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letra de wasted pt. 2 - twiztid

[intro]
the party don’t stop
light it up, drink it up
whatever it takes for you to get f-cked 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 p-ssing the whiskey flash
pour the splash on the ground for sobriety, yo its p-ssed
and i’m turned up like volume
bangin’ up in this b-tch
real players throw your chips
ain’t no splitting no bottles sh-t
got the cognac, gravol, remmy and patron
we all spending the night, ain’t n0body makin’ it home
even the designated driver drunk, pukin’, p-ssin’ out
f-ck 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’ f-cked 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’mma 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 r-t-rded
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
99 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 h-lla 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]
doing nothing just sipping b-tch
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 f-cked up, white boy wasted every f-ckin’ day
my sizzler, my liquor, that white stuff is contagious
lower me if you seein’ this clear, no puff
get bucked down ‘fore fool pulled out bust
b-tch n-gga weed don’t get me high
anytime till the f-ckin’ sun rise!

[hook]

[verse 5: crunchy black]
here for pall mall and some good haze
and i’m turned up n-gga, n-gga everyday
yes i’m so high, yes i’m so high
and i smoke weed, n-gga till the day i die
tear the club up, tear the club up
let me see you tear the motherf-ckin’ club up
better yet bruh, better yet bruh
let’s roll these motherf-ckin’ blunts up

[hook]

[verse 6: gangsta boo]
i’m a tiss, get a task, get a green and purple basket
get twiztid like a motherf-cker, smoking on some cabbage
never had a problem smoking loud, i do this
white boys f-ckin’ with me, put ’em on that bullsh-t
tricked out, weed grinder, bad b-tch behind her
puttin’ on for my city i’m the headliner
this sh-t cost money, pay for it, dope as f-ck
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 motherf-ckin’ color in the rainbow
sissy white girl p-ssy wetter than a raincoat
she got a deep throat, i got a deep hole
p-ssy warmer than a f-ckin’ baked potato
we on that evil sh-t, i’ll break your f-ckin’ halo
it’s da mafia and twiztid b-tch, lay low!

[hook]

[verse 8: chris webby]
gettin’ toxic wasted, when i drop it i rock the pavement
sh-t somebody shoulda locked the bas-m-nt
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
f-ckin’ o’dules, b-tch my belly is a brewery
been drinking since before i hit p-b-rty, 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 b-ss’ my air remains specific
my perspective, f-ck you buzzk!ll when i’m wasted
f-ck 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 fireb-lls 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
c0ke sl-ts sniffed up with a nostril like a vacuum
naked chicks with tracks on their arms, these heroin hoes
“if it bleeds, we can k!ll it” like the line from predator goes
the way my vocals get these b-tches 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 gl-ss
you suckas will not last, you’re f-cking with god’s trash
come on

[hook]

- twiztid

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