Home Brew - Bad Bad Whiskey lyrics

Yeah this song right here
Is for all the piss head who has a good girl
But, you were way too good for them
And then fucked it up y'know?

All because of that

Bad, bad, bad whiskey
And now she don't want to fuck with me
I lost my girl for forty-nine fifty
All because of that bad, bad, bad whiskey

Sitting alone in the clinic
I wonder "was she worth it?"
With my head in my hands while
I'm waiting for the verdict
Cause, I'm just a lying cheater, no-good
Wild cat eater, telling lies to my Sheila, I
Treat her like a diva when I
Love her and I need her
But, I really don't give a damn
Like a greedy beaver
Half a liter of tequila
Now I'm trying to cheat a piss test
All for some chick with some
Big breasts and shit breath
Sitting in the waiting room
Hoping I can trick death
This is what I get for listening
To what my dick says
Now I got the bug for a little hanky panky
Can't tell my dear
It'll kill her like Bambi's Mammy
Understand me? If you got a dick, then dude
To have a chick with who you're
Sticking to is kind of difficult
Especially when you're sipping brew
Worse when you're skulling it
Battle with the rum, and double
Trouble when you funnel it, it's

Bad, bad, bad whiskey
And now she don't want to fuck with me
And I don't know why I'm feeling so itchy
All because of that bad, bad, bad whiskey

Get the fuck away from me, asshole!

Baby, don't leave me, easy, please
Believe me! Baby, bubby, booby, lovey
Dovey, cutie, sweety, look
I know I made a booby
But there's no need to go les
It wasn't me, I swear
It was that dude Pepe Lopez
Fuck what that ho says
Me and you are meant to be
We're connected mentally, baby
She ain't a cent to me
Plus she had a bushy pussy "What?!"
But, I never saw it though!
Honest she just told me that
Straight up you can call her phone!
But, I don't have her number though
"Oh yeah right, sure you don't"
We got drunk, I saw the ho, I fell asleep
That's all I know! My dick was in auto mode!
'Fuck you, I'm walking home"
Ok well, before you go
Just one more for the road? Slap

Nah, you'll be back
I know you're gonna miss me
Damn, what's this
Why are my eyes getting misty
Shit, huh, bad bad whiskey

Bad, bad, bad whiskey
And now she don't want to fuck with me
She asked me
"How'd you get all those ciggies?"
All because of that bad, bad, bad whiskey