I got bored so i painted all the rooms red.

Twas the night before paste week in dear phoenix haus
The party was raging there wasn’t a doubt.
Blake’s nuts were hung from his gold thong with care
Our house guests were shocked, and couldn’t help but stare.

KT’s was dancing atop of our couch
Peaches was so loud the police had to come out
Good thing the house gang took care of those cops
Yo DJ Sam, let that mutherfucking beat drop

You know all the homies walk these fuckin halls wasted
Take for instance sam t he’s always shitfaceted
Wakin up at 4 am you know he’s gotta take a leak
With no toilet in the room he’s gotta use sam’s sheets

Thank god he didn’t have the nerve to disturb the king
TJ loves that bedding spread, he’s the essence OF bling.
Don’t get me started on these crazy house hook-ups
You want me to name names “bitch shut the fuck up”

Hook: Go Phoenix Thats My Phoenix x2

This house is always bursting at the mutherfukin seams
Weed Coke Shrooms, the makings of wet dreams
Starting at midnight, the adventure begins
A trip across campus, a night full of sins.

If your looking for the party you can find it in 18
Ben and Blake’s room is the motherfucking scene.
Step in to the kitchen for a dose of domination
Bagels Turkey Eggs, try any combination.

Hook

Bru thought sam was gay
He caught her rolling in the hay
Second semester biggest came to town
Heidi was around, but could never be found

Nate walks the halls singing like he’s cupid
Warm weather rolls around, we all get slightly stoopid
Field Day MVP you know it was that Nadzy
Biggest losers of the day: Lauren and Smashley


Hook

Hope your not hungry haap theres nothing for you to eat
Consider trying Dawkins’ cat, the dankest of the meat.
Pour a 40 for our homies, forever in a heart
You’re always on our minds though your miles apart.

Mal Therese and Evan round out the basement crew
Go out to parties you know just what we’ll do
Stand in a circle call their party lame
Start USA chant Now say our fucking name

Hook

Fampo Spampo Space Jam Our parties off the chain
“what about rent party?” bitch that shit was fuckin’ lame.
Comin home at 2 AM the Dance Party Is jumpin
KP and Ivy in the kitchen music bumpin

If you’re not lookin to dance, cats I’ll give you the scoop
You’ll find Slim Chuck and Kevin smoking on the stoop
three nights a week this house is hot without a doubt
After 10 PM Lizzy and Hannah will be blackout.

Don’t forget the fuss about the bikes in the hall.
Ticu and BMurph are the two you gotta call.
Strap on the rollerblades and hike the shorts skyhigh,
Scottie Cornbread will give you loving bonafied

HOOK!

The best year of my life, phoenix is my home
Memories from all of you cemented in my dome
Now the time has come to leave and don’t it really suck
One piece of advice, don’t get 2 d 2 f