| I’ve been disheveled by this drink, by the pint’s sight and stink
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| Never enough times to stop and make me think
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| I’ve wrapped around some fingers, riddled rich in ringworm
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| I’m swollen still, poisoned by the sting
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| The black pint is my drink
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| You see my link
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| I steal you sink
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| You spill and I drink
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| She’s broken saintly vows, she’s viable and loud
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| Auspiciously, she kicks me when I’m down
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| I’ll never leave her side, because of my pissiness or pride
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| Oh, how I’m shady, in the shadow of my bride
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| The black pint is my dream
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| From orange white and green
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| With nightmares of poteen
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| Spittin' up in the sink
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| Shove it up your ass
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| In your ear my dear
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| It’s the best thing that’s happened to me in 28 fucking years
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| So I’ll thank my lucky stars that there’s a bad moon to rise
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| It’s the best God has to offer to hang in our skies
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| And when your snubbed then loved and it’s like your fondling the dove
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| You better suck on something sacred, because you’ll never see above
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| The black pint is my drink
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| You see my link
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| I steal and you sink
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| You spill and I drink |