scream. "Ariba!", like I'm Tito Santana


"Hey aren't you Anni Slayd? You must be mad paid


Ryze, Giant, Alliance. Y'all got it made "


There was something about her I just couldn't quite place


Something shady, jaded, something not right in her face


But before I knew it, we were getting down to it


On her knees to please as she red, white and blew it