Your boy’s too fucked off his jack -
Daniel’s… on the floor. Spat down flood
Run poor of a true drum drunk off the tequila
Drank the whore – polished off the ‘tila’ memoribilla
Made a memoir outta sick and then sat in it
Silla’ it a billa, it’d been a funny sella if Cilla whent to get bitter for her bitter self and thought it stella
What a rip that’d tell ya to conclude that she’s a drip – of the sour
Hour after hour, more cups balance on the head and the head ent straight but funny ow the concentration trances in the circle and out the entrance
More enchance, the dead can dance, and we just dance like dick heads
your loveless spew of having a few, and the feud with the servers for more fuel, fuel you made out for a rocket, let you blast it
The weather forcasts it to be a nice day to stay away from any showers,
Holey tights, here raise the lights,
If the roof is laid, then the state is undercover,
if it gets on fire, then your case is the cover, and your cover is blown
Get ready for a 4 hour walk home
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