The cork popped up
spilled some red in my cup
just a little for the pain
a bit more for the luck.
I'm gunna need a few more of these
fuck it, I'll take four of these.
But before I start spitting,
please listen, don't ignore the steez.
Now call me rascal,
social disaster.
With a pocket full of smoke
I'm the greenery master.
Last year was nothing.
This year we're gunning.
Can't stop the ruckus
until I am coming.
But chicks don't fuck me,
touch me, I'm not very lucky,
the wine trick failed
now I feel like a country
music star.
*drops mic*