the palmer squares – no foam in the cup lyrics
[hook]x2
no foam in the cup, let’s get f-cked up
no foam in the cup, let’s get f-cked up
no foam in the cup, let’s get f-cked up
get f-cked up, get f-cked up
[verse 1: ac-mental]
ac is a cr-pulous bum slammin’ a gallon of rum
attack the bucket like i’m thaddeus young
cancerous lungs and a shriveled up liver
can’t get enough liquor in my blood stream sip a cup quicker
than a mug to a pitcher to a jug
glug glug
spillin’ liquor on the rug (what?!)
chug the elixir
nug in a swisher roll it up one tug wet whistle
and i’m drunk throwin’ up in the p-sser
but that party was awesome
i was flirtin’ with a broad that sorta looked like rosario dawson
man, i almost got lucky had my hand on her b00bs
then i burped in her face and i yacked on her shoes
we don’t want no foam in the cup, dog, gon’ give it up, gon’-gon’ give it up
roll me a blunt got pot holes in my front lawn
shiiiit…
sh-t we all, sh-t we all gettin’ drunk
open my mouth you can smell the heffeweizen
melt a breath-a-lyzer with a belch
and dwell inside a state of drunkenness
puffin’ cigs, bumping biggie’s double disc
inebriated, feeling faded but i come to grips
i’m h-lla tipsy yo, dizzy as i ever been
cope with drama, smokin’ on a sticky icky sedative
squares gettin’ tanked like tiananmen
ladies and gentleman
you better make way cuz i’m steppin’ in
[hook]x2
no foam in the cup, let’s get f-cked up
no foam in the cup, let’s get f-cked up
no foam in the cup, let’s get f-cked up
get f-cked up, get f-cked up
[verse 2: teminal knowledge]
yo, got dro in the dutch
i’m rollin’ it up
there best not be no foam in the cup
where the hoes? where the sl-ts?
or the respectable women?
who don’t make the best of decicions when they been drinkin’
swiggin’ a 40, all the b-tches adore me
shorty called station sayin’ “play misty for me”
gettin’ her h-rny ’til i hit the floor snorin’
then i hit her with the stiffy ’round 6 in the morning
sinister, breast fed ’til them t-tties hurt
ladies here doing keg stands in their miniskirts
“paid 5 bucks, didn’t get a cup
that sh-t’s real ‘ain’t that f-cked up”
thick plants blossom in the closet
i’m the ganja man
whiskey and rye with a six pack of heineken
ripped condoms and
conflict with zig-zags
flinstone vitamins: tic tacs, kolanapin
the beer got me buzzed
the fifth had me wobblin’
almost wrecked ship on some swiss family robinson
need a bit of oxygen, not gin; oxygen!
key in the ignition, hot boxin’ a honda civ’
bong hits while i’m driving, how obnoxious
i ain’t gettin’ sloshed i’m gettin’ knocked unconscious
god bless malted hops
project x marks the spot
y’all best call the cops
[hook]x2
no foam in the cup, let’s get f-cked up
no foam in the cup, let’s get f-cked up
no foam in the cup, let’s get f-cked up
get f-cked up, get f-cked up
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