smile was winding down Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline fumes They say, "You had it, but you sold it" You didn't want it, no I'm half drunk on
trousers Come from Tuam In Milltown they have No ballroom Oh I was so drunk and disorderly I don't know what I did But I have the strangest feeling I owe Tom
When he was too drunk to walk Then came the day We were sent away We got our papers Posted trough the door And sent off to war Dear old Tom He'
Kiddie's by the dozen from local zoos Someone's second cousin but God knows whose. Everybody feed For example there's an uncle who when he's drunk'll
, here we have the viennese waltz type of the franz lehar/johann strauss school, conjuring up images of gaily waltzing couples and probably stale champagne drun
t need a cape cause I'm already fly Like a skydiver, a nigga got drag Like a race car driver, plus i'va Spit saliva, liver, than mcgyver ("bam!") bump mo' bitches than a drunk
Chorus: You talk Like a white girl Do you think That you're white, girl A line some drew in the sand Some will call you an Uncle Tom If you support
how we do This a little story about uh A nigga you know well, Knoc-Turn'al I can see you watching waitin' in my garden In my bushes plottin' Peepin' Tom
pumpin Fuckin up my rug every time I'm gettin drunk This is dumb, last night it was fun But I'm feelin pretty shitty since the last shot of Rum Tom hit
up in the struggle Born hustler, goin for the jugular Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird
He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder Well it might have been a blue bird I don't know But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska The salmon
I can out-smoke all of you motherfuckers And bitch I was born with asthma Fuck life, I'd rather track Jack Daniels Smoke weed and rape Cockerspaniels A peeping Tom
Vuitton!" "What you mean I can't afford it. Why would I wanna afford some old fake Louie, baby if that's real Louie, I'm Tom Cruise." "Excuse me,
your ass to the bass Wait till you see my face, hey bitch Wear them tight jeans that show your ass crack My first name gives Vietnam flash backs I get drunk
bad to the bone Hit bound from the Mo town Allen fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J. Park parties gettin' drunk
bringin you blood shock and awe bring it on. You cant make or break me fuck MTV. I'ma underground killa huntin VIP murderous me followin Tom home with
of these people are just now hopping on the we hate Tom bandwagon, like I've been hating tom since like 1995 I'm old school hating Tom guy alright Tom
triples please circle the violence Let me abolish this sh like Nat Turner Drop by Tom Warner, peace to my crooked cop killers With the six shooter while fake niggaz Getting drunk