B-Ly & WillFake - Hurly-Burly lyrics

[ Intro ] What's it gon' be when unemployed person wake up in the a.m? [ Verse 1 : WillFake ] Go to the club last night, get drunk, they say what they do is right But it goes worse by takin' a morphin and Bintang On the way, poppin' a pill and addin' a beer again Smash the liquor store's door, take a Green Sand by the hand Sack of tortillas and Mr. Potatoes, go insane with some Oreos Eyes get reddish, act childish, be nudist, how can they go birthday suit? Skittish? Go home by a Sevilles, put a Nutella inside a Tupperware The most luscious food to supper when there isn't spaghetti Eat it in front of your Apple then shoot the bread, post it too, wait HBO? There is Poseidon, livin' like nob and posh, b**h, ooh! They're famished again, eat Swedish Fish, they want again Dessert for now's Dunkin Donuts with a jug of pure milk or Bebelac Throw the junk into Cadillac, sleep blindfold after kick moccasin off Inner man works bad again, they think that they need more cuisine So put an ecstasy inside a moccachino, wake up naked They're sleepwalkin', wa*k a dick, they're hangover Police then came over the houses, they find gun gone ‘Cause the fam next door calls 911 Flee away with a ganja on, strong acid alcohol They're tryna rob the IMF, they say “ I am F-U-C-K-ing robber! “ “ Yeah, are you seeing robber? “, a cop said towards a paid rover ( No! ) They burp ‘cause of Coca Cola, no luck on it, get saltpeter with Tolak Angin Get lost at sea, get mal de mer, get ashtma, feel like Voldemort Swallow a Fisherman's Friend for them all, “ I'm a hog-wild! “, so f** them all! They get drunk again, they need to see weed again, they need a Tae Ken Noi Totter in the candy shop, meet a tot, say “Hi!” and toy him Find a place with the GPS on Huaweii (yeah) I holler, “Aloha!” like they're in Hawaii Singin' “Some Ways To Murder My Dad” , B-Ly belied, wait It'd be lunchtime at McDonald while watchin' Donald got t-triumph [ Hook ] x2 Hurry up! We get hurly-burly, so [ Verse 2 : B-Ly ] Hot and cold, went to the boulevard, drunk as hard, got maag Snatchin' women's Louis Vuitton, sleep back to the Hilton Hotel Chloride acid growin' up, pukin' in the toilet, add a TP Take a shower, masturbate, look at Fashion TV Settled down, chimichangas on the rack, sh**, I have my bakery's back Snappin' tortillas, grab the Sprite, what the f** my stomach like? I add a dozen of Mentos, saltpeter, destroy fan with a Quaker Backup to Lakers, cops pulled me over, I'm in a cell ‘cause I left to the stadium with a jagger Home, I recovered this problem, showin' up my license That sheriff told me I drove drunk, steer backwards, park my Cooper on the roof Poof, I prove that I made a homicide while I walk up to the Walmart Ripped out German shepherd's head, gave it to a kid He cried, ran, train bumpin' him, so I laugh and scatter brains And that's when a tourist from Paris asked me where the f** is the laundry And I didn't say anything, “ Baise qui merde, encule! “, took his arms, electrocute him Boot skateboarders' legs, f*gs, chillin' and chitchat I kick cat by the time I ate Kitkat, bumpin' “Karl Meyer” Call a department store to just say, “f** you, a**hole! Good morning!” So moaning like a baby in trampoline with Mamy Poko Pants on, tanned and stunned I spitted out a lollipop sweet to the hermaphrodite out on street Sandpaperin' my duff, looked clean with a fistful of facial foam Face full of special Koko Krunch, havin' a loco brunch I'ma type off “goodbyecruelworld”, f** it, I'm exhausted, drowsy Blew out a Dunlop, yo, it takes a fun a lot! I'm Eveready in the back of the coupe Damn, settin' counterclockwise [ Hook ]