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