Going for the gold, Keep the Four loko cold
Behold bo rai cho, With mad mic control
To booze a black hole, drain bottle reload
Then dive in unknown , and hope the shield hold
Low on liquid, intake addictive,
living real sick but lately life’s shifted
Downward spiral artist’s depiction
Art my main fix in this shit existence
I’m Livin like a man full of some junk
Feel stuck so i just get drunk
Never enough, in a rut, in a funk
Diggin in and waiting for life to not suck
Crack a fifth to escape the shit
I admit, it’s cyclical with no benefit
But tippin spirits is better than fucking callin it quits
Swim in sin, cause my patience is fucking wearing thin (so i)

Drink cause i got shit inside i need to kill
Memories, burden me, fuck these brain cells

Wake up still fucked up throwing up
Shitter full of puke and the only thing holding up
The frail man who just stumbled out of the club
Not sure if he’s ever gonna fuckin be done
It’s his only fun, escapism via depressants
Because to quit would take admittance that his life is too depressing
To handle without a handle devoid of the ethyl’s blessing
It all becomes everclear the shit he’s been repressing
So fuck that, i’m about liqour and avoidance
An i’mma be joyous while i’m sippin on this poison
Fuck real life it aint nothing but annoying
So instead beats and my liver i’m destroying
Like cock rock hotel suites
Alcoholica ain’t got fucking nothing on me
Apex predator to 12 oh zee
And tippin j.d. Screaming fuck reality