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TGIF 'cause the stress ends soonGot your friends on your couch, your disc rocking tunesAs you stand with your band in a room that is strewnWith Zeus juice, Froot Loops, and old Yoo HoosRounds of high fives and cries of 'Yeah dude'Smokin' cigarettes and sippin' witches brewIt's kid tested, mom approvedTo make your Jimmy swagger like the dukeDressed in your best threads for club lagoonThey got teeny bikinis with the real pontoonsYou're out the door and down the avenueThe shit's getting ill like reputeEnter the strobe light, exit harvest moonGreet throngs of paragons with your old platoonThey bet you to step to the one that's cuteAs she stands with her man, hope he's chicken like PerdueIf belligerence were affluence you'd be tycoonGo to overthrow the prince and start a cooBut he's grown nuts like cashew, he must be introducedTo your best friend, your best man and new right shoeBrutes execute like John Wilkes BootheControlled my choke holds, four blows cause broken toothFists bring the pain, rain like monsoonSplit the scene before you get the bootYou're the kind of guy who thinks that life is simply passin' yaThe last gas is graspin' ya, heard the last laugh gets laughed at yaIs it comin' true, what your friend said in the last seats in back of yaNo they're wrong, like the way George Bush spoke Sadaam at yaAssess the damages and cast all those tags the bullies ran at yaYou're just disenchanted with Nasdaq like the cat back in Atlanta wasYou steal of the wheel, the deal with the deck they handed yaWith your outcast you're out last as old fears have handed yaAnd so we have ya, on your way of having your first crack at PamelaShe'll become the better half of yaJust hope the rest does not pass without somebody slappin' yaNow your cruise acting rude, stupid talk being spewedGoing off half kinds with twice the attitudeIt pulls lactic sick wanna kick like kung-fuWatched too much Bruce Lee, Jet Li, and John WooLimbo, how low will you stoopThe sickness of fitfulness spreads like the fluRun with the wolf pack, attack the chicken coopFlexing on the next kid, who you run into?Laughing while you turn his ass black and bluePounce and bounce him into ICU, Hop a train or a taxi, head home like pigeons doSmile as you greet the morning dew Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |