Mac Lethal - Old Rasputin (Every Night) lyrics

My name is Mac Lethal AKA Old Rasputin Come on! [Hook:] Every night I drink just so I can fall asleep Alcohol in my tummy, turning dark days sunny Every night I drink just so I can fall asleep Alcohol in my tummy, pop bottles, get money [Verse 1:] Man, get up out of bed Today is your day Have a little morning s**, no foreplay Go downstairs and make breakfast your way Put a little Grey Goose in your OJ Okay I'm a fast stinker, but I'll never live in slow pace The world just rotates and rotates, my young soldiers I never get drunk, but trust me, I get hung over Big thumbs up Hip-hop for Jesus For dinner I'mma finish off a big box of Cheez-Its You know I'm cooking Love a little bit of kiss to your wife cause I know she's looking I'm in that El Camino with a [?] rim and the [?] cushions I'm chopping I'm knuckle-popping that hustle Copping that custom black [?] Get a bit of a cracked ego You know it's Mac Lethal That's me, bro No superpowers and no cape I'm still a rap hero Baby, it's hip-hop's original beer snob With rugged rap styles, I'mma nibble your ears off [Hook] [Verse 2:] I said I'm getting f**ked up in the mooooorning Cause I'm horny for music that ain't boooooring And all the music out now, I hate it So when I want some really good music, I gotta make it So I'm getting f**ked up in the mooooorning I'm wide awake, but, man, I'm so high, I'm snoring My martini's dirtier than trashy hoes and who*e clothes And your flow is cheesier than Axl Rose's cornrows You know I'm ripping, give it a listen Motherf**ker, my (boca's singing)[?] Dip in a doke In a minute with a gnome Mina-minimally broke when I roast these chickens These rappers hating on me, Casey down to Wichita I can see the b**ch in y'all I can see your tits and bra Get out my way, I'm 'bout to dropkick the Midwest And your existence is a conflict of interest I got a model with me, I ain't kissing on no dumb skank I'm rather sh*t up in the drunk tank and puff stank [Hook] [Verse 3:] I said I got that double IPA I'm drinking it, baby The bar is packed I'm gonna leave with a lady My car's in back We gonna jump in Slow chopped and screwed music pumping f**k rims I'd rather have machine guns on the front ends Black Clover beer club Lifetime homies Summer nights we get together, drinking light fine stogies Lord knows that I can't handle the press Y'all wanna know if cousin Bennett's real, man? The answer is yes sh*t! [Outro:] [Phone rings] [Bennett:] Hello? [Mac:] Hey, what up, Bennett? What are you doing? [Bennett:] What up, [?] Uh, at the gig and sh*t. I met this girl... [Mac:] Oh, you working? [Bennett:] Yeah... [Mac:] Alright, man, well, give me a call after work, dude [Bennett:] Aight, man [Mac:] Aight, luh, luh That was Irish Goodbye