woke up this mourning
got out ta bed
of to Work I go
never can get a brake
cant evur slow down
tommorow i will crash fur sur

but afther work
de fun wil start
go 'ome to shot tha coek
than bend a littel for a fart
the romince will comince
ill fuck mah whor
tille weare booth soare
yep right next to dat chain fence

lieing in dar mud
being blowd wonse moore
it whurts boot iam to dronk
ta give sheet
bloo ma lood
write UP har noose
i PaSs oot froom tha xcreetment