40 years

40 years from now we'll drink a forty on the couch
And take a shot and chase it down
And pass that shit around
40 years from now there's still a crowd up in the house
We're gonna turn that shit up loud
So shut your fucking mouth

I just threw back a gallon of liquor
Mix it with paint it makes your blood thicker
Now I'm a natural born killer
A terminator dressed like Godzilla
You wanna see my pocket protector
You're cooking me like Hannibal Lector
Well I got something you can eat
So bon appetite you fucking freak
I don't expect your respect that's why I gotta protect this
Check this box if you wanna rock with me
Give it a knock and I'll give you
a walky talkie and some chalk and
bottle of sake
A tender box that comes with 3 frogs and 3
dogs and fat hog ready to mate
Yeah he'll frost your cakes but don't hesitate
You make your mistakes I'll make my mistakes, k

40 years from now we'll drink a forty on the couch
And take a shot and chase it down
And pass that shit around
40 years from now there's still a crowd up in the house
We're gonna turn that shit up loud
So shut your fucking mouth

Tell everything you wanna hear
Tell me everything you wanna see
Tell me everything's not clear
Tell me what you're gonna say to me

These days it's hard to stay sober
Convinced my life will be over soon
I used to like to play red rover
I'm getting sadder as I grow older
And now I'm looking just like medusa
But don't stare or I'm gonna goose ya
I'm been sitting here for a week
A phenomenal, a nominal sheik
So let's make a little sacrifice
I brought the dice and some lice and I'm feeling kinda nice
The blue ice got my head in a vice cause I hit it twice
Hypnotized I'm seeing mice, they're cooking rice
It doesn't matter if you're wrong or right
We got the rhymes and some limes and the cuervo delights
Then it lights the fights and bites
and burns the kites in turn
Until the weak squirm like they're little worms

40 years from now we'll drink a forty on the couch
And take a shot and chase it down
And pass that shit around
40 years from now there's still a crowd up in the house
We're gonna turn that shit up loud
So shut your fucking mouth

You can fade away or find a place to rest
You know your girl and me we're lying in the nest
And if you touch her chest, then she'll undress
She's not the best, you get a check less
Momma save us, say la vi
Locked out cause shit, I forgot the key
And I skinned my knee, poor me, owweee
I'm so sorry, can I have some tea and
some honey and a playboy bunny
What, you think that's funny, give me some fucking me money
And now look, you're running
You should've known that it'd be like that
Stalk you round all day then stab you in the back
Guess it's first degree when you make a map
I should've thought of that before I drained your sap
Wish I could take it back, I wonder where you're at
Maybe in heaven or 7-11 in the back

40 years from now we'll drink a forty on the couch
And take a shot and chase it down
And pass that shit around
40 years from now there's still a crowd up in the house
We're gonna turn that shit up loud
So shut your fucking mouth