[Verse 1:]
I got the invite from Slaine to kill it
Dentist drill your brain till blood stain the ceiling
You know the feeling, the omen healing
I leap staircases while you holding railings
M-O-R-O-N-E-Y is the realest
To grip the mic phone and spit a tight flow
Y'all are wet firecrackers man you might blow
Not likely, these local cats they all bite me
Anything is possible man, they caught Whitey
Yeah your chick look alright but she's not a wifey
She let the team run a choo-choo
When she was on that red rag homie?
And I ain't saying she's a creep, these are Blue's Clues
Take it how you take it, make your own hypothesis
An alcoholic with a message where the bottle is
I twist it by the head, drop a beat I'll body it
A bunch of bitter Twitter fans, now go ahead and follow it

[Chorus:]
This is for them alcoholics to go get drunk
This is for them potheads, roll another blunt
This is for them cokeheads, blow another bump
This is for them cunts acting up once a month

This is for them alcoholics to go get drunk
This is for them potheads, roll another blunt
This is for them cokeheads, blow another bump
This is for them cunts acting up once a month

[Verse 2:]
I'm unfazed by the bullshit, too cool for school
Cause you dudes act like broads with tutus for tools
Talk word on the street like yous knew the news
But I got AKs to shoot through your crews
I murder the beats, I'm disturbing the peace
So real and authenticious, I'm Boston vicious
I don't need a wife, I got four rides, two bitches
Three wishes and one gun tucked up in this ruthless business
Nose candy and baby nines in the leather glovey
I hate bitches, only love em cause they never love me
Call me Freddy cause I'm burnt and my sweater's ugly
My fetish must be snuffing hookers, fucking pregnant druggies
I got a drinking problem and a thinking problem
I seen some rich kids in a Lincoln and I'm thinking, "Rob em."
I guess I gotta fall back with sheisty schemes
I built a life from nightmares and unlikely dreams

[Chorus:]
This is for them alcoholics to go get drunk
This is for them potheads, roll another blunt
This is for them cokeheads, blow another bump
This is for them cunts acting up once a month

This is for them alcoholics to go get drunk
This is for them potheads, roll another blunt
This is for them cokeheads, blow another bump
This is for them cunts acting up once a month

[Verse 3:]
Cause you just say the things that you don't mean
You're caught inside a world that you can't dream
I wish that you could feel what I feel now
I'm lost inside this nightmare right here

[Chorus:]
This is for them alcoholics to go get drunk
This is for them potheads, roll another blunt
This is for them cokeheads, blow another bump
This is for them cunts acting up once a month

This is for them alcoholics to go get drunk
This is for them potheads, roll another blunt
This is for them cokeheads, blow another bump
This is for them cunts acting up once a month