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Moss Brain

Sittin sayin fuck it
Wit more liquid in me than a bucket
Strung out like a puppet
Slurred speech and a back wit a hunch in it
Bowl of vodka spiked wit a lil punch in it
Staggerin basatard need a pair of crutches
Bottles gobbled up in bunches
A lot of fuckin good vibes swallowed up
Forgotten inside the wood head rotting
Moss brain get tossed and pieces of soul lost
Just the junk scraped up
Off the bottom of the trough
Feed the pigs cause even these need to live
Written by wolfman
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