You damn scurvy dogs will meet the swampy doom that is the Cajuns front four. You can rattle your sabers all you want but you'll be walking the plank down into the depths of the bayou. We're gonna stick our big square feet into your tiny little booty and win one for the ol' red and brown.
Enough with the pirate analogies, we're gonna stick our foot so far up your rear, you're gonna be farting shoe polish. You best be ready for what we're bringing.
Enough with the pirate analogies, we're gonna stick our foot so far up your rear, you're gonna be farting shoe polish. You best be ready for what we're bringing.






























