Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drunk AF, artist - B.o.B. Album song Epic: Every Play Is Crucial, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: No Genre
Song language: English
Drunk AF |
There’s no need to say shit, you already know |
The question is just how far will this go? |
How far will he take it? |
And when will he stop? |
Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up |
But you just won’t listen will ya? |
Nah, I guess not |
You just can’t can ya? |
Man, I can’t stand ya |
You’re rotten, what you plottin' for us? |
Man, when are you gonna let up? |
I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better |
Holy Toledo, it’s Angelina Jolie, amigo |
She told me «Yo, Shady just hand your penis to me, I’ll deep throat,» |
And Brad if you try to stand between us then we’re gonna see, bro |
Who was a fantasy, I don’t mean to damage your ego |
You faggots wanna 'rassle? |
I shove a fucking jar of Vaseline up inside your asshole |
And rope it shut with a lasso |
Couple of crushed Lexapro broken up with the capsule or Paxil |
Just in case I ain’t dope enough with the raps, though |
Coke is cut with tobacco, smoke it up, then go wacko |
This is what happens when you mix a coconut with Tabasco |
Shady let go, the ho has been choked enough, let her ass go |
Not till Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole |
'Cause I used to love her hooters now Carmen Electra’s cuter |
Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her |
I’m off my fucking meds, but I’m on an electric scooter |
I might just scoot by and shoot my mom in the neck with rugers |
Spit in Jason’s face while I vomit on Freddy Krueger |
They can’t even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar |
Now I’m gone get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra- |
Cation and get the patient some Darvocet to chew 'cause… |
[Hook 2: Eminem & |
There’s no need to say shit you already know |
The question is just how far will this go |
How far will he take it? |
And when will he stop? |
B.o.B I done told you once homie to easy up, jeez |
There’s no need to say shit you already know |
The question is just how far will this go |
Cause I will never lay down |
And I will never let up |
I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better |
With the soul of a Shaman |
I’ll eat a beat then vomit |
Like a bulimic woman with an uneasy stomach |
I pass by people on the street they seem like sheep and zombies |
Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in |
So can you hear me coming |
Eminem this beat is absolutely disgusting |
It’s probably got diseases on it |
I’m just being honest, I can see the comments |
I can see the evolution as we creep up on it |
I put that music in your veins like a needle junkie |
Shit I just do this for the haters, I don’t need the money |
I’m diarrhea on the track so it needs plunging |
Somebody please tell these girls to release my undies |
Nobody really understands my language |
I find it complicated just to hold a conversation |
But still I got a whole lot of patience |
Sittin' back watching Earth from my Space station |
There’s no need to say shit, you already know |
The question is just how far will this go? |
How far will he take it? |
And when will he stop? |
Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up |
But you just won’t listen will ya? |
Nah, I guess not |
You just can’t can ya? |
Man, I can’t stand ya |
You’re rotten, what you plottin' for us? |
Man, when are you gonna let up? |
I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better |
Oh my gosh I put Natasha Bedingfield in a washer |
Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle |
It’s like I got ya hypnotized and I forgot ya |
My God, ya psychologically fucked |
Michael would like an apology, what? |
Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt |
And glue the seat of bicycle to his nuts |
I’m as cold as a muthafucking icicle i’m a nut |
I ain’t nuttin' nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut |
The poster addict for post traumatic stress |
I guess this is the most dramatic I’ve been in a while |
This is the closest that it’s come to the |
Marshall Mathers |
I can hear him start to gather |
I don’t paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family |
This ain’t your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny |
Kick down Dakota Fanning’s front door while the whore is tanning |
(«He can’t say whore»), of course he can, man he just saw her fanny |
Then murdered her while he danced around the room and wore her panties |
There’s no need to say shit, you already know |
The question is just how far will this go? |
How far will he take it? |
And when will he stop? |
Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up |
But you just won’t listen will ya? |
Nah, I guess not |
You just can’t can ya? |
Man, I can’t stand ya |
You’re rotten, what you plottin' for us? |
Man, when are you gonna let up? |
I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better |