Lyrics

I bust with the hardstyle Now feel the booze rush Drunken masta you know my people do drugs Two shots, four hits spat bitch naked Fans fists raisin, cats skits ravin' Mad spliff blazin', sick patient impatient Rib breakin' fist in your face bitch I'm wasted, I'm faded The rebel gettin' high and drunk Half shaven head, I was born to be a psycho punk Crashin' the party, where's the bacardi? Somebody come stop me, out on the scene Crashin' the party, where's the bacardi? Goin' so hard somebody come stop me Drunken and rough, never act fancy Psycho punks will turn it up Psycho punks will turn it up When you see the afro waves Somebody tell me where the party is Going hard on you like [?] It's me and the posse there Let me pop a pair, til I pop a lucky year That's my weed in the air, Dope D.O.D. here Crashin' the party, Somebody come stop me Crashin' the party Drunken and rough, never act fancy Psycho punks will turn it up Crashin' the party, where's the bacardi? Somebody come stop me, out on the scene Crashin' the party, where's the bacardi? Goin' so hard somebody come stop me Drunken and rough, never act fancy Psycho punks will turn it up I am an drunken masta A fuckin' psycho punk Dope D.O.D. OD All my people scream if you're gettin' high as fuck Turn it up! I am an drunken masta A fuckin' psycho punk Dope D.O.D. OD All my people scream if you're gettin' high as fuck Turn it up! I am an drunken masta A fuckin' psycho punk Dope D.O.D. OD All my people scream if you're gettin' high as fuck Turn it up!
Writer(s): Wietse Amersfoort, Sven Sieperda, Frank Boersma, Mark Van Dijk, Jannes Lelieveld, Peter Lelieveld Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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