| Just how drunk can I get
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| Very, very I bet
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| Run with that rum till I stumble like a pirate
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| I set em up, up then knock em down, down
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| I set em up, up then knock em down, down
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| I set em up, up then knock em down, down
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| Just how drunk can I get
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| Very, very I bet
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| Run with that rum till I stumble like a
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| Just how drunk can I get I’m Irish, a pirate
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| Minus the black boots and patch over my eyelid
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| Over the top violent always touching my privates
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| So finish up your guinness, there’s sober kids up in Ireland
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| Stylin', smilin', eyes full of crimin'
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| I rob you for your treasure and bury it on a island
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| Timing is perfect, grinding is worthless
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| So gimme me all your shines, all your diamonds and purses
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| Rum’s in my system, drums full of that liquid
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| Roll up on 'em clappin' them cannons like captain kid did
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| Listen! |
| You don’t want no drama, nada
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| Yo, where’d you get that gun from?
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| I got it from my momma!
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| Ain’t nobody’s son, I’m a demi-god father
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| Sippin' on tequila and I’m pukin' up manana
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| Drinks on the house, so that girl’s tryin' to holla
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| But all I hear is blah blah, blah blah ba blah blah
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| Just how drunk can I get
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| Very, very I bet
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| Run with that rum till I stumble like a pirate
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| I set em up, up then knock em down, down
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| I set em up, up then knock em down, down
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| I set em up, up then knock em down, down
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| Just how drunk can I get very, very I bet
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| Run with that rum till I stumble like a
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| Just how drunk can I get, follow me on a mind trip
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| Sipping Jack’s finest, drinking until my side splits
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| Ooh, I think I like this, pour me another, right chicks?
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| Put your money up sonny, now (shake?)out you bee-I-tches
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| Yeah, this is my chick, pause like the heismen
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| Blackout, wake up with no clothes and a migraine
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| Everything is a blur and your brain is barely functionin'
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| All you’re thinking is a-a-a-alien abduction
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| But it ain’t no martians here, just cold lobsters here
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| I’ll drain your quiz in Davie Jones’s locker
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| Misconstrue what I’m sayin', but what are my assumptions
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| Hella burn you dudes in the flames of the flying Dutchman
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| No, I’m not gonna stumble, I’ll probably outdrink ya…
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| Till you’re mackin' the mumbles that charlie browns teach ya
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| All that’s left on the scene is a murder theme now
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| But it ratin' repair the rockin' the burger king crown
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| Just how drunk can I get
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| Very, very I bet
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| Run with that rum till I stumble like a pirate
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| I said I’m up, up, and I come down, down
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| I said I’m up, up, and I come down, down
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| I said I’m up, up, and I come down, down
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| Just how drunk can I get
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| Very, very I bet
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| Run with that rum till I stumble like a |