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Yeah, woo, yeah | That's the idea, man | The fuckin' Red Wings are playin'
Yeah, woo, yeah That's the idea, man The fuckin' Red Wings are playin' Ayy, the fuckin' Red Wings are playin', man Fuck, shut up, man, you're gonna fuckin' make me miss the game It goes, one, two, three, four Rush room, C4 Need more bleach, breathe more (yo, I said) Reach for ether, either or (either one) Marcus paint, inhale, faint Yeah, heh-heh, heh-heh, smells great, heh-heh (whoa) Acid, you don't got that? Just melt plastic That's it, now let it smoke and smell that shit I can't see shit, you're foggin' up the room Gimme that shit, bitch, you're hoggin' the balloon (hey) I might just suck nitrous all night long If I just die, Mike, just call my mom (9-1-1) Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel Put his foot through it and crawl in it like a tunnel From the 3-1-3 to the 8-1-0 Hey Brian, you ain't coverin' the rush hole You're not doin' it right, pay attention Who the fuck taught you to smoke, Bill Clinton? C'mon, inhale, puff, pass, puff, pass, okay, that's enough, damn Tom, that's my mom's lamp, goddamn, dude, fuckin' calm down (sorry) Look at you guys, you're makin' a mess, where's Jason? "Dude, I'm in the basement with Jeff He just dropped a bunch of weights on his chest Help me get 'em off," wait, you're breakin' his neck (alright) You grab that end, dick, I'll grab this end I told him not to lift when he sniffs, he don't listen Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight Jimmy, no, Jimmy don't let me die tonight Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight Jimmy, no, Jimmy don't let me die tonight Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike I spilled beer on the carpet, the walls are drunk, you asshole I ain't leanin' on 'em, I'm holdin' 'em up Shit, tonight, man, I ain't holdin' 'em up I'm openin' up shop to the cops and closin' it shut Nineteen shots might seem like a lot, but it's not I ain't even buzzin', man, I swear to God Clown, stop, you're gonna scare the dog He's gonna bark and Mr. Johnson's gonna come downstairs, and, ugh "Hey, I want some peace and quiet here Or I'ma send the goddamn police in riot gear" Shut up Mr. Johnson, don't even start Go have another fuckin' heart attack, you old fart I hate that guy, Brian, that's the hamper What's the matter, you can't go to the damn bathroom? "Sorry, I had to shit, dude, where's the tissue?" I dunno, just use this XXL issue Look at this house, who put this couch crooked? Ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot, now look at It looks like I just stepped in a mud puddle, you fuckin' dick (I'm sorry) Shut up, butthole, you probably did it on purpose You fuckin' drunk bastard Here, take your keys, go boozin' up Gratiot I hate you guys, you ain't my friends Look what you just did to my mom's eight by tens Now she's gonna blame me, I hope you're happy now Party's over, everybody get your asses out Out, I said out, put the beer down, out Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight Jimmy, no, Jimmy don't let me die tonight Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight Jimmy, no, Jimmy don't let me die tonight Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
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