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