Drank a twelve pack and smoked six bowls 

Now it's starting to takes its toll 

Can't hold it in for too long 

You're gonna do the technicolor yawn 

Now you've got the vicious spins 

Doing pennance for your drunkin sins 

I think its time to clear throat 

I think you know the anecdote 



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Great big piles of chewed up food 

Breakfast lunch and dinner too 

There's gonna be some wreckage dude 

On your shoes 



Just exploded on the hallway floor 

Couldn't make it to the bathroom door 

Crawl across the tiles on your hands and knees 

Bathroom floor stinking of pee 

Dryheaves, convulsions, wish you were dead 

You pass out and you puke in bed 

I think its time your clear your throat 

I think you know the anecdote 



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Blowin' Chunks!!! [4x]



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