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Twiztid

Wasted Pt. 2

 

Wasted Pt. 2

(álbum: Get Twiztid - 2014)


The party don't stop
Light it up, drink it up
Whatever it takes for you to get fucked up
Here we go, we got a gang of 'em
Wasted Part 2

[Jamie Madrox:]
I got Ouzo, Gin, Henny, Goose
Ciroc and Crown Royal up in the vocal booth
Shot after shot and I'm passing the whiskey flash
Pour the splash on the ground for sobriety, yo its passed
And I'm turned up like volume
Banging up in this bitch
Real players throw your chips
Ain't no splitting no bottles shit
Got the Cognac, Gravol, Remmy and Patron
We all spending the night, ain't nobody making it home
Even the designated driver drunk, puking, passing out
Fuck it, we walk to the liquor store to cop another round
You it ain't no party like a Twiztid thrown down
With liquor and weed everywhere you know it's finna go down

[Hook:]
Wasted!
I'm just getting fucked up
Got some drink in my cup and I'm 'bout to turn up
Wasted!
And light the joint now cause we fing to smoke out
I'mma never turn down

[Monoxide:]
I'm like boomshaka!
Getting high with Chewbacca
Beefing with Luke's father
Cause I smoke the Skywalker
Higher then aliens joyriding in flying saucer
Feeling it in my shins to the top of my oblongata
I'm smoking out on a lotta
Marijuana and now I feel like I better go outta
Whoever house that it is that I'm standing inside of
Gotta be going outta his mind cause I vomited on his carpet
Can't think of how it started but I smoked myself retarded
And I'd do it all again, I wouldn't change a thing regardless
Floating by like a comet, chronic you know I got it
So let everybody know there's a party at my apartment

[Hook]

[Whitney Peyton:]
Call me Indiana cause I'm Jonesing for another drink
St-stuttering off “stutter home” I don't care what my mother thinks
99 bottles of beer on the wall, take one down, I'm on the brink
Of spewing alcohol from out my jaw into the sink
This isn't me, I can't believe I'm doing this
I had high hopes, an image, but Twiztid gonna make me ruin it
I'm new at this, now I'm getting shots like flu season
My reason to sooth demons
Where's my head, I think I'm losing it
My brain's stolen so please hit me if you find it
Cause I know I'm hella Polish but I'm drinking like I'm Irish
When I wake up in the morning I'll be hungover and really broke
I'm seeing crooked like looking at Owen Wilson's nose

[Hook]

[Koopsta Knicca:]
Doing nothing just sipping bitch
Goose real fast till your turned up in the dark
Do something real bad till you're K-O-O-P-S-T-A
Get fucked up, white boy wasted every fucking day
My sizzler, my liquor, that white stuff is contagious
Lower me if you seeing this clear, no puff
Get bucked down 'fore fool pulled out bust
Bitch nigga weed don't get me high
Anytime till the fucking sun rise!

[Hook]

[Crunchy Black:]
Here for Pall Mall and some good haze
And I'm turned up nigga, nigga everyday
Yes I'm so high, yes I'm so high
And I smoke weed, nigga till the day I die
Tear the club up, tear the club up
Let me see you tear the motherfucking club up
Better yet bruh, better yet bruh
Let's roll these motherfucking blunts up

[Hook]

[Gangsta Boo:]
I'm a tiss, get a task, get a green and purple basket
Get Twiztid like a motherfucker, smoking on some cabbage
Never had a problem smoking loud, I do this
White boys fucking with me, put 'em on that bullshit
Tricked out, weed grinder, bad bitch behind her
Putting on for my city I'm the headliner
This shit cost money, pay for it, dope as fuck
Every city, every night, and I'm looking for the bud

[Hook]

[DJ Paul:]
Walk up in the room with a party pack on me homie
Got green, got white, got purp on me
Every motherfucking color in the rainbow
Sissy white girl pussy wetter than a raincoat
She got a deep throat, I got a deep hole
Pussy warmer than a fucking baked potato
We on that evil shit, I'll break your fucking halo
It's Da Mafia and Twiztid bitch, lay low!

[Hook]

[Chris Webby:]
Getting toxic wasted, when I drop it I rock the pavement
Shit somebody shoulda locked the basement
On the loose, pour another shot of vodka, take it
Till I need a new liver, please doc replace it!
Live with no rules, why y'all play it so cool?
I be streaking down the street like Will Ferrell in Old School
Fucking O'dules, bitch my belly is a brewery
Been drinking since before I hit puberty, this ain't new to me
Sipping till I spit up, vomit in the tip cup
And stumble out the club, mumbling in between my hiccups
So try to understand me
My alcoholic tendencies tend to be causing blackouts like hurricane Sandy

[Hook]

[Kung Fu Vampire:]
You got me Twiztid, to give a dab is terrific
I be lifted and plastered off eric and bass' my air remains specific
My perspective, fuck you buzzkill when I'm wasted
Fuck pacing, I'm chasing every bad memory to erase it
My brain isolates, I'm concentrates and Jameson
With a Crown Royal reserve, starting to hear reverb
Pardon me, I'm carding every girl at the party
That I'm hardly embarking so I'm not marching at the wrong target
I'm the martian that's artistic
I'm an arsonist rock star, double fisted
With a black Irish car bomb and a back bar
Throwing fireballs at you, we hire ya'll come kicks it
We Kung Fu Vampire and Twiztid

[Hook]

[R.A. The Rugged Man:]
Hookers going up in the bedroom, tripped out on a bad shroom
Coke sluts sniffed up with a nostril like a vacuum
Naked chicks with tracks on their arms, these heroin hoes
"If it bleeds, we can kill it" like the line from Predator goes
The way my vocals get these bitches dripping and turned on
They can take their drawers off and water the front lawn
Spitting at the popo, white snow hoes sniffing blow
Like the Nate Dogg chorus from Mos Def Oh No
It's a no go, glide a bolo blow, wrecking your jaw
Blood sport, bolo weapon of war, I'm an arm throw
A grown man, why I resort to these childish antics?
I get these pill popping parents panicking, popping they xanax
Speed up, I'm begging for the bullets
You're barking, I get you biting the barrel and busting
Dipping and diving and ducking
Hitting the trigger like a percussion put a slug in your gut
And slow down, liquid adrenaline outta the shot glass
You suckas will not last, you're fucking with God's trash
Come on

[Hook]

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