Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dialectrix] Wake in the morning, I'm yawning and stiff And stepping to my day with a morbid affliction Wanting that buzz, man it's all that I'm wishing Unfortunate victim, taunted by liquids Falling and slumping, appallingly grumpy till boiling a jug Then I pour it and drink it Call it addiction, call it obsession Until I got a drop, I got a poor man's attention Taurine, caffeine, ginkgo, guarana The drinks that are bringing the speed of my heart up Need of a fiend till my thinking is faster Or shitting my pants like the first fleets of Europeans seeing the Haka Teeth decay with the breath of a demon stinking like garbage Sugar erosion see be the reason it's reeking like armpits As the day dims and it leads into darkness Switch up gears and I reach for the lagers Going to the bottle-o for me be the target Sort of like an animal that feasts on a carcass Hunting down what I want ravenously As rapping on beats has needs as an artist Stuck with a curse when I fill up a cup Man as long as I'm drinking, I'm deep in the carnage [Verse 2: Tommy Illfigga] I'm a slave to the booze and the porn Nowadays I'm amazed that I'm using it more When abusing the whores in the magazine spreads When I'm adamantly at it and I'm battin' in bed And none of these babes gonna ask for devotion When their ass on a page in a bath full of lotion Suits me fine when the coochies mine When I line up and shoot from the booth behind The glass in the peepshow where I find that ass Never beat slow so my time'll last And I hate to have a wife where you never get the beaver You know a DVD is never going to leave ya Free in fact, no fees attached Thumbnails, the thumbnails and eases back I ain't social devoted to net Hoes that drop clothes and pose for the cheque Never pay for a date to day 'Cause my hand got a date with ann angel and Katie fey Oi lady, ay, ya better down loads Ya better download on my 80k Day to day I'm droppin' my draws Never get it done when mum is knockin' on doors Not gotta stop what I'm doin' when it's locked Don't need a lap dance when you got a laptop [Verse 3: Joe New] Let me start this off to the ones that knock what I drop With a big fuck off When they're functioning wrong and they're lunging a bong I put their foot in their mouth like they're munching a thong Want to bet what I gonna gets, in a bigger brown paper bag And it's wet with a longer neck What I want to get is atmosphere Like I'm on a jet saying your captain's here Tap that when I hit it to the limit I blow a pay cheque when I sit for a minute The village idiot, I'm in a rhythm when I hit them Then I go home yo and admitted that I did it If I didn't I'd be illegitimate, and a little bit messed up Got to give it up, never winning it, next up To the chapter of liquid, I set that trap to capture the victim Rap's an addiction, smoking a marbrough Blaze that up like a shot of Galliano We work the day to make or brake the arvo Wake up the next day, make the macchiato Get the blood pumping, legs running Head hunting for the next drink coming Lords of deception, call it obsession Cause and effect but it's all we invest in