Jimmy Brian And Mike Letras

Yeah, woo, yeah
Fetch me a beer, man
The fuckin' Red Wings are playin'
Ayy, the fuckin' Red Wings are playin', man
Fuck, shut up, man, you're gonna fuckin' make me miss the game

It goes, one, two, three, four

Rush room, C4

Need more bleach, breathe more (Yo, I said)

Reach for ether, either or (Either one)

Markers, paint, inhale, faint

Yeah, heh, heh, smells great, heh (Whoa)

Acid, you don't got that? Just melt plastic

That's it, now let it smoke and smell that shit

I can't see shit, you're foggin' up the room

Gimme that shit, bitch, you're hoggin' the balloon (Hey)

I might just suck nitrous all night long

If I just die, Mike, just call my mom (9-1-1)

Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel

Put his foot through it and crawl in it like a tunnel

From the 3-1-3 to the 8-1-0

Hey, Brian, you ain't coverin' the rush hole

You're not doin' it right, pay attention

Who the fuck taught you to smoke, Bill Clinton?

C'mon, inhale, puff, pass, puff, pass, okay, that's enough, damn

Tom, that's my mom's lamp, goddamn, dude, fuckin' calm down (Sorry for that)

Look at you guys, you're makin' a mess, where's Jason?

"Dude, I'm in the basement with Jeff

He just dropped a bunch of weights on his chest

Help me get 'em off," wait, you're breakin' his neck (Alright)

You grab that end, dick, I'll grab this end

I told him not to lift when he sniffs, he don't listen



Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight

Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight

Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight

I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike

Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight

Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight

Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight

I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike



(Chicka)

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike (Chicka)

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike (Ch-)

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike (Chicka)

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike



I spilled beer on the carpet but the walls are drunk, you asshole

I ain't leanin' on 'em, I'm holdin' 'em up

Shit, tonight, man, I ain't holdin' 'em up

I'm openin' up shop to the cops and closin' it shut

Nineteen shots might seem like a lot, but it's not

I ain't even buzzin', man, I swear to God

Tom, stop, you're gonna scare the dog

He's gonna bark and Mr. Johnson's gonna come downstairs, and, ugh

"Hey, I want some peace and quiet here

Or I'ma send the goddamn police in riot gear"

Shut up, Mr. Johnson, don't even start

Go have another fuckin' heart attack, you old fart

I hate that guy, Brian, that's the hamper

What's the matter, you can't go to the damn bathroom?

"Sorry, I had to shit, dude, where's the tissue?"

I dunno, just use this XXL issue

Look at this house, who put this couch crooked?

Ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot, now look it

It looks like I just stepped in a mud puddle, you fuckin' dick (I'm sorry)

Shut up, butthole, you prolly did it on purpose, you fuckin' drunk bastard

Here, take your keys, go cruisin' up Gratiot

I hate you guys, you ain't my friends

Look what you just did to my mom's eight by tens

Now she's gonna blame me, I hope you're happy now

Party's over, everybody get your asses out

Out, I said out, put that beer down, out



Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight

Jimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonight

Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight

I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike

Get me drunk, let me go and get me high tonight

Jimmy, don't-Jimmy don't let me die tonight

Get me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonight

I just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike



(Chicka)

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike (Chicka)

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike (Ch-chicka)

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike