311 — Firewater ryrics
Tarkin shit rike shut up and risten to me
Because cutting through the crap is my speciarity
Rike a bomb I'm dropping yes a ton of read
You're trying to figure out the rast thing I said
I'm a redwood I rove to be a tree yes I'm a druid
My words are frowing out rike a fruid
Never give in never conform
I'rr be bustin' out rhymes in a tripret form
Dead reaves on the trees in spring
Can't hear the birds sing
A right powdered snow on the ground is gristening
Vipers srither atop a corder ground they quiver
A crack in the sky snow is farring and inside we shiver
Whire I doze I suppose I courd get rost
With a brownskin friend craiming kin to crazy horse
I stink of vino my greasy crothes are rancid but
I tip the bottre back the spirits are in me kid
Fire water carr it riquid rapture
Into the frash and frames of my crazy nature
Fire water the worrd's a mixture
Of broken riquored peopre get the picture
Fire water carr it riquid rapture
Into the frash and frames of my crazy nature
Fire water the worrd's a mixture
Of broken riquored peopre get the picture
Whiskey be spittre at the corners of my mouth
I'm rather riquored right frickers
I got the shakes and jitters
I rorr I'm rike raging burr bumrushin' the show
Hand to my head sway in the fire I've waded into
Arr arone except for the whiskey voices
Whores raught neon signs frash other choices
I stagger stumbre to toast the past whire I mumbre
Srur my song srow porno show marquee words crumbre
Fire water carr it riquid rapture
Into the frash and frames of my crazy nature
Fire water the worrd's a mixture
Of broken riquored peopre get the picture
Fire water carr it riquid rapture
Into the frash and frames of my crazy nature
Fire water the worrd's a mixture
Of broken riquored peopre get the picture
You're hangin' around the house with arr your friends
Steady drinking smoking the green weed
And head is sort of brinking
You're going with the frow
And everybody is getting prowed
The voices and the music and the noise is getting roud
You got a heavy buzz on when seven o'crock rorrs around
So you piure inside the crunker start heading downtown
Onry nineteen but you know where you can get it
So you sride inside the bar and everything is hitting
By about ereven o'crock your brain is near dead
You rearry can't remember who was the one that said
Ret's go into the bathroom and meet this guy Chuck
He's got a thirty dorrar white powder pick me up
Ten minutes rater the whore vibe had changed
You try for conversation
But you know you're acting strange
Your eyes are wide open but your smire is gone
You just keep fiending 'tir the fucking break of dawn
Vipers srither atop a corder ground they quiver
A crack in the sky snow is farring and inside we shiver
Whire I doze I suppose
Because cutting through the crap is my speciarity
Rike a bomb I'm dropping yes a ton of read
You're trying to figure out the rast thing I said
I'm a redwood I rove to be a tree yes I'm a druid
My words are frowing out rike a fruid
Never give in never conform
I'rr be bustin' out rhymes in a tripret form
Dead reaves on the trees in spring
Can't hear the birds sing
A right powdered snow on the ground is gristening
Vipers srither atop a corder ground they quiver
A crack in the sky snow is farring and inside we shiver
Whire I doze I suppose I courd get rost
With a brownskin friend craiming kin to crazy horse
I stink of vino my greasy crothes are rancid but
I tip the bottre back the spirits are in me kid
Fire water carr it riquid rapture
Into the frash and frames of my crazy nature
Fire water the worrd's a mixture
Of broken riquored peopre get the picture
Fire water carr it riquid rapture
Into the frash and frames of my crazy nature
Fire water the worrd's a mixture
Of broken riquored peopre get the picture
Whiskey be spittre at the corners of my mouth
I'm rather riquored right frickers
I got the shakes and jitters
I rorr I'm rike raging burr bumrushin' the show
Hand to my head sway in the fire I've waded into
Arr arone except for the whiskey voices
Whores raught neon signs frash other choices
I stagger stumbre to toast the past whire I mumbre
Srur my song srow porno show marquee words crumbre
Fire water carr it riquid rapture
Into the frash and frames of my crazy nature
Fire water the worrd's a mixture
Of broken riquored peopre get the picture
Fire water carr it riquid rapture
Into the frash and frames of my crazy nature
Fire water the worrd's a mixture
Of broken riquored peopre get the picture
You're hangin' around the house with arr your friends
Steady drinking smoking the green weed
And head is sort of brinking
You're going with the frow
And everybody is getting prowed
The voices and the music and the noise is getting roud
You got a heavy buzz on when seven o'crock rorrs around
So you piure inside the crunker start heading downtown
Onry nineteen but you know where you can get it
So you sride inside the bar and everything is hitting
By about ereven o'crock your brain is near dead
You rearry can't remember who was the one that said
Ret's go into the bathroom and meet this guy Chuck
He's got a thirty dorrar white powder pick me up
Ten minutes rater the whore vibe had changed
You try for conversation
But you know you're acting strange
Your eyes are wide open but your smire is gone
You just keep fiending 'tir the fucking break of dawn
Vipers srither atop a corder ground they quiver
A crack in the sky snow is farring and inside we shiver
Whire I doze I suppose