Third Shift

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]

Open get the gorgonzola.  Workin’ like I got four diplomas

I won't drink no water that’s bottled by Coca-Cola

I might as well drink a King Cobra

And sink while I'm thinking things over

You can keep your sticky pinks soda

That shit eats through paper cups

You’re obese.  You need your stomach stapled up

Your nuts all shrunk up, your little penis can’t erupt

Drinking Mountain Dew got your testes tangled up

You better read the label once before you pick the ladle up

That cheap fruit punch can get your cables cut

And that's not what's up

These sucker ducks waddle up

But I'm a Thirsty Fish, I let my piss fill your bottle up

[Hook: Thirsty Fish]

Thursday’s workday.  I pulled a full shift

I need some real water not that bottled bullshit

Thursday’s workday.  I pulled a full shift

I need some real water not that bottled bullshit

[Crowd talking in background]

(Hard pit bull, hard bull pit

Hard barstool, hard pool stick

‘Hella cool kid’ and everybody be like…)

[Verse 2: Psychosiz]

‘…don’t think he won’t school kids like LL Cool did’

Alpha!  Where the pups?  Where the flippers at?

Bring yourself on. Quit kickin’ back

(thirsty) Regimen is (fish) makin’ strides

Takin’ signs  ‘til the waves divide like the early testament

I give my next gene for my x-gene

But I’ll fuck Emma since it’s the next best thing

On some Vince McMahon shit  like ‘More talk less wrestling.’

I got heart but grit can’t win

[Verse 3: Dumbfoundead]

It’s the thirstiest day of the week

For your favorite three coy fish b-boys

That drink oceans ‘til they’re drained complete

Ain't no need for Evian or Perrier

There's water almost everywhere, silly

With your fishtail between your scaly derriere

Swimming, skipping stones on my lake

Tryin’ to get your rocks off, fishy hoes on myspace

Home on a Thursday night, hope you don’t dehydrate

You’ll end up floating sideways at the Blowed with live bait

It’s the 40oz thief, outreach thirsty fisher

With Ben’s  water hosted, drenched, dried up turkey dinners

Hungry as hell but we’ll never bite them surface dwellers

‘cause the surface ain’t for wordsmiths

Just ugly fuckin’ sailors