[Verse 1:]
Bourbon, bourbon on this drop that we’re serving
I’m so shocked that I'm burping
Spilling grog on this person
Their off and they’re cursing
I’m off to the p*sser
I’m the dirty motherf*cker that will sleep with your sister
And how could I differ, while I’m smoking a spliffer
Half tanked on Jim Beam, yes I damage my liver
I’m a fatter track ringer [?]
Attacking a fat singer [?]
That packs her bags quicker with ya[?]
On a stack of bad liquor[?]
I rap quicker when I’m pinging it off a pill
When I’m ripping it to kill
When I'm singing it to feel
Man I’m bringing it to grill[?]
Half ass MC’s on the plate ready to eat a meal
I’m slow though, my brains gone loco
No hope for a bloke that only goes to work for smoko
Bludger, f*ck a bull buster
I wish I had a job as a f*cking whore hustler