Guess who's back, back in black.
Wait, don't tell me, I know this one.
That Jackass Cracker with the Half-a**ed rap
Oh, that half c***. A few months back
I caught his unfunny act, in fact I asked for my money back.
I heard he had a heart attack, trapped under an avalanche
Strapped into an ambulance and crashed into a cadillac.
I head he cracked his back and had a cast and that was that.
But Zack says he's back, so where's he at.
I'm in the Back of the dive bar
My stars brightening like lightning
and tight like Mylar
On fire like the pilot light slow
and if I drove batman would b** a ride in my car
And tonight, I'm feeling inspired.
I arrive kinda fried, now I'm wild and wired
I'm admired by lyres, sires, fryers and buyers
who won't retire, expire.
oh my now I'm tired
Everybody is working for the weekend and,
when it comes hit the pub suds drink a man.
Keep drinking till you see the ceiling spinning and
no blinking, no thinking, no sinking feeling and
that's where you'll find me, sitting alone; on my own.
playing tetris on my cellular phone
Downloading tones, and dropping corones
Dropping bones in the box, so I can rock the Ramones
Alright, it's friday night and I might
find a nice little sight, where I can write
by the light of a miller light sign, and I'm so alive
I like the (Night life)
that's right (Prize Fight)
it's on tonight
And I'm hunting for a little hole, in which I might dive.
And with that we reach the end of the first verse.
should have heard the verse I wrote first, it was much worse.
It was all about a nurse, full of curse words
would have been funny had laughing gas been dispersed
What ever happened to that kid that sat in the back
writing raps on napkins
well he's backing next to the
while you're trying to find s** high on ecstasy
And he still scribbles rhymes. Co-prescribed in his mind
Describing the times, when he was feeling fine killing time.
With a pint or nine, sometimes wine
But you'll never see him drop a dime on a drink with a lime
You might find him boring, got no time for him
Ignore him, hit the dance flooring
If he isnt playing pool, then he's taking your stool
At the bar so he Isn't quite as far from the pouring
And he's never making much of a scene
but he';s a pinball wizard on the touch machine
Wait, don't tell me, I know this one.
That Jackass Cracker with the Half-a**ed rap
Oh, that half c***. A few months back
I caught his unfunny act, in fact I asked for my money back.
I heard he had a heart attack, trapped under an avalanche
Strapped into an ambulance and crashed into a cadillac.
I head he cracked his back and had a cast and that was that.
But Zack says he's back, so where's he at.
I'm in the Back of the dive bar
My stars brightening like lightning
and tight like Mylar
On fire like the pilot light slow
and if I drove batman would b** a ride in my car
And tonight, I'm feeling inspired.
I arrive kinda fried, now I'm wild and wired
I'm admired by lyres, sires, fryers and buyers
who won't retire, expire.
oh my now I'm tired
Everybody is working for the weekend and,
when it comes hit the pub suds drink a man.
Keep drinking till you see the ceiling spinning and
no blinking, no thinking, no sinking feeling and
that's where you'll find me, sitting alone; on my own.
playing tetris on my cellular phone
Downloading tones, and dropping corones
Dropping bones in the box, so I can rock the Ramones
Alright, it's friday night and I might
find a nice little sight, where I can write
by the light of a miller light sign, and I'm so alive
I like the (Night life)
that's right (Prize Fight)
it's on tonight
And I'm hunting for a little hole, in which I might dive.
And with that we reach the end of the first verse.
should have heard the verse I wrote first, it was much worse.
It was all about a nurse, full of curse words
would have been funny had laughing gas been dispersed
What ever happened to that kid that sat in the back
writing raps on napkins
well he's backing next to the
while you're trying to find s** high on ecstasy
And he still scribbles rhymes. Co-prescribed in his mind
Describing the times, when he was feeling fine killing time.
With a pint or nine, sometimes wine
But you'll never see him drop a dime on a drink with a lime
You might find him boring, got no time for him
Ignore him, hit the dance flooring
If he isnt playing pool, then he's taking your stool
At the bar so he Isn't quite as far from the pouring
And he's never making much of a scene
but he';s a pinball wizard on the touch machine