| I bust with the hardstyle
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| Now feel the booze rush
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| Drunken masta you know my people do drugs
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| Two shots, four hits spat bitch naked
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| Fans fists raisin, cats skits ravin'
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| Mad spliff blazin', sick patient impatient
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| Rib breakin' fist in your face bitch
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| I’m wasted, I’m faded
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| The rebel gettin' high and drunk
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| Half shaven head, I was born to be a psycho punk
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| Crashin' the party, where’s the bacardi?
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| Somebody come stop me, out on the scene
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| Crashin' the party, where’s the bacardi?
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| Goin' so hard somebody come stop me
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| Drunken and rough, never act fancy
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| Psycho punks will turn it up
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| When you see the afro waves
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| Somebody tell me where the party is
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| Going hard on you like
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| It’s me and the posse there
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| Let me pop a pair, til I pop a lucky year
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| That’s my weed in the air, Dope D.O.D. |
| here
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| I am an drunken masta
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| A fuckin' psycho punk
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| Dope D.O.D. |
| OD
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| All my people scream if you’re gettin' high as fuck
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| Turn it up! |