Buckwheat Groats - Arbor Day Party lyrics

[Verse 1] Happy Arbor Day, f*ggot, I see you brought your ho She can step inside, but you dog? You gots to go You like trees, baby? Hit this, get high Sip this, sniff this Damn I think this b**h died (Oops) f** it man, it's Arbor Day, you ain't gon' see me stress You might see me well-dressed, hand on a breast You might see me with a bottle, pouring liqour out You might see me on the dance floor, dick is out You might see me with a handgun, g sh** Posted in the kitchen, dipping chips in some cheese dip Fatty Eisenhower got this motherf**er poppin' off Spike the punch bowl with Quaalude and Sriracha sauce (Swag) It's a Groat party, everybody gettin' wild No kids, but somebody leaving with a child No condoms, no Plan B b**h it's Arbor Day, we tryin' to plant seeds [Hook] Fellas, bust your gats for the birch and oak Ladies, shake your a** for the Buckwheat Groats And everybody in this b**h gettin' high tonight It's Arbor Day, f** around and you might die tonight Fellas, spark your l's for the firs and pines Ladies, take your shirt off and snort a line And if you down with police, you gettin' stuffed the f** up (A-yo!) It's Arbor Day, we're getting f**ed the f** up [Verse 2] Oh sh**, now this party turned up Got a whole lot a trees gettin' burned up (But guys, isn't Arbor Day about preservation?) Man, shut the f** up before we bust your face in We here for two things: Chewing gum and doing blow And we out of gum, so we doing blow Will I make it out alive? sh**, it's hard to say Speedballs, f** it, I'm going hard today, it's arbor day Now I'm feeling good, great, grand, wonderful Tweaking out, going HAM like a Lunchable Getting comfortable with a group of groupy hoochies, playin' truth or dare (Dinky, do you love me?) Uh, I choose the dare Now it's getting late, nitrous tank tapped out Everybody blacked out, looking like a crack house People on the floor pa**ed out with their a** out DJ's so high he starts blasting Smash Mouth (Hey now) f** that, I got s** on my mind Spot some shorties on the dance floor, we start to grind It's gettin' kinda freaky, got my arm around her waist Aw, this dude did not just vomit on her face Aw f** naw, I'm reaching for my gun So is he, so is they, so is everyone (But wait, guys, think about the trees!) f** trees, b**h, co*k and squeeze! [Hook]