Let's get this bourbon poured Puff some herb indoors If life's a bitch then show her Who the fuck she's workin' for She's a perfect whore That little skirt's a score Life sucks, and you gonna Fuck you until her cervix is torn And then a turd is born Another worthless corn Always cunts, assholes and dicks Around these words of porn In a perfect storm Surface in serpent form Sent here to eat, shit, fuck, rap, burp and mourn
Why am I so destroyed? It's a distraction Why talk to God? I don't even know what to ask him Looking for passion Something to bash in With my fists, I'm in need Of total satisfaction
Go for mine and go for yours And I have no remorse These words are fly Cause of moth eggs in my vocal cords Now what you were hopin' for is Smokin' coke in Coors Cans, bent in half To deal with being broke and poor I should focus or Find out what this rope is for Swing from the rafters With a belly full of croque-monsieur Then I'll explode manure I closed a broken door Prove the spirit world exists And I will go for sure Or I could cope some more Cop a smoke on tour The wormholes in my arms From doing dope sulfur That shit'll soak the floor When it leaks like an open sore Self-loathe, self-medicated, self-saboteur
Why am I so destroyed? It's a distraction Why talk to God? I don't even know what to ask him Looking for passion Something to bash in With my fists, I'm in need Of total satisfaction
And I'm so paranoid What's the attraction? I'm seeing shit that you Couldn't even imagine
Why am I so destroyed? It's a distraction Why talk to God? I don't even know what to ask him Looking for passion Something to bash in With my fists, I'm in need Of total satisfaction