FV - Booze To Glug lyrics

Trudy: Have you been drinking?
Pete: The whole country is drinking!

I need: Wings to fly and boots to march
Something for my lingering eye when
It moves too much i need my heart and my gut
To move past the rut
And start talking again to decide
On whom to touch and whom to stay away from
Whom to trust whom to love and
Care for and whom to fuck (RRRAH)
I need some booze to glug
After which i thunder-shower
You acoustic fucks, like I'm Zeus
I start sucking on the cigarette butt
But the smoke - it isn't
Bitter and intrusive enough
Take a snooze, 'cause half-asleep
Is lucid enough so let's go out to do the
Sickest and the stupidest stuff
The weather's pretty pleasant
I'm feeling like a legend
I represent intelligence
You represent the peasents
I'm spitting from a mountain
You're spitting from a terrace
It's just my stuff is better
And you're probably getting jealous (HA)
I hope you're getting bitter (HA)
And posting on your twitter (HA)
"Look at this wigga spitting slicker
Than a lot of" nnnnNNNAH
I guess you're meaning black men
I've got the sickest raps
And your flow is barely sitting up
I've got mine doing backflips, uh

I need some booze to glug
I need some booze to glug
Ey yo Steve, I need some booze to glug
Always sip a lovely wine, never glug it

Ha, sicker than your average
Watch me take a sip of liquor quick
Then I'm spilling the madness
You're talking in a primitive language
This is why your mother's frowning
She is really embarressed
You're pretending to be smart
But you're silly and savage
So I make you obsolete
Just like Ritalin did to parents
Suburban thugs, you all live in a palace
All you Papa Docs suck 'cause
Your middle name's Clarence
Just hear me preach
Like you'd listen to Malice all these words
They confuse me end up twisting my larynax
I'm misunderstood
Like an intelligent actress
Stop talking, show your tit's, ma'am
You're very attractive
Getting mindfucked's a terrible habit
Make a hole in my brain that's
Where I bury my past, damn it
My insanity's batshit i'm black at it
With that Slyrethin rap, man
It's black magic
Though I'm white and uptight and asthmatic
My words are motherfucking asteroids
I stab planets, like daggers
Holding my blood's a task
Adequate for the Atlantic
But I'll pollute it with my bad habit's
Am I a killer? Fucking ask GLADoS
And how does all of it
Work? Fucking ask magnets
But can a whitey be a
Rapper? Fucking ask Mathers
I do not care and fuck you
If you think that crap matters, uh

I need some booze to glug
I need some booze to glug
Ey yo Ricky, I need some booze to glug
You get

Fuck partying, I'm having visions
Most of them are so illegal I'll be
Fiddled by a man in prison
Still less awkward than when parents visit
All you should be hearing is like fucking
'Cause I'm that explicit
Step back, fuckers, the man is spitting
Didn't they teach you: "leave the room
When the motherfucking cat is hissing"?
Cal 911, 'cause your talents' missing
And you've got less to say
Than motherfucking Maggie Simpson and, uhm
Henry Pollard, Are we having fun yet?
Got Murdoch saying:
"Damn, son, have we tapped his phone yet?"
Both kinda sweet and kinda
Creepy like phone threats
Me and my brain afraid of deaths
So we haven't grown yet i'm kinda lonely
But at least got some ghost friends
Hanging with ba ba ba-Billy the
Kid and the whole set
Drop a bomb where my foes gather
And end the day with getting
Hammered right at Moe's Tavern
I do not follow most patterns
I'm post race, post-sex
Post-trends and I'm post manners
I swear to god my brain is so scattered
I'm screaming "Bring the 90's back"
Wearing a gross flannel (Oh)

I need some booze to glug
I need some booze to glug
Ey yo Barry, I need some booze to glug
Can we stop saying love?