Huzzah! lyrics

by

Das Racist


[Hook]
Drunk driving on a Wednesday
With three b*tches and an MPV
Half a gallon of Georgi Porgi
And cranberry that's the POP
Peel-Off Passion, a recipe for terror
We mix them sh*ts together
And then we having orgies
We live this life forever
We never gonna stop
You with us lemme hear you scream
Huzzah!

[Verse 1]
Straight shots of vodka, straight shots of vodka
Slamdance with white hens from Czechoslovakia
Bank like a mobster, cutlass impostor
Shoot a batty boy in 'im head like a rasta
What's my name b*tch? (Mr eXquire)
Don't forget the muthaf*ckin, without that it's nothin
I bring the ruckus, these n*ggas suck di*k
They rap like some fags with they ballsacks tucked in
Damn my whole sh*t slow
God I ain't forget you
My n*gga I ain't trippin just been goin through some issues
Back to the basics
Timbs' loosely laced In
On my '98 sh*t, do it just like Jay did from Brooklyn
Live from the 7-1-8 where
These n*ggas bust ya grape quick with no hesitation
Mind in the matrix is sorta Oceania like
Slumber party calling all the demons that I can't invite
Liver Shrivel Quickly When your Sippin On that Poison
Your pus*y's so good my whole squad should enjoy it
Always Twittin bout your grindin, n*gga that's annoying
Publicist asked me what's my gimmick, I said "Going In"
Man you only live once, might as well throw a fit
Snuff the sh*t outta hipster rappers for the f*ck of it
Live by the mantra: live live, die never so
In other words, the real legacy breathes forever
[Hook]
Drunk driving on a Wednesday
With three b*tches and an MPV
Half a gallon of Georgi Porgi
And cranberry that's the POP
Peel-Off Passion, a recipe for terror
We mix them sh*ts together
And then we having orgies
We live this life forever
We never gonna stop
You with us lemme hear you scream
Huzzah!

[Verse 2]
Industry n*ggas think I'm nut-shrunk f*ck them
Smut b*tch, got some nice lips come and suck di*k
Thumbs up big gun buck doing dumb sh*t
Life going up feeling like my guts eruptin
Stumbling, stuck cause my whole life crumbling
(It must suck to be him, it must suck to be him)
Him = me f*ck this whole Henny bottle empty
f*ck til my di*k is feeling empty
MetroCards, don't got no hemi
I ain't got a Charger
Charge card, D-class credit I'm retard
Flow like Dirty, raw like Willy Dynamite
Trying to ignite a revolution with the sh*t I write
Me and my n*ggas gonna take the world over
Me and my n*ggas gonna take the world over
No bucks to Oprah, never see me nervous
Abuhbuhbuh I f*cked up on purpose
[Hook]
Drunk driving on a Wednesday
With three b*tches and an MPV
Half a gallon of Georgi Porgi
And cranberry that's the POP
Peel-Off Passion, a recipe for terror
We mix them sh*ts together
And then we having orgies
We live this life forever
We never gonna stop
You with us lemme hear you scream
Huzzah!

[Outro]
Disclaimer: I didn't make this song to promote the sale of alcohol
Hardly, uhh can't think of the word right now
Feel like my brain is f*cked up from drinking alcohol
But uh, the distribution and sh*t, I didn't write this song for that
I wrote this song because I like drinking n*gga, and I be drunk
That's why I wrote this song, hahaha f*ck you
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