Mac Lethal - Old Rasputin (Every Night) lyrics
[Mac Lethal - Old Rasputin Every Night lyrics]
My name is Mac Lethal aKA Old Rasputin
Come on!
Every night I drink just so I can fall asleep
Alcohol in my tummy, turning dark days sunny
Every night I drink just so I can fall asleep
Alcohol in my tummy, pop bottles, get money
Man, get up out of bed today is your day
Have a little morning sex, no foreplay
Go downstairs and make breakfast your way
Put a little Grey Goose in your OJ okay
I'm a fast thinker
But I'll never live in slow pace
The world just rotates and rotates
My young soldiers
I never get drunk, but trust me
I get hung over big thumbs up
Hip-hop for Jesus
For dinner I'mma finish off a
Big box of Cheez-Its you know I'm cooking
Blow a little bitty kiss to your
Wife cause I know she's looking
I'm in that El Camino with a?
Rim and the clover cushions i'm chopping
I'm knuckle-popping that hustle
Copping that custom black vehicle
Get a bit of a cracked ego
You know it's Mac Lethal that's me, bro
No superpowers and no cape
I'm still a rap hero
Baby, it's hip-hop's original beer snob
With rugged rap styles
I'mma nibble your ears off
I said I'm getting fucked
Up in the mooooorning
Cause I'm horny for music
That ain't boooooring
And all the music out now, I hate it
So when I want some really good music
I gotta make it
So I'm getting fucked up in the mooooorning
I'm wide awake, but, man, I'm so high
I'm snoring
My martini's dirtier than trashy
Hoes and whore clothes
And your flow is cheesier
Than Axl Rose's cornrows
You know I'm ripping, give it a listen
Motherfucker, my vocal's sickening?
Dip when I'm dope in a minute with a gnome
Mina-minimally broke when I
Roast these chickens
These rappers hating on me
KC down to Wichita
I can see the bitch in y'all
I can see your tit's and bra get out my way
I'm 'bout to dropkick the Midwest
And your existence is a conflict of interest
I got a model with me
I ain't kissing on no dumb skank
I'd rather shit up in the
Drunk tank and puff stank
I said I got that double IPA
I'm drinking it, baby the bar is packed
I'm gonna leave with a lady
My car's in back we gonna jump in
Slow chopped and screwed music pumping
Fuck rims i'd rather have machine guns
On the front ends black Clover beer club
Lifetime homies
Summer nights we get together
Drinking light fine stogies
Lord knows that I can't handle the press
Y'all wanna know if cousin Bennett's real
Man? The answer is yes
Shit!
That was Irish Goodbye
Come on!
Every night I drink just so I can fall asleep
Alcohol in my tummy, turning dark days sunny
Every night I drink just so I can fall asleep
Alcohol in my tummy, pop bottles, get money
Man, get up out of bed today is your day
Have a little morning sex, no foreplay
Go downstairs and make breakfast your way
Put a little Grey Goose in your OJ okay
I'm a fast thinker
But I'll never live in slow pace
The world just rotates and rotates
My young soldiers
I never get drunk, but trust me
I get hung over big thumbs up
Hip-hop for Jesus
For dinner I'mma finish off a
Big box of Cheez-Its you know I'm cooking
Blow a little bitty kiss to your
Wife cause I know she's looking
I'm in that El Camino with a?
Rim and the clover cushions i'm chopping
I'm knuckle-popping that hustle
Copping that custom black vehicle
Get a bit of a cracked ego
You know it's Mac Lethal that's me, bro
No superpowers and no cape
I'm still a rap hero
Baby, it's hip-hop's original beer snob
With rugged rap styles
I'mma nibble your ears off
I said I'm getting fucked
Up in the mooooorning
Cause I'm horny for music
That ain't boooooring
And all the music out now, I hate it
So when I want some really good music
I gotta make it
So I'm getting fucked up in the mooooorning
I'm wide awake, but, man, I'm so high
I'm snoring
My martini's dirtier than trashy
Hoes and whore clothes
And your flow is cheesier
Than Axl Rose's cornrows
You know I'm ripping, give it a listen
Motherfucker, my vocal's sickening?
Dip when I'm dope in a minute with a gnome
Mina-minimally broke when I
Roast these chickens
These rappers hating on me
KC down to Wichita
I can see the bitch in y'all
I can see your tit's and bra get out my way
I'm 'bout to dropkick the Midwest
And your existence is a conflict of interest
I got a model with me
I ain't kissing on no dumb skank
I'd rather shit up in the
Drunk tank and puff stank
I said I got that double IPA
I'm drinking it, baby the bar is packed
I'm gonna leave with a lady
My car's in back we gonna jump in
Slow chopped and screwed music pumping
Fuck rims i'd rather have machine guns
On the front ends black Clover beer club
Lifetime homies
Summer nights we get together
Drinking light fine stogies
Lord knows that I can't handle the press
Y'all wanna know if cousin Bennett's real
Man? The answer is yes
Shit!
That was Irish Goodbye