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Apologies K2 and R0
One skinny bitch two, three and then four
Why not a cola with rum roo?
Im just having fun
Oh what a delight
K2 and R0 buying each coctail i drink
Two shots of fireball, one more bottle of beer
My train time is moving closer i fear.
Good thing my man brought me more booze
A liter of beer and a little bit of liquor
How much more could she drink?
Its 6:30 AM my mom's got work
By the time she gets to the pisser,
the door is locked
"How much longer you fucking nitwit??"
. .
KNOCK KNOCK
. . .
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
.
.
.
BANG BANG
.
.
.
BANG BANG
The door gets kicked in
. . .
Silence
. . .
Shes lying in a pool of her vomit and drool
. . .
Is she breathing?
. . .
Is her heart still beating?
. . .
She's not breathing
. . .
My mother is weeping
. . .
As sirens are wailing
And my organs are failing
. . .
Why not a cola with rum roo?
Im just having fun
Oh what a delight
K2 and R0 buying each coctail i drink
Two shots of fireball, one more bottle of beer
My train time is moving closer i fear.
Good thing my man brought me more booze
A liter of beer and a little bit of liquor
How much more could she drink?
Its 6:30 AM my mom's got work
By the time she gets to the pisser,
the door is locked
"How much longer you fucking nitwit??"
. .
KNOCK KNOCK
. . .
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
.
.
.
BANG BANG
.
.
.
BANG BANG
The door gets kicked in
. . .
Silence
. . .
Shes lying in a pool of her vomit and drool
. . .
Is she breathing?
. . .
Is her heart still beating?
. . .
She's not breathing
. . .
My mother is weeping
. . .
As sirens are wailing
And my organs are failing
. . .
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