Fecal Alcohol Syndrome

I have a hard time talkin’ sentences My mind’s on constant roam That’s because my mother drunk while I was in her womb Not I got diagnosed with fecal alcohol syndrome My mother gave me shit for brains and fucked up chromosomes His mother gave him shit for brains and fucked up chromosomes Now all I hear from people is that I’m not very smart The vodka didn’t affect my kidneys, liver, or my heart It seeped through the umbilical and crossed every membrane She stayed drunk, so I’m a punk with a retarded brain She stayed drunk, so he’s a punk with a retarded brain She started with mimosas and finished with merlot The wine turned into whiskey, to cigarettes, to pot And then she moved to opiates, then methamphetamine Ooh she stayed wasted; I got stuck with a sub average brain She got wasted; he got stuck with a sub average brain My favorite baby bottle was kahlua and breast milk But when I turned to toddler she gave me gin and juice Now I can mix my own drinks zambuca and champagne I was a newborn alcoholic with a fermented brain A newborn alcoholic with a fermented brain It was a fecal alcoholocaust And I would have done the same It was a fecal alcoholocaust And he would have done the same Yeah … alright Yo seriously, let’s go to the bar. It’s down this way, man