It's 3 to 10 the pigs are here

Give me 10 seconds to slam my beers



No wounded soldiers kill them all



The pigs found me in a bathroom stall



They called me an addict, fucking alcoholic



Now I got bread and water, slamming



In a room with padded walls



I was very much alive when I stepped off of the southwest



Thinking about the brew that is cool, cause we keep it in fridge, yes



It's about six the fix, the fix running



I drop the beat kid you keep it bumping



Suzie's friends dropping hints, what am I supposed to do



All the rooms are taken and the bitch's got a curfew



Barely 18 and bro she's a freak



I think she needs a piece of this 420 Geek



All the rooms are taken, well there's always the backseat



Keep that caddy rocking, well there's always the backseat



Let's take this from the top cause on top's where I like to be



Let me introduce you to my headboard girly



On the queen size we're doing our thing



Crack! There goes the boxspring



Mama's knocking on the door "Who do you got in there?"



"It's that god damn lucky boy!" Mama just wants to share



I'd have given it to her mom, but daddy-o he had a shotgun



Oh shit, your mama's knocking, well there's always the backseat



Officer R. Cappelan treating me like a felon



Don't make me get crazy on you like Curtis Mellin



Unlawful consumption of alcohol by a minor



I bet put down more than you old timer



They know all about me ain't that a shame



What's my claim to fame, my name, my name



To the undercover cop the lowest form of life



They got a warrant, reason to fear



They got a warrant, drop your beer