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    Wasted Pt. 2
    (专辑: 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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