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after hours (au) - uglier party lyrics

[intro]
“welcome swingers, pull up a groove and get fabulous”

[verse 1: headlock]
i walked through the gate of this house party in the hills
something seems mad familiar and i start getting chills
it’s the same place, f-ck it, i’m ‘oar in a rocket
and i wanna see if that r-t-rded b-tch is still in the closet
i got some pills in my pocket so i head straight for the punch
some girl grabs a cup, that should liven her up
she’s lookin’ at me like “what?” so i flashed her a smile
i think i scared her off ’cause she’s headin’ over to trials
f-ck her anyway, i wanna take over the stage
sesta’s gettin’ molested, i think that he might need to be saved
’cause her mother’s twice his age and doesn’t understand no
f-ck it, man, let’s go, the cops are here to can the show

[verse 2: hons]
i f-ckin’ hate cops but there’s one hottie sergeant
her jurisdiction’s in my pants, and she can head that department
adam and lee gotta still stagger up, yellin’
this is how you real k!ll a cop like a sleazy ill bill
call out to trials, “yo, you wanna punish this b-tch?”
’bout to give a new meaning to f-ckin’ pig on a spit
mad, sketchy, yanking beers from the esky
found the girl with epilepsy then i p-ssed the torch to heady
like winners in a relay
give a f-ck about the host’s b-day, i scull my jacks, bottle the dj
ganked a f-ggot for his [?] standing next to hocker
the cash is tomorrow, spend that i lack on some random strippers

[verse 3: edits]
i was half cut and barfed up in a bath tub
r-t-rded c-nts get so r-t-rdedly drunked out i can’t f-ck
smart–rs- c-nts, startin’ sh-t like bowel movements
shoutin’ abuse from the roof of your house, a foul-mouthed ‘coota
downing cooper’s like it’s goin’ out of fashion
got a p-ssion for trashy sl-ts flashin’ their jugs and stubby-smashin’
come and crash in through the window on a child scooter
see what i can try and find inside the files of your computer
’cause i never recuperate, party start the benders
i’m probably why the cops arrived in, too p-ssed out to remember
how i found my way into your neighbour’s lounge room
p-ssed out, wakin’ up, game to jump without puttin’ my gl-ss down

[verse 4: sesta]
i’m rockin’ up late and i’m already singin’ and drink
spillin’ and fillin’ my cup up wit’ your uncle’s cough syrup
now i’m chillin’ but this ugly sl-t keep feelin’ me up
i’m ’bout to show her my meaning of punch-drunk love
but, before it got messy, heady got to get me
led me to a cypher of ladies so i crept in
and they all know who i am so i’ma go get k!lled
but the sixteen year-old girls here are actually milfs
and i don’t wanna hang wit’ your son in the morning
f-ck it, i’m gettin’ the cab to stormy’s, trials lend me a forty
angry drunk, puttin’ my initials on your bonnet
tryna jack off in the toilet but there’s no f-ckin’ lock on it

[verse 5: interger]
so once again it’s the weekend, i intend to get up to something
another party, drink till i’m f-ck stumbling, guts rumbling
as i p-ss by a big trials who didn’t even notice
he’s looking drowsy and his eyes aren’t even focused
drinkin’ spirits of potent types that haven’t soaked in right
a p-sstard, hear me (open wide!) i think he looked over-tight
really just to help us, f-ck brain settle or self destruct
molesting tracks, i grab the beat and felt it up
suddenly it’s all blue lights and uniform f-ckwits
one knocks over my gl-ss and tells me “suck sh-t”
so i’m out of drinks to [?] hazards in foam
i stumble out of the party and start to stagger home

[verse 6: trials]
so, i stepped in the party, met this high school chick
i went before i could blink, headlock and fixed them a drink
i’m like “give me that sh-t”, i take a scull and a sip
but, in a second, my legs turn limp like the bent [?] wrists
that drink must p-ssed me out on the crusty sofa
i woke up stuck in police tape when this party’s over
with no hope of escape, man i’m groggy as sh-t
i came to have seen the stubbly double-chin of a bikie chick
i tried to resist but i’m stuck, hands cuffed
i wouldn’t mind so much if i could tell her t-ts from guts
the funk [?] bikie threw me on top of her harley
as we sped away to get away from another ugly party

[turntablism: dj reflux]
“and party and bullsh-t
and party and bullsh-t
and party–par–par–par–
party and bullsh-t”
“so i drink–” “–and party”
“so i drink–” “–and bullsh-t”
“just–just me and my crew ’cause all we wanna do is”
“–drink till i can hardly recall a party at all”

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