Blood Fire I Be The Drunk Writer
Who, Kinda Becomes Wiser After A Budweiser
The Punch Liner Getting Licked Off One FiverWho, Couldn′t Come Tighter Even If He Touched Minor
Bite Snakes Light Weights Sip Guinness
Downing Tyskie Drown In Whiskey That's My Drink Limits
I Piss Quickest Dismissing Big Cynics
Who Wanna Take Ya Buzz Away Something Like Syd Phillips
Sip Golden Ale From The Holy Grail
With A Binge Nation Who Cant Afford To Go To Jail Or Post The Bail
This Is Something For You To Feel Like I Wrote In Brail
We All Get Old And Frail So I Guess That We′re Supposed To Fail
I Like Booze But I'm Not A Drunk Boaster
The Fun Joker Skunk Toker Habitual Bud Smoker
The Dumb Stoner And Nothing Comes Closer
Spent Part Of My Adolescence Hung Over On Ya Mums Sofa
Some People Drink Just To Pick A Fight
But The Prick Disguise Is To Hide The Bitch Inside
I Keep Calm On A Twisted Night
Hoping There's No Arms When I′m Legless Something Like Philidimides
The Free Spirit Pouring That Liquor
Even With Beer Goggles I Cant Talk To This Minger
Irish In My Blood I Was Born As A Drinker
Forget The Cold Ethanol Keeps Us Warm In The Winter

Bun Trees The Drunk Monkey
Used To Put Jim Beam In A Fucking Slush Puppy
I Rep The Down Trodden And Unlucky
Trade Beers And Face Fears When This Life Becomes Ugly
Clown Alot... But I′m About The Job
In Town I Cotch... I Like To Piss The Bouncers Off
Never Been Into White Wine Or Alco Pops
But Catch Me Out The Box Downing Shots Around The Spot
With My Eyes Looking Insane Any Time I'm Shit Faced
And It′s A Piss Take How Long This Fucking. Piss Takes
Competitive With The Drink Games
Catch Me Shit Faced On Gin Lane With A Bag Full Of Mixtapes
I Don't Drink And Think I′m A Bad Boy
I'm A Mic Man So Naturally I Be Making That Mad Noise
Till Its The Morning After And I′m Looking Like Gascoigne
Withdrawing Back Into My Shell Feeling Sumfing Like Blastoise
I Get Dizzee And Slap Arses
Beefing In The Kebab Shop With The Greedy Fat Bastards
So Whats Your Poison Coz I Drank Glasses
Till I Block The Toilets When I Throw Up Like A Graff Artist
I Get Dizzee And Slap Arses
Beefing In The Kebab Shop With The Greasy Fat Bastards
So Whats Your Poison Coz I Drank Glasses
Till I Block The Toilets When I Throw Up Like A Graff Artist