VERSE 1:
It's like bottle smashin people crashin
Unnecessary [bad word] feuds it's fashion, 
Clean up that spilt drink or you aint crashin
My bed's out of bounds so strictly no lashin
Wheres my debit card nobody move
You aint getting out of this room until
I prove that you didnt take it
And I missed placed it
Now get out of my chair I wanna check face pic
All these feisty chicks I gotta face it
Even on a friday evening when I'm wasted
You see this life well you're never gonna taste it
I don't associate with waste kids
 [bad word] 
There's a gatherin where's it at my yard 
Who's reachin who's gettin messed up
There's a gatherin where's it at my yard 
Who's reachin who's gettin [bad word] up

VERSE 2:
Now who's in my yard I've lost count
There's ten downstairs
There's four on the couch
There's [bad word]  about
Someone better bounce
Before it's 'ding ding' and your lights are out 
Or you get left out like the ginge from girls aloud
Someone's vomiting gimme the sponge and towel
Allow it I ain't cleanin' up her sick
Why have another sip if you can't handle it
Lightweights I really can't stand them
Stay awake before I do something random
Permanent markers on their face I'll brand them
Now [bad word] to the midget's mansion 

BRIDGE:
Who's reachin who's getting what what

VERSE 3:
So that's me [bad word] as a skunk
Shouting like some off key punk
Someone got scared and went to
The shop and got my junk food
I wasn't trying to [bad word] I was in the gatheration spirit in it
My brethren's dippin' her fries in guinness in it
I gave her one look and I said been it in it
She said she would be back in a minute is [bad word] back next friday