Hide your daughters
I stay drinking on an empty stomach
Till I sink and plummet
Thinking of it Lets get blunted till we stinking of it
I think I’ve done it cause I’m one hit
Over the edge
I dove from the ledge
I can’t stand I fall through my legs
Stumbling over the keg
And it’s just the first inning, girls grinning
And all I can see is the world spinning
I can’t move I puff mad boom
Trying to find the bathroom
Cause it feels like I’m gonna gag soon
I’m torn from the bottles
Praying through the porcelain gods
To try and ease the pain and the scorch from the vodkas
Walked into the topless
Cause I gotta get brain soon
For the right price Chris there is sex in the champagne room
I can’t zoom cause I have whiskey dick
I had to pay extra like a pay per view titty flick
That’s my lucky charms so bitch lick me dick
Suck the shit out like a fucking Pixy stick
This shit
Pimp shit
It’s kind of explicit
We twisted, drinking
And puffin a lit spliff
We party with bitches
Erasing their lipstick
This is the odd couple up in your district
I master the disclosure
Cause I never spit sober
After the Coronas
I’m trying to see the flash exposure
The chick that’s a master in yoga
Bending over backwards
Stick a slit with more pick
As if she stroked the cactus
You see that stripper sipping overflowing glasses
I’m trying to feed her liquor till she throws up on my mattress
I’m logical but not in the sense
That I can’t be seen chewing panty strings
Hopping the fence
My crib reeks of cigarettes, pot and incense
I’m somewhat of a loner but the bottle’s my friend
And I gotta a collection stored on the shelf
So when I talk to the walls on the spot I’m not talking to 'self
I’m akward as hell
Drunk and stumbling
My stomach’s rumbling
You thinking I stop drinking
Dumb assumption
Cause this nigga got game
When I chuck a pumpkin with flames to take your head off
Like Ichabod Crane
This shit
Pimp shit
It’s kind of explicit
We twisted, drinking
And puffin a lit spliff
We party with bitches
Erasing their lipstick
This is the odd couple up in your district
Now when the odd couple rustles
And rumbling clubs
There’s gonna be trouble for smucks
Stashing up bundles of bucks
Cause the first one of the sluts to come up to us
Jump on a bus we’ll skid away until your lungs full of dust
Bitch’s tongue in my nuts while I just humping her butt
Puffing a blunt while I’m juggling the juzzling stunts
Sit up in the front cause I’m drunk
Cause I hit the bottle
Application for a groupie?
One question
Do you spit or swallow?
You wrestle like your in a brothel trying to earn your rent now
Bend down I’ll pull my poison pen out
Cause when the wolf destroys the hen house
The feathers will fly
Seventy five miles
Whether I’m drunk or whether I’m high
I busted dead on her eye
Now she’s a blinded bitch
Walk around with one eye shut
On some pirate shit
You better buy this quick period
Like a bloody twat
We’re all up in your face
Like the money shot
This shit
Pimp shit
It’s kind of explicit
We twisted, drinking
And puffin a lit spliff
We party with bitches
Erasing their lipstick
This is the odd couple up in your district