[bad word]  Everlast x 2]

I can’t live like this no more 
They know my name at the liquor store 
I get high, give [bad word] to hoes 
I can’t live like this no more

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

Lost in the bottle, of course I’m the bottom of the barrel 
No apparel except for being a loser and an [bad word]  [bad word] in [bad word]  arrogant, they keep me happy 
The same thing that’s killing me is the same thing that traps me 
It transports me, sometimes it transforms me 
So I feel like I’m getting a [bad word] in a [bad word] scene 
Sometimes I feel like I’m a millionaire with no worries 
lazy [bad word] stuck on the couch in no hurry 
No ambition, no plans or future 
Got two [bad word] pregnant at the same time 
One is due in a month, the other in a week 
They don’t even know about each other 
And I don’t even love either of them 
And I’m a piece of [bad word]  a real piece of work 
womanizer, it’s a wonder that my [bad word] even works 
This sore throat won’t go away, I go to see the doctor 
Only to find out that I’m dying with the monster
 [bad word] x 2]

[Verse 2: Slaine]

Yeah, Bacardi bottles litter the floor, bicker with whores 
Liquor in drawers, the alcoholic sticking up stores 
Scratch tickets is all losers, owe 30 to the bookie 
He wanna murder me, I’m up inside a dirty [bad word] 
Warts burned off my [bad word] by a doctor, I’m sick 
I keep chasing dreams that I’m not gonna get 
I might as well spend my days in a bottle 
Night inside a cell doing coke and steroids got my body hot as [bad word] 
I’ll probably rot in [bad word]  yeyo that I gotta sell 
Is all sniffed, my future is dog [bad word] 
My best friend’s a dope fiend and he can’t get off it 
My music is in the trash, I can’t turn a profit 
I just drank every dollar that I murdered off it 
My brain keeps leaking like a turning faucet 
I’m sneezing for no reason with a burning nostril 
I started off being decent now I’m turning hostile
 [bad word] x 2]