Lyrics
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“I only got one, couldn’t even see straight, ha ha ha ha”
Intro
Step into the mix its the most dangerous headbanger
Run into the kip and fucking swing a sledgehammer
Step into the mix its the most dangerous headbanger
Run into the kip and fucking swing a sledgehammer
Step into the mix its the most dangerous headbanger
Run into the kip and fucking swing a sledgehammer
Step into the mix its the most dangerous headbanger
Run into the kip and fucking swing a sledgehammеr
Member of D12
I’m on the mix, I’m drunk off liquor and I’m feelin’ it right
Never did no shows but I did smokе weed so I was feelin’ a high
I seen people goin’ on the trip and they let their spirits fly
No matter what your weed just do what we do and our heads are in the sky
I’mma keep it real though, goin’ off liquor
Trippin’ contact from the blood got me slippin’
Y’all know D12, how we be livin’
Wakin’ up in a hotel room spinnin’
Jumpin’ up, I don’t know these women
Somehow yo I keep on winnin’
‘Cause they keep tellin’ me how lit I am
And they kissin’ on each other and they keep grinnin’
Member of D12
There’s a lot of motherfuckers wanna copy
They wanna get high with me
I’m a n***a that’s spent my monopoly
I be coppin’ all kind of weed
Gettin’ high off a lotta E
Tylenol mixed with drama me
Bottle of vodka emasceline
In denial, I’m not a fiend
Liver lookin’ like a lot of green
Vomitin’ in the kitchen sink
Vicodin was the missin’ link
Bought me some and I didn’t eat
Popped a couple now I see double
Got me a blow up doll just to cuddle
Breath stink, can’t think, (pop), pass a drink
Casper Walsh
Get down, get down
Do the slut drop then pick it up
Dublin reppin’
Calvin Klein baby
Mix it up
Member of D12
Another I’m goin’ (????)
Hennessy and OJ it don’t stop
Somebody pop a bottle top
This show’s gettin’ too wild so they called the cops
Eskimo Supreme
We got a gram of the onion haze
Smoke that take a panic attack
Z-Lister full of class As
Put a stallion down on its back
You wouldn’t be in to it
Nah kid, nah you wouldn’t be in to it
Bizarre
Pill poppin’ animal
Goin’ off his camera roll
All of these tangent goals
Are goin’ off this edible
Do you want to dance?
Do you want to party?
Who got the weed?
Who got the bacardi?
Casper Walsh
I'm full of two whacks
I'm sat here fucked
I'm stuck to the couch like blu-tac
Asking me to choose coke or E's is like asking Biggie or Tupac
I don't know, I love both
I do a fat line and a blue ghost
My face is drooping to the left side like I'm after takin’ two strokes
Eskimo Supreme
I'm gonna stamp on the LSD
Lift that take a panic attack
In the nip I'm climbin’ up trees
No doctors are bringin’ me back
You wouldn't be into it
Ha, you wouldn't be into it
Member of D12
Detroit in this bitch
You know we love the gin
We’ll get this bitch met
I’m sniffin’ half of (woo, woo)
Let’s turn it off
Let’s zip it off
Let’s get fucked up
You know we like to fuck, fuck, fu-
Casper Walsh
Get down, get down
Do the slut drop then pick it up
Dublin repping, Calvin Klein's baby, mix it up
Pour out the top stock, Ciroc
Cocktail mix of drugs
We're gonna leave this kip with a bang
Outro
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
I get what I want, I steal it
I get what I want, I steal it
Can you feel it?
(pill poppin’ animal, pill poppin’ animal, pill poppin’ animal, pill poppin’ animal, pill poppin’ animal, pill poppin’ animal, pill poppin’ animal, pill poppin’ animal)
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