Råskog - Pickles In The Pocket Text (lyrics)

Fuck a Bloody Mary straight from the heart
Mix down red juice, peppa, tabasco ‘n salt
Put some vodka in ‘n don't be shy
Just turn that bottle up side down
Let the moonshine drown in that shit
Hell I’m glad I got a drink
I’m fucking dying over here
´cos life’s to short ‘n it’s
Sweet and it’s good
And I don’t wanna miss out
I just wanna be fucked up so bad
From the moment I put my slippers on
To the time I go to bed ‘n clock out
‘n if I wake up dizzy puking at 4 am
I ́ll be stumblin’ out to the
Icebox ‘n be drunk again
So pass me driver ‘n fill with screw
Nice fat muthafuckin’ vodka ‘n juice
Shit I’ll be in the zone no sugar no cream
Just get me a pint of that brew
No sex on the beach or a dingaling
Just keep it straight no fuzz, jizza
‘n don't forget to burp
The only sound I want to hear
Is a long nasty slurp
Lean that mean ‘ol fashion over
Here did you get that?
Ok now mix it ‘n ice it
Don't keep me hangin’ ‘n waiting
‘n shit what the fuck?
Shine that 6 feet of mahogny ‘n brass u twirp
I wanna be able to mirror that wood
To see how drunk I get
‘n if you can’t tend the bar right
I pull you by the necktie
‘n while your at it turn that
Record player back to the A-side
I wanna hear Cry Mama
On the jukebox a-slamin’
Shit, now check this out
Well I used to drink Martini’s in Hamburg
Daiquiri’s NOHO
I even drank cold fuckin’ Champagne
Coctails on the south pole
But hey I can tell you the goddamn thruth
There still none drink like
Vodka ‘n pussy juice
Yeah thats right don't ever get downtown
Without a bottle to feed on
While you jerk her crown
You might as well have fun while
Your down there eatin’ her lips
Just pour the booze on her spreaded legs
‘n get that pussy all soaked in that alcohol
I got pickles in my pockets
I got pickles in my pockets
I got pickels in my pockets
I got pickles in my pockets ah
Yeah i hit the drink hard
I hit the drink slow no matter what I drink
There’s still nuttin’ like pineapplejuice
Soda ‘n rum i don’t even have to worry
My bitches do it for me
They call me on the cell but I be bussy
‘cos my snake needs a piss
‘n a piss I’m about to
It ain't nuttin’ I can do baby call me later
So I lay the phone down ‘n I go to jizz
5 minutes flat hell no this piss-piss-piss
Can last me a week
Hell while I stand there pissing
I get so thirsty
So I kick of my shoes ‘n turn
Loose ‘n I choose to drink bruskies
5 or 6 beers keep it comin’
Drinkin’ that shit to my
Ears start a-flappin’
So just dunk that shit ‘n I’ll be a-crackin’
That mothafuckin’ whiskey is made
To be a-smackin but, you don’t have to worry
‘cos I won’t pass out
And I keep gurglin’ ‘n swirlin’
As long as you keep flushin’
That snaps made from peach
Fuck a Bloody Mary straight from the heart
Mix down red juice, peppa, tabasco ‘n salt
Put some vodka in ‘n don't be shy
Just turn that bottle up side down
Let the moonshine drown in that shit