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Brew Ha Ha! Lyrics - Volumizer - 2 Skinnee Js

TGIF 'cause the stress ends soon 

Got your friends on your couch, your disc rocking tunes 

As you stand with your band in a room that is strewn 

With Zeus juice, Froot Loops, and old Yoo Hoos 

 

Rounds of high fives and cries of 'Yeah dude' 

Smokin' cigarettes and sippin' witches brew 

It's kid tested, mom approved 

To make your Jimmy swagger like the duke 

 

Dressed in your best threads for club lagoon 

They got teeny bikinis with the real pontoons 

You're out the door and down the avenue 

The shit's getting ill like repute 

 

Enter the strobe light, exit harvest moon 

Greet throngs of paragons with your old platoon 

They bet you to step to the one that's cute 

As she stands with her man, hope he's chicken like Perdue 

 

If belligerence were affluence you'd be tycoon 

Go to overthrow the prince and start a coo 

But he's grown nuts like cashew, he must be introduced 

To your best friend, your best man and new right shoe 

 

Brutes execute like John Wilkes Boothe 

Controlled my choke holds, four blows cause broken tooth 

Fists bring the pain, rain like monsoon 

Split the scene before you get the boot 

 

You're the kind of guy who thinks that life is simply passin' ya 

The last gas is graspin' ya, heard the last laugh gets laughed at ya 

Is it comin' true, what your friend said in the last seats in back of ya 

No they're wrong, like the way George Bush spoke Sadaam at ya 

 

Assess the damages and cast all those tags the bullies ran at ya 

You're just disenchanted with Nasdaq like the cat back in Atlanta was 

You steal of the wheel, the deal with the deck they handed ya 

With your outcast you're out last as old fears have handed ya 

 

And so we have ya, on your way of having your first crack at Pamela 

She'll become the better half of ya 

Just hope the rest does not pass without somebody slappin' ya 

 

Now your cruise acting rude, stupid talk being spewed 

Going off half kinds with twice the attitude 

It pulls lactic sick wanna kick like kung-fu 

Watched too much Bruce Lee, Jet Li, and John Woo 

 

Limbo, how low will you stoop 

The sickness of fitfulness spreads like the flu 

Run with the wolf pack, attack the chicken coop 

Flexing on the next kid, who you run into? 

 

Laughing while you turn his ass black and blue 

Pounce and bounce him into ICU, 

Hop a train or a taxi, head home like pigeons do 

Smile as you greet the morning dew 

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