The Bourbon Addict

MY BALLS YOUR CHIN!!!BBBBRRRRRROOOOOWWWWWWW!!!Well it’s a bad sceneI guess I never understandCause I’m just a manDoing the best I canI separate the truth from your bullshitDon’t try and give me them linesI ain’t hearing itTryin’ to say your my manBut when the backs are turnedyou have another planWho listens to this girlbut you don’t talk so loudCause you know this thoughts not allowed.I know your all the sameand your so fuckin’ lameand we’re not gonna play those games ho.Where do I beginYou know you just can’t win.Only when you have my balls on your chinMY BALLSYOUR CHINMY BALLSI wanna put em’ onYOUR CHIIIINNNN!! (Your Chiiinnn!!)MY BALLSYOUR CHINand you lick and you suck you suck onMY BALLSMY BALLSI wanna put em’ onYOUR CHIIIINNNN!! (Your Chiiinnnn!!)Well I don’t knowwether the lights still glowPack your bags and Just hit the roadCause you don’t face itCause we just don’t quitDon’t want no liesBecause you see your so full of shitI see your enviousbecause you can’t play with usand your bitchin’ those nutsShe’s a fuckin’ hoand we know how it goesyou come back and itonce or twice who knowsI know your all the sameand your all so Goddamn lameand we ain’t gonna play those games hoWhere do I beginYou know you just can’t win.Only when you have my balls on your chinMY BALLSYOUR CHINMY BALLSI wanna put em’ onYOUR CHIIIINNNN!! (Your Chiiinnnn!!)MY BALLSYOUR CHINand you lick and you suck you suck onMY BALLSMY BALLSI wanna put em’ onYOUR CHIIIINNNN!! (Your Chiiinnn!!)Well when we look backand wave goodbye to this townThou in a second you won’t see my man aroundI’m movin on and upbut some female fool is trying to hold us back (da du be bu bo bo)Snach on my jock think I’m all thatand there till my gig is past huhSonny is that you, and all that shit you dono one can ever lose (cause we’re the Snot Crew)I know your all the sameand your all so Goddamn lameand we ain’t gonna play those games hoWhere do I beginYou know you just can’t win.Only when you have my balls on your chinMY BALLSYOUR CHINMY BALLSI wanna put em’ onYOUR CHIIIINNNN!! (Your Chiiinnnn!!)MY BALLSYOUR CHINand you lick and you suck you suck onMY BALLSMY BALLSI wanna put em’ onYOUR CHIIIINNNN!! (Your Chiiinnn!!)LEAVE ME SOME THING FUCKED UPMY BALLSYOUR CHINMY BALLSYOUR CHINMY BALLSYOUR CHINand you lick and you suck you suck onMY BALLI wanna put them onYOUR CHIIIINNNN!!!! 

this song reminds me of a certain president of america in the 2000-2008 time period…….

War Pigs by Black Sabbath

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death’s construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh Lord yeah

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight
They leave that all to the poor

Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait ’till their judgment day comes

Now in darkness world stops turning
As the war machine keeps burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgment God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings
Oh Lord yeah

Take This Bottle, Faith No More, King for a Day album

I can wait to love in heaven
I can wait for you
Far away, I’ll treat you better
Better than down here
Cuz I done wrong
And I’m a little afraid
I ain’t to strong
And this ain’t easy to say:
Take this bottle
Take this bottle
And just walk away-the both of you
And let me feel the pain-I’ve done to you
I can hope we’ll be together
With a better roof over our heads
I can hope the stormy weather
It passes on-it passes on-
But I’ve hoped too long
Hoped for me to change
That hope is gone
So listen to what I say:
Take this bottle

if you could have warm, sunny beaches in alaska or ice bergs in texas what would you choose? imagine the what the world’s population  would do if it suddenly started getting colder?  they would strorm south!! Yikes? And idf it got warm everyone would just spread out and demand drinks with little umbrellas. Women would dress more scantily. Now how is that bad? I am sure the eternally cold beer would also be invented…..`KM well  then how about this song by Judas PriestVictim of Changes to help you think.

 Whiskey woman don’t you know that you are drivin’ me insane 

The liquor you give stems your will to live and gets right to my brainDon’t you know you’re driving me insaneYou’re tryin’ to find your way through lifeYou’re tryin’ to get some new directionAnother woman got her manShe won’t find no new connectionTakes another drink or two, things look better when she’s throughTakes another look around, you’re not goin’ anywhereYou’ve realised you’re gettin’ old and no one seems to careYou’re tryin’ to find your way againYou’re tryin’ to find some new…Another woman’s got her manBut she won’t find a new…Takes another drink or two, things look better when she’s throughYou ‘bin foolin’ with some hot guyI want to know why is it whyGet up get out you know you really blew itI’ve had enough, I’ve had enough, good God pluck meOnce she was wonderfulOnce she was fineOnce she was beautifulOnce she was mine…she was mineNow change has come over her body, she doesn’t see me anymoreNow change has come over her body, she doesn’t see me anymoreChanges, changes, changes, changesVictim of changes

it’s nineteen hundred and ninety nine and we’re still toastin to the end of time. so roll a joint pour some wine and cut us up a couple of lines. light it up and phone the chicks and get them here to suck our dicks. cuz we’re a bunch of ripper heads and we’ll party like this til we drop dead. welcome to our marijuanathon. my lips are glued to the bong. me and my bro’s are watchin cheech and chong. you hip hop hippies got nothin on us cuz we’re the band that grows the big fat buds. when cypress hill smokes a blunt that gives us money to go get fuckin drunk. everytime you light one up we get our cut and go get fuckin fucked. it’s a marijuanathon. this is all we do all day long is smokin joints and playin’ songs in this marijuanathon.

Kevin DuBrow, frontman of metal legends Quiet Riot, was found dead yesterday (November 25) in his Las Vegas home

wow. lead singer of quiet riot, gone. hopefully not an overdose!!!!

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