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MC Chris( Christopher Brendan Ward )
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Where Is My 40?
I can't find my 40, 40 I can't find my 40, 40 I can't find my 40, 40 I can't find my 40
Where are the people Eager to leave And commit acts of evil
Stuck at my job I hear there's a rager Cell phone's exploding And c4 in my pager
I hear they be ladies Wearing tight clothing Hopefully somebody There will be holding
Late to the date That's great and I'm golden Can't wait to escape And be done with these doldrums
Can't wait to be wasted And plastered and puking Can't wait to debate Which country's need nuking
Can't wait to have vomit And blood on my breath Can't wait to digest If there's anything left
Must [?]on my door And take out the trash Do all my chores Impossibly fast
Be [?]in the bash Pop open a colt Five extra ounces Of glorious gold
I can't find my 40, 40 I can't find my 40, 40 I can't find my 40, 40 I can't find my 40
The dude at the deli Is smelly and smarmy Sells me a 40 I'm horny for party
I buy party mix The kind that's generic I also buy condoms Them ones that embarrass
Alcoholism Has millions of perks Traditional trove Of bubbles and burps
My Irish ancestry Has left me with lager I guess I'm a jigger Instead of a jogger
The caterwaul's cusp もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com The bacchanal's brink I'm ready for belching And barfing and stink
Let's howl at the moon And croon while we drink Let's wake up the wind And begin like I'm Link
Anticipation My heart is beating This side is odd This side is even
The numbers decrease Smokers are mingling Every inch Of my body is tingling
I can't find my 40, 40 I can't find my 40, 40 I can't find my 40, 40 I can't find my 40
They duce (shooters) There's a world they call shots Whiskey and bourbon Was served so was schnapps
Goldschlager's exciting There's little gold flakes Aftershock shots And I'll puke on your face
Buttery Nipple Liquid Cocaine Who's the fuck Keeps loading up trays
Tomahawk Pickleback Then Kamikazes I feel no pain Nothing can stop me
Where was my stuff It was right here My shitty mix And my bag of beer
Now where did I place it Where has it gone If somebody drank it Then fuckers it's on
Not in the fridge Start looking at culprits Ganker is guzzling Down my indulgence
Imagine the bottle The bottom with backwash Say that it's somewhere Or I'm getting my hacksaw
I can't find my 40, 40 I can't find my 40, 40 I can't find my 40, 40 I can't find my 40
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