Got Me a Bottle!
Rufus the Verbose
Got me a bottle of liquid death today, yeah!
Stands five inches tall, 250 pounds oh yeah!
Gives me the willies, bumps my head sore, uh huh!
Drink it! Drink! Drink it up, baby, yeah!
Dog's at my knees again
Drink it up!
Beggin' for crumbs of gore and eyes of lead
Drink it up!
Barks right down, logs and bones in the yard
Drink it up!
Suffer it dry to yelp scream my pain
Drink it, yeah!
All the people want it
All the people really don't know what they need
Soft and low in six-foot trench adores
Market to me, O Market to me yeah!
Drink it! Lisp to spill a drop, dribble dribble me.
Lap it up and hound to whore thing through.
Scent brought courtesy of Kalvin, hey!
And labeled by Kings of Pop Culture, yeah!
So suck on it, just suck it down, hey!
Slake the thirst with bottle-poison ways, oh!
Slash the tires and rubine skidmarks on arms of gold, ooh!
Quench my thirst, drink it, oh drink it baby YEAH!
Drink it up!
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