danimal lector - get fucked up tonight lyrics
[verse one: danimal lector]]
i’m on stage like “hey i got some herb man, i’m tryna burn it”
school of hard knocks, but i prefer a higher learning
words kinda slurrin’, i’m like “how ya durrin…?”
i came to clean the game, swag mode: tide detergent
it’s on b-tches, i’m flyin’ high as a drunken pilot
red face, tough as sh-t, but i ain’t f-ckin’ irish
it’s like you touched your iris with some kinda disgusting virus
son i’m the nicest, i eat mcs with swagoo and spit conjunctivitus
you can’t see me, don’t even bother chimin’ in
product of my environment
hot as your mothers iron when
i plug it in then punch you in the face to watch your eyelids singe
sorry, father, i have sinned
you see my life has been vicodin and pints of gin
since i was ten, but i pretend
it’s normal, even though i’m far from it
f-ck it
[hook: danimal lector]
i got a bottle in my left hand, dutch in my right
i’mma get f-cked up tonight
got a bottle in my left hand, dutch in the right
i’mma get f-cked up tonight
say it with me
i’m drinkin’ ’til the suns up, numbnuts
trashed like a dump truck
everyday i’m f-cked up
i got some slob on the left, and some sl-t to the right
no thanks, we ain’t f-ckin’ tonight
uh uh!
[verse two: danimal lector]
i’m a married man, and you’re just some scary fan
from maryland, in your parents caravan
so i’m sorry, carol-anne
“silly, it’s sarah, dan”
listen up, i don’t give a f-ck
i got a wife and you’re not my type
but if you really want a d-ck to suck, you little sl-t
here, take him, he’s the back up drummer
“aww, that’s a bummer!”
you can f-ckin’ have his number
i’m hotter than africa through half the summer
packin’ lumber, when my b-lls hit your -ss it’ll sound like claps of thunder
you bitin’ bums got tyson gums
i’m coming, hide your guns
mind on my money, but i spent my money on a pint of rum
life is fun, lightin’ a blunt as big as e.t’s finger
human audible, your autotuned
me? flea fl!cker
you go one way, i’m going the other, my brother
you stumble and stutter, pucker up and kiss my nuts, motherf-cker
yeah i mean it, i’m livin’ the dream, b-tch
so come along
if you love this song, say it with me
[hook: danimal lector]
i got a bottle in my left hand, dutch in my right
i’mma get f-cked up tonight
got a bottle in my left hand, dutch in the right
i’mma get f-cked up tonight
say it with me
i’m drinkin’ ’til the suns up, numbnuts
trashed like a dump truck
everyday i’m f-cked up
i got some slob on the left, and some sl-t to the right
no thanks, we ain’t f-ckin’ tonight
uh uh!
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