k**ing Joke - Scumbag Steve lyrics

It's 7:30 and I'm off on the run Out the house, headed South A house party for some fun (Woo-Hoo!!) Lookin' alright, I got a homemade shirt on A real conversation starter Wrote RAPIST. Bright ORANGE! I'm walkin' up with a blunt and a 6-pack as my contribution Only come with St. Arnold's Amber Brewed in my Home Town of Houston (H-Town!!) There go my fellas on the porch Equipped with Ports and Blacks Loud cussing, yelling fu*k IT! Sippin' on Coke and Jack I give the daps Talk some smack End it all with hugs I go inside Beer on Ice Spark my Berry Blunt I pa** it right and kiss it bye Ghost bursts out from my lungs Meet up with Kas and Pop a Tab Cranked to 11 SON!! We getting hype all night Tension no longer in sight Warmth pulls me in and hugs How can this not be right? Release the stress Sweat on flesh Every Breeze a kiss (You're getting weird man) It's the E, it makes me lovey, b**h! Peel myself off this couch (It's ADVENTURE TIME!) Back of the house, to the bathroom (YO CUT ME UP A LINE!!) Up the snout, even out (I'LL PAY IT BACK IN KIND!!!) Here go some bars, free of charge (YEAH YOU'RE A FRIEND OF MINE!!!) Hearts racin', impatient Tweeked out from street medication Hands shakin', heads quakin' A disaster walkin', waitin' Got the drip, bite my lip, look out the blinds Make sure we're all good and sh** Grind my teeth, feel the beat, knock back some drink (CHUG IT b*tch! YOU BETTER NOT SIP!) Soft Serve in the corner Glowstick light shows for a couple hoes Crazy Chris in the kitchen 5 bucks for that sh** we call the WOAH!! We bumpin' old sh**, half of it we made way back awhile But when we gather we're still k**in' it straight Voorhees Style!! It's pushin' 3 and ain't no end to the festivities Back to the bedroom quickly! I HEAR THEY SMOKIN' WEED! Open the door What's in store? What do my eyes they see? A sheet of acid 10 a pop thanks to Mike's courtesy On the tongue, kiss goodbye to the sun Peel reality away, cast aside and just run Drink the promises of Gaia from a waterfall of blood (Mange you trippin', chill out man, what the f**?!?!) Make my way outside. Fresh air out in the neighborhood Stumble stagger, it's the swagger of a man up to no good Lay on the gra**, eyes of gla**, view a diorama I'm on so many substances I must have some brain trauma KASPER: Get your sh** together, Mange It's time to go back in MANGE: But I can't kick these things I'm sittin' here and witnessin' A little girl who crawls on floors with bloody covered skin It's just The Shade playin' his tricks, A.K.A Richard Swift Hello Sir! Inside it's 5 and this party it ain't stoppin'! Fog machine kickin' and that ba** is still knockin'! Red and blue strobe light, consciousness drops in! Just long enough to keep you standin' and walkin'! You're pa**ed a bowl (SAY fu*k IT LET'S DO IT!) Your final goal (IS TO GET STRAIGHT STUPID!) You clear it all (CUZ THAT'S HOW WE DO sh*t!) We burn that dirty (IN THE CITY OF HOUSTON!!!) I hear the birds, I see the sun Ow my vampire eyes! Wishin' that it can't end But reality, well, it's a rising tide Time to go I guess? But before I do, can we just do one more line? You're out you say? Oh well okay Then yeah, I guess it's time On my way to the house feeling raw and rough Question all the things I do Why can't I have enough? Everything is just better with a little heightened touch Later tonight again alright? It's just how I cope and such