Mr. Kooman - Get f**ed 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**hes, I'm flyin' high as a drunken pilot Red face, tough as sh**, but I ain't f**in' 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** it [Hook: Danimal Lector] I got a bottle in my left hand, dutch in my right I'mma get f**ed up tonight Got a bottle in my left hand, dutch in the right I'mma get f**ed up tonight Say it with me I'm drinkin' 'til the suns up, numbnuts Trashed like a dump truck Everyday I'm f**ed up I got some slob on the left, and some s*ut to the right No thanks, we ain't f**in' 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** I got a wife and you're not my type But if you really want a dick to s**, you little s*ut Here, take him, he's the back up drummer "Aww, that's a bummer!" You can f**in' have his number I'm hotter than Africa through half the summer Packin' lumber, when my balls hit your a** 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 flicker You go one way, I'm going the other, my brother You stumble and stutter, pucker up and kiss my nuts, motherf**er Yeah I mean it, I'm livin' the dream, b**h 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**ed up tonight Got a bottle in my left hand, dutch in the right I'mma get f**ed up tonight Say it with me I'm drinkin' 'til the suns up, numbnuts Trashed like a dump truck Everyday I'm f**ed up I got some slob on the left, and some s*ut to the right No thanks, we ain't f**in' tonight Uh uh!