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Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, Webby |
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See I'm trying to get drunk as ************* tonight, man |
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You see I'm beck here to rip another throwback jam |
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They're like damn, I don't know how Webby go that ham |
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Lift your *************rt up, baby girl, show that tan |
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Skin covered in cartoons, but I'm a grown ass man |
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I don't care about your name, when I'm steppin' to you |
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All I'm thinkin' about is that we got some f'ing to do |
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Sippin' on a potion like Dr. Jekyll would do |
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Cause I got loose screws in my head and it's true |
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I need my medication [?] I'm doing this *************t |
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Start howlin' at the moon at a lunar eclipse |
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Bark, growl, scratch every human I bit |
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And choke the ************* out of a bee until I'm losing my grip |
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Maneuvering quick looking for [?] at her ************* |
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And beat it outside baby she'll be bruisin' a bit |
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Whip it out so you all could get a view of my ************* |
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Because I never gave a ************* and now I'm proving it ************* |
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Hey, and this is my favorite song |
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Sing along when the DJ throws it on |
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We got a bag full of ****** and a big ass bong |
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Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong |
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Hey, and this is my favorite song |
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Sing along when the DJ throws it on |
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We got a bag full of ****** and a big ass bong |
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Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong |
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Holy Moly, Webby's here |
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Hit a house party, drink every beer |
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I'm just tryna find a girl real sexy here |
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And if you're not DTF hit the exit dear, ha |
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I just say what I say, I'm drunk as hell, ************* it |
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I'll leave and take a grenade |
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Just give me a fat ************* and a bottle a day |
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As long as I'm drunk, you're never gonna hear me complain |
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Hey, hey, I'm the last Beastie Boy |
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With my ************* in a girl's mouth like a squeaky toy |
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In a pitbull's grill, rip *************t still |
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Holdin' my brain from all of the E pills |
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I'm a mother******g crazy dude |
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Eatin' baby food, a turkey dinner with some gravy tool |
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First place in a race, I'm a cross that line |
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So lock me up doc, cause I've lost my mind |
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And this is my favorite song |
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Sing along when the DJ throws it on |
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We got a bag full of ****** and a big ass bong |
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Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong |
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Hey, and this is my favorite song |
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Sing along when the DJ throws it on |
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We got a bag full of ****** and a big ass bong |
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Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong |
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See Webby comes back with a horse plate |
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A liability, at least that's what the courts say |
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In a bedroom, get too rough |
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Take a bite out of a ************* looking for True Blood |
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Ha, I do it like no other |
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Condom in my pocket, still do it with no rubber |
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Got the bed shake and you think that you heard thunder |
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And got 'em running back to me quicker than Road Runner |
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And I get 'em in the sack tonight |
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Beat it up, I don't care if they be black or white |
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A tan, a blue, a green, I still smash it right |
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Make it hot, I don't even need a match to strike |
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Ha, nobody could stop the bees |
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With a tongue as slick when I rock the beat |
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Sweepin' all your girlfriends off they feet |
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And I don't even give a ************* if they got stampede, ha |
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And this is my favorite song |
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Sing along when the DJ throws it on |
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We got a bag full of ****** and a big ass bong |
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Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong |
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Hey, and this is my favorite song |
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Sing along when the DJ throws it on |
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We got a bag full of ****** and a big ass bong |
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Or we can drink till we can't tell right from wrong |
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Damn, I'm drunk man, ************* |
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Couple forties deep and *************t |
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Webby's Lab, as always you know |
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Cooking up that crack pot |
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Ha, shouts to Obie |
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Aight man, I'm ******' outta here dude |
