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letra de pickles in the pocket - råskog

f-ck a bl–dy mary
straight from the heart
mix down red juice, peppa, tabasco ‘n salt
put some vodka in ‘n dont be shy
just turn that bottle up side down
let the moonshine drown in that sh-t
h-ll i’m glad i got a drink
i’m f-cking dying over here
´cos life’s to short ‘n it’s sweet and it’s good
and i don’t wanna miss out
i just wanna be f-cked up so bad
from the moment i put my slippers on
to the time i go to bed ‘n clock out
‘n if i wake up dizzy puking at 4 am
i ́ll be stumblin’ out to the icebox ‘n be drunk again
so p-ss me driver ‘n fill with screw
nice fat m-th-f-ckin’ vodka ‘n juice
sh-t i’ll be in the zone
no sugar no cream
just get me a pint of that brew
no s-x on the beach or a dingaling
just keep it straight no fuzz, j-zza
‘n dont forget to burp
the only sound i want to hear is a long nasty slurp
lean that mean ‘ol fashion over here did you get that?
ok now mix it ‘n ice it
dont keep me hangin’ ‘n waiting ‘n sh-t what the f-ck?
shine that 6 feet of mahogny ‘n br-ss u twirp
i wanna be able to mirror that wood to see how drunk i get
‘n if you can’t tend the bar right
i pull you by the necktie
‘n while your at it turn that record player back to the a-side
i wanna hear cry mama on the jukebox a-slamin’
sh-t, now check this out
well i used to drink martini’s in hamburg
daiquiri’s noho
i even drank cold f-ckin’ champagne coctails on the south pole
but hey i can tell you the godd-mn thruth
there still none drink like vodka ‘n p-ssy juice
yeah thats right dont ever get downtown
without a bottle to feed on while you jerk her crown
you might as well have fun while your down there eatin’ her lips
just pour the booze on her spreaded legs
‘n get that p-ssy all soaked in that alcohol
i got pickles in my pockets
i got pickles in my pockets
i got pickels in my pockets
i got pickles in my pockets
ah
yeah
i hit the drink hard
i hit the drink slow
no matter what i drink
there’s still nuttin’ like pineapplejuice soda ‘n rum
i don’t even have to worry
my b-tches do it for me
they call me on the cell but i be bussy
‘cos my snake needs a p-ss
‘n a p-ss i’m about to
it ain’t nuttin’ i can do baby call me later
so i lay the phone down ‘n i go to j-zz
5 minutes flat h-ll no this p-ss-p-ss-p-ss can last me a week
h-ll while i stand there p-ssing i get so thirsty
so i kick of my shoes ‘n turn loose ‘n i choose to drink bruskies
5 or 6 beers keep it comin’
drinkin’ that sh-t to my ears start a-flappin’
so just dunk that sh-t ‘n i’ll be a-crackin’
that mothaf-ckin’ whiskey is made to be a-smackin
but you don’t have to worry ‘cos i won’t p-ss out
and i keep gurglin’ ‘n swirlin’
as long as you keep flushin’ that snaps made from peach
f-ck a bl–dy mary
straight from the heart
mix down red juice, peppa, tabasco ‘n salt
put some vodka in ‘n dont be shy
just turn that bottle up side down
let the moonshine drown in that sh-t

- raskog

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