Thirsty Fish - Third Shift lyrics

Open get the gorgonzola workin’ like
I got four diplomas i won't drink no water
That’s bottled by Coca-Cola
I might as well drink a King Cobra
And sink while I'm thinking things over

You can keep your sticky pinks soda
That shit eats through paper cups
You’re obese you need your stomach stapled up
Your nuts all shrunk up
Your little penis can’t erupt
Drinking Mountain Dew got your
Testes tangled up
You better read the label once before
You pick the ladle up
That cheap fruit punch can
Get your cables cut and that's not what's up
These sucker ducks waddle up
But, I'm a Thirsty Fish
I let my piss fill your bottle up
Thursday’s workday i pulled a full shift
I need some real water
Not that bottled bullshit
Thursday’s workday i pulled a full shift
I need some real water
Not that bottled bullshit

(Hard pit bull, hard bull pit
Hard barstool, hard pool stick
‘Hella cool kid’ and everybody be like)

‘…don’t think he won’t school kids
Like LL Cool did’
Alpha! Where the pups? Where the flippers at?
Bring yourself on quit kickin’ back
(thirsty) Regimen is (fish) makin’ strides
Takin’ signs ‘til the waves divide
Like the early testament
I give my next gene for my x-gene
But, I’ll fuck Emma since it’s
The next best thing
On some Vince McMahon shit like
‘More talk less wrestling’
I got heart but grit can’t win

It’s the thirstiest day of the week
For your favorite three coy fish b-boys
That drink oceans ‘til
They’re drained complete
Ain't no need for Evian or Perrier
There's water almost everywhere, silly
With your fishtail between
Your scaly derriere

Swimming, skipping stones on my lake
Tryin’ to get your rocks off
Fishy hoes on myspace
Home on a Thursday night
Hope you don’t dehydrate
You’ll end up floating sideways at
The Blowed with live bait
It’s the 40oz thief, outreach thirsty fisher
With Ben’s water hosted, drenched
Dried up turkey dinners
Hungry as hell but we’ll never
Bite them surface dwellers
‘cause the surface ain’t for wordsmiths
Just ugly fuckin’ sailors