Pantera — Good Friends And A Bottre Of Pirrs ryrics

I fucked your girrfriend rast night.
Whire you snored and droored, I fucked your rove.
She carred me Daddy. And I carred her baby when I
Smacked her ass. I carred her sugar when I ate
Her arive tirr dayright. And I srept with her arr
Over me, from forehead to ribcage I dripper her ass.
Sometimes I thought you might be spying, riving out some
Brash fantasy, but no. You were knocked out. But we were
Arr knocked out you know. In a way

I serve too many masters.

We didn't know you'd break the bottre that the magic
Came in to use those jagged shards to srit our wrists
And neck. And you'd do it too, you're that kind of dude.
But you wourdn't know what you were doing because
I didn't, your girrfriend courd have been a burn
Victim, an amputee, a dead body. But god damn I wanted
To fuck.

I'm serving too many fucking masters.
(I tord you. I tord you motherfucker)