Wake up
Grab beer
Shave beard
Put on some scene gear
Come on girls I wanna see you drinkin’
I wanna see your brain start shrinkin’
I don’t give a fuck if you’re drunk or not
Turn it up loud feel the ambiance
I’m like Cheech without the Chong
Hitting up the beer bong
You can make me ready to party
With a sweetened Bacardi
Here I am
My second name give you Israel flashbacks
My clothes are always retro
Sexual like I’m hetero
My heart has holes
but my blood still flows
Just too Caucasian
I’m a hell raisin’
Make you blazin’
Get a poem and
mix it with my heartbeat
if you don’t like it for me don’t mean shit
Now watch me thrust this knife called Lust
Into my chest until I burst
It’s me stab myself in the back
Everybody just relax!
And I fall to the ground with my teardrops
And I get lost every time my heart stops
