| The party don’t stop
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| Light it up, drink it up
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| Whatever it takes for you to get fucked up
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| Here we go, we got a gang of 'em
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| Wasted Part 2
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| I got Ouzo, Gin, Henny, Goose
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| Ciroc and Crown Royal up in the vocal booth
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| Shot after shot and I’m passing the whiskey flash
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| Pour the splash on the ground for sobriety, yo its passed
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| And I’m turned up like volume
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| Bangin' up in this bitch
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| Real players throw your chips
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| Ain’t no splitting no bottles shit
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| Got the Cognac, Gravol, Remmy and Patron
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| We all spending the night, ain’t nobody makin' it home
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| Even the designated driver drunk, pukin', passin' out
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| Fuck it, we walk to the liquor store to cop another round
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| You it ain’t no party like a Twiztid thrown down
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| With liquor and weed everywhere you know it’s finna go down
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| Wasted!
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| I’m just gettin' fucked up
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| Got some drink in my cup and I’m 'bout to turn up
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| Wasted!
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| And light the joint now cause we fin' to smoke out
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| I’mma never turn down
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| I’m like boomshaka!
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| Gettin' high with Chewbacca
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| Beefin' with Luke’s father
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| Cause I smoke the Skywalker
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| Higher then aliens joyriding in flying saucer
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| Feeling it in my shins to the top of my oblongata
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| I’m smoking out on a lotta
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| Marijuana and now I feel like I better go outta
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| Whoever house that it is that I’m standing inside of
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| Gotta be going outta his mind cause I vomited on his carpet
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| Can’t think of how it started but I smoked myself retarded
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| And I’d do it all again, I wouldn’t change a thing regardless
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| Floatin' by like a comet, chronic you know I got it
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| So let everybody know there’s a party at my apartment
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| Call me Indiana cause I’m Jonesin' for another drink
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| St-stuttering off «sutter home» I don’t care what my mother thinks
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| 99 bottles of beer on the wall, take one down, I’m «on the brink»
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| Of spewing alcohol from out my jaw into the sink
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| This isn’t me, I can’t believe I’m doing this
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| I had a wholesome image but Twiztid gonna make me ruin it
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| I’m new at this, now I’m getting shots like flu season
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| My reason to sooth demons
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| Where’s my head? |
| I think I’m losing it!
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| My brain’s stolen, so please hit me if you find it
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| Cause I know I’m hella Polish but I’m drinking like I’m Irish
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| When I wake up in the morning I’ll be hungover and really broke
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| I’m seeing crooked like looking at Owen Wilson’s nose
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| Doing nothing just sipping bitch
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| Goose real fast till your turned up in the dark
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| Do something real bad till you’re K-O-O-P-S-T-A
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| Get fucked up, white boy wasted every fuckin' day
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| My sizzler, my liquor, that white stuff is contagious
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| Lower me if you seein' this clear, no puff
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| Get bucked down 'fore fool pulled out bust
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| Bitch nigga weed don’t get me high
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| Anytime till the fuckin' sun rise!
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| Here for Pall Mall and some good haze
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| And I’m turned up nigga, nigga everyday
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| Yes I’m so high, yes I’m so high
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| And I smoke weed, nigga till the day I die
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| Tear the club up, tear the club up
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| Let me see you tear the motherfuckin' club up
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| Better yet bruh, better yet bruh
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| Let’s roll these motherfuckin' blunts up
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| I’m a tiss, get a task, get a green and purple basket
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| Get Twiztid like a motherfucker, smoking on some cabbage
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| Never had a problem smoking loud, I do this
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| White boys fuckin' with me, put 'em on that bullshit
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| Tricked out, weed grinder, bad bitch behind her
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| Puttin' on for my city I’m the headliner
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| This shit cost money, pay for it, dope as fuck
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| Every city, every night, and I’m looking for the bud
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| Walk up in the room with a party pack on me homie
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| Got green, got white, got purp on me
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| Every motherfuckin' color in the rainbow
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| Sissy white girl pussy wetter than a raincoat
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| She got a deep throat, I got a deep hole
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| Pussy warmer than a fuckin' baked potato
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| We on that evil shit, I’ll break your fuckin' halo
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| It’s Da Mafia and Twiztid bitch, lay low!
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| Gettin' toxic wasted, when I drop it I rock the pavement
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| Shit somebody shoulda locked the basement
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| On the loose, pour another shot of vodka, take it
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| Till I need a new liver, please doc replace it!
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| Live with no rules, why y’all play it so cool?
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| I be streaking down the street like Will Ferrell in Old School
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| Fuckin' O’dules, bitch my belly is a brewery |
| Been drinking since before I hit puberty, this ain’t new to me
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| Sippin' till I spit up, vomit in the tip cup
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| And stumble out the club, mumblin' in between my hiccups
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| So try to understand me
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| My alcoholic tendencies tend to be causing blackouts like hurricane Sandy
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| You got me Twiztid, to give a dab is terrific
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| I be lifted and plastered off eric and bass' my air remains specific
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| My perspective, fuck you buzzkill when I’m wasted
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| Fuck pacin', I’m chasin' every bad memory to erase it
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| My brain isolates, I’m concentrates and Jameson
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| With a Crown Royal reserve, starting to hear reverb
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| Pardon me, I’m carding every girl at the party
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| That I’m hardly embarking so I’m not marching at the wrong target
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| I’m the martian that’s artistic
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| I’m an arsonist rock star, double fisted
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| With a black Irish car bomb and a back bar
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| Throwing fireballs at you, we hire ya’ll come kicks it
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| We Kung Fu Vampire and Twiztid
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| Hookers going up in the bedroom, tripped out on a bad shroom
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| Coke sluts sniffed up with a nostril like a vacuum
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| Naked chicks with tracks on their arms, these heroin hoes
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| «If it bleeds, we can kill it» like the line from Predator goes
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| The way my vocals get these bitches drippin' and turned on
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| They can take their drawers off and water the front lawn
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| Spittin' at the popo, white snow hoes sniffin' blow
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| Like the Nate Dogg chorus from Mos Def — Oh No
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| It’s a no go, glide a bolo blow, wreckin' your jaw
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| Blood sport, bolo — weapon of war, I’m an arm throw
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| A grown man, why I resort to these childish antics?
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| I get these pill poppin' parents panickin', poppin' they xanax
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| Speed up, I’m beggin' for the bullets
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| You’re barkin', I get you bitin' the barrel and bustin'
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| Dipping and diving and ducking
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| Hittin' the trigger like a percussion put a slug in your gut
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| And slow down, liquid adrenaline outta the shot glass
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| You suckas will not last, you’re fucking with God’s trash
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| Come on |