Wasted Pt. 2

[Intro]

The party don't stop

Light it up, drink it up

Whatever it takes for you to get fucked up

Here we go, we got a gang of 'em

Wasted Part 2

[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]

I got Ouzo, Gin, Henny, Goose

Ciroc and Crown Royal up in the vocal booth

Shot after shot and I'm passing the whiskey flash

Pour the splash on the ground for sobriety, yo its passed

And I'm turned up like volume, bangin' up in this bitch

Real players throw your chips, ain't no splitting no bottles shit

Got the Cognac, Gravol, Remy and Patron

We all spending the night, ain't nobody makin' it home

Even the designated driver drunk, pukin', passin' out

Fuck it, we walk to the liquor store to cop another round

You it ain't no party like a Twiztid thrown down

With liquor and weed everywhere you know it's finna go down

[Hook]

Wasted! I'm just gettin' fucked up

Got some drink in my cup and I'm 'bout to turn up

Wasted! And light the joint now

'Cause we fin' to smoke out, I'ma never turn down

[Verse 2: Monoxide]

I'm like boomshaka! Gettin' high with Chewbacca

Beefin' with Luke's father 'cause I smoke the Skywalker

Higher then aliens joyriding in flying saucer

Feeling it in my shins to the top of my oblongata

I'm smoking out on a lotta marijuana and now I feel like I better go outta

Whoever house that it is that I'm standing inside of

Gotta be going outta his mind 'cause I vomited on his carpet

Can't think of how it started but I smoked myself retarded

And I'd do it all again, I wouldn't change a thing regardless

Floatin' by like a comet, chronic you know I got it

So let everybody know there's a party at my apartment

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Whitney Peyton]

Call me Indiana 'cause I'm Jonesin' for another drink

St-stuttering off Sutter Home I don't care what my mother thinks

Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall, take one down, I'm "on the brink"

Of spewing alcohol from out my jaw into the sink

This isn't me, I can't believe I'm doing this

I had a wholesome image but Twiztid gonna make me ruin it

I'm new at this, now I'm getting shots like flu season

My reason to sooth demons

Where's my head? I think I'm losing it!

My brain's stolen, so please hit me if you find it

'Cause I know I'm hella Polish but I'm drinking like I'm Irish

When I wake up in the morning I'll be hungover and really broke

I'm seeing crooked like looking at Owen Wilson's nose

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]

Mafia Six [?]

Goose real fast till your turned up in the dark

Do something real bad till you're K-O-O-P-S-T-A

Get fucked up, white boy wasted every fuckin' day

My sizzurp, my lean cup, that white stuff is contagious

North Memphis in this clique, no puff

Get bucked down 'fore fool pulled out bust

Bitch nigga weed don't get me high

Anytime till the fuckin' sun rise!

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]

Here for Pall Mall and some good haze

And I'm turned up nigga, nigga everyday

Yes I'm so high, yes I'm so high

And I smoke weed, nigga till the day I die

Tear the club up, tear the club up

Let me see you tear the motherfuckin' club up

Better yet bruh, better yet bruh

Let's roll these motherfuckin' blunts up

[Hook]

[Verse 6: Gangsta Boo]

A tiskit, a taskit, get a green and purple basket

Get Twiztid like a motherfucker, smoking on some cabbage

Never had a problem smoking loud, I do this

White boys fuckin' with me, put 'em on that Boo shit

Tricked out, weed grinder, bad bitch behind her

Puttin' on for my city I'm the headliner

This shit cost money, pay for it, dope as fuck

Every city, every night, and I'm looking for the bud

[Hook]

[Verse 7: DJ Paul]

Walk up in the room with a party pack on me homie

Got green, got white, got purp on me

Every motherfuckin' color in the rainbow

Sissy white girl pussy wetter than a raincoat

She got a deep throat, I got a deep hole

Pussy warmer than a fuckin' baked potato

We on that evil shit, I'll break your fuckin' halo

It's Da Mafia and Twiztid bitch, lay low!

[Hook]

[Verse 8: Chris Webby]

Gettin' toxic wasted, when I drop it I rock the pavement

Shit somebody shoulda locked the basement

On the loose, pour another shot of vodka, take it

Till I need a new liver, please doc' replace it!

Live with no rules, why y'all play it so cool?

I be streaking down the street like Will Ferrell in Old School

Fuck an O'Doul's, bitch my belly is a brewery

Been drinking since before I hit puberty, this ain't new to me

Sippin' till I spit up, vomit in the tip cup

And stumble out the club, mumblin' in between my hiccups

So try to understand me

My alcoholic tendencies tend to be causing blackouts like hurricane Sandy

[Hook]

[Verse 9: Kung Fu Vampire]

You got me Twiztid, to give a dab is terrific

I be lifted and plastered off Eric and bass' my air remains specific

My perspective, fuck you buzzkill when I'm wasted

Fuck pacin', I'm chasin' every bad memory to erase it

My brain isolates, I'm concentrates and Jameson

With a Crown Royal reserve, starting to hear reverb

Pardon me, I'm carding every girl at the party

That I'm hardly embarking so I'm not marching at the wrong target

I'm the martian that's artistic

I'm an arsonist rock star, double fisted

With a black Irish car bomb and a back bar

Throwing fireballs at you, we hire ya'll come kicks it

We Kung Fu Vampire and Twiztid

[Hook]

[Verse 10: R.A. The Rugged Man]

Hookers going up in the bedroom, tripped out on a bad shroom

Coke sluts sniffed up with a nostril like a vacuum

Naked chicks with tracks on their arms, these Heroin hoes

"If it bleeds, we can kill it" like the line from Predator goes

The way my vocals get these bitches drippin' and turned on

They can take their drawers off and water the front lawn

Spittin' at the popo, white snow hoes sniffin' blow

Like the Nate Dogg chorus from Mos Def - Oh No

It's a no go, glide a bolo blow, wreckin' your jaw

Blood sport, bolo - weapon of war, I'm an arm throw

A grown man, why I resort to these childish antics?

I get these pill poppin' parents panickin', poppin' they Xanax

Speed up, I'm beggin' for the bullets

You're barkin', I get you bitin' the barrel and bustin'

Dipping and diving and ducking

Hittin' the trigger like a percussion put a slug in your gut

And slow down, liquid adrenaline outta the shot glass

You suckas will not last, you're fucking with God's trash

Come on

[Hook]