EOM - Liquid Courage lyrics

And I Run around girl I guess I mean business on this one y'all It's not like I can just stop doing this sh** I guess sometimes you just need a little help Get your bravery up, y'know what I'm saying? Drop that sh** [Verse 1: Wax] I got a pen in my right hand Beer in my left and I have no fear of d**h Your ears are left with that spearmint fresh type of feelin' Wax and EOM put your hands to the ceilin' Get 'em up, where the f** I can see 'em While you bang this in your jeep Or your truck, or your BM I don't care what you drive E-lectric chair, we survive It feels like I'm barely alive I've- Gotta refill my prescription Music and alcohol that's my addiction, listen My diction defies descripition I ain't keepin' it real I keep it science-fiction Me-Zor, I'm the "Bionic man" Hit the chronic and slam like a high Onyx fan Dut-dutter did I stutter, the flow's so gutter It's attached to your roof collecting water Motherf**er! This is grade A material Upscale Maryland, crab imperial If I'm not lyrical the earth's not spherical And the virgin giving birth to God's son's Not a miracle The way I bust is incredible While your sh** just isn't credible And the nectar that drips from my nuts Is an edible source of protein Eat it up with some vegetables, yummy A well balanced meal By the look on your face I can tell how you feel When you listen to the music You can tell how it's real You can tell how we're able to sell without a deal Yeah, I spit that cooked-up coke sh** Can't find my rhyme book, Mayor Barry smoked it We got the dope boys sellin' it Big Wax cookin' with my homeboy Elements [Interlude] So raise your motherf**in' gla**es up Everybody, here-here, I'd like to propose a toast First of all I'd like to propose a toast to my man EOM for providing this musical backdrop on top which I do dumb sh**, such as propose toasts I'd like to propose another toast to you, the listener It doesn't matter how you got this sh**, you bought it, you downloaded it, your grandma gave it to you If you're listening to this dumb sh** Lastly I'd like to propose a toast to me, for being the motherf**in' illest motherf**er alive! [Verse 2: Wax] I got these haters lookin' at me like "how is he human?" Getting all mad like Alfred E. Newman They truly trippin', undoubtedly shroomin' A true emcee, the crowd'd keep movin' So girls get down on the floor We at a level nobody's ever gone before We got, songs galore, and I'm on to more We celebratin' like we're Jewish And it's Yom Kippur or Rash Hashanah Spark lotsa ganja Pour lotsa shotsa vodka Rock the mic properly who I be A way f**in' better than average emcees So, Merry Christmas, here's my album I hope that you're all satisfied with the outcome And if this one fails I'm thinking that I Will move to Hawaii and drink 'till I die [Outro] I'm dead serious man I could move down there and uh, be a bartender I already like to drink I already know how to do half the sh** I know how to get a beer I know how to make Rum & Coke It ain't f**in' rocket science I could take a cla** or two Move to a little bungalow somewhere Get a job in one of them bars on the pier Where the f**in', uh... Little girls do the ukulele, the hula dances Listen to that sh** Oh, I'll learn how to play the ukulele! I'm not to far away, I already play the guitar! I mean, it's not that f**in' different Different amount of strings or whatever