madic - belligerent lyrics
[intro]
are you ready quartet?
all right, let’s go
drink to me darling
not with thine eyes but with pabst blue ribbon beer
’cause if you toast me with pabst blue ribbon
i’ll know that your love’s sincere
[verse 1]
pbr in one hand, whiskey in the other
motherf-cker i don’t give a f-ck i’m p-ssing in the gutter
hit the blunt or pipe i’m flying higher than a pigeon hover
gliding round orion’s belt no lying, did i fricking stutter?
i’m cruising through your party boozing and i’m moving hardly
without scooping brews that been abandoned by a loser parting
getting stupider than turtle tardy, grab a handle of bacardi
crash your brand new blue bugatti into arby’s
yeah i’m getting bent, getting ripped, getting lit
ignorant, getting belligerent, i don’t give a sh-t
vomit on the floor out until they kick us out of bar
and if i see a cop don’t stop me cause i’m sh-tting on his car
yeah i’m mobbing out to waka flocka clock you in your jaw
i’m boxing more kids than popped up out the octomomma
yeah i brought the drama, blow up the spot like i stock osamas
rolling with a crew of goons like walking with barack obama
[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck (nope), i’m feeling ill as sh-t (yep)
yeah i’m getting drunk till i get belligerent (what)
just lemme get one night to get ignorant
middle fingers up to ceiling if you feeling this
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, i don’t give a sh-t
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, i don’t give a sh-t
[verse 2]
i’m fighting with this bartender but he won’t surrender
he try and slap me so i’m cracking him some broken fingers
f-ck low key, me and my homies we the broke avengers
soaked in liquor, holding dro and toking, we some dope offenders
token binger on your couch with a broken liver
choking members of your fam for f-cking up my okra dinner
if you looking for wholesome figure
i hate to have you shook but you looking at a hopeless sinner
tonight i’m getting f-cked up beyond your comprehension
starting home baked something like your momma’s kitchen
bongs i’m hitting till my b-lls are tripping while i’m vodka sipping
sh-t the walls are dripping, f-ck one i’m on a million
it’s the weekend so i hit the streets chiefing
geek tweaking, starting beef with any weakling in my sight speaking
scope a motorcycle, the ignition got the key in
so i’m thieving, weaving to liquor store for more to steep in
[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck (nope), i’m feeling ill as sh-t (yep)
yeah i’m getting drunk till i get belligerent (what)
just lemme get one night to get ignorant
middle fingers up to ceiling if you feeling this
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, i don’t give a sh-t
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, i don’t give a sh-t
[verse 3: madic]
now about this part of the night
i’m down for starting a fight and i’m partial to sight
vision blurry, i’m swerving each serving a surgeon serving to
certain insert in my person aversion to straight thinking on urges
chopping your chick, wit sharp as a knife
fingers crossing my heart, if i bark she gon’ bite
let me put blunt like the carcinogenic arson i light
she like dark meat like sharks in the night
we at the club spot, the nugs brought been loved hot
i dumb dropped dire dollars on some rum shots
tongue locked, slurring wordses to birdses that young flock
to the bar, posted toasted been done chopped
now security be peering g and leering see
apparently i am way too f-cking drunk to be here you see
but i don’t give a flying f-ck, i light a blunt
middle finger high and stuck ‘till my ride arrive with iron cuffs
[interlude]
“get your -ss down on the ground!”
“f-ck the police, this america, b-tch!”
[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck (nope), i’m feeling ill as sh-t (yep)
yeah i’m getting drunk till i get belligerent (what)
just lemme get one night to get ignorant
middle fingers up to ceiling if you feeling this
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, i don’t give a sh-t
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, getting f-cking belligerent (belligerent)
belligerent, i don’t give a sh-t
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