(Skit)

B'ys you knows that I commits the homicides And if you wants to fuck with me you're gonna need formaldehyde Or cyanide Drink it down to save yourself the embarassment Of getting so destroyed that nobody will be comparing it Drink that shit down if you're in Glovertown Because you knows this is me crowd And we'll find out if you're around Then we'll tie you down in the box of me truck Thoughts is racing through your head like "Oh shit, I'm fucked" Then we'll go at it punk, and I'ma fuck you up And explode your nuts and dick into a bloody stump Then I'll grab a hold of a gas pump And make you drink that shit down straight into your gut Yace Yes b'y you knows that we don't care about your life I'll take it with a quiet, silent slice of me knife You're nothing if you don't adhere to this kinda life I'm a violent bayman, arms like a caveman And I'm good at giving fools a fright In the night time That's when I likes to go to the Pub With all the b'ys to grab ourselves a little bit of grub Gets on the go and has a couple of drugs That's the life in G-Town, we be's living it up Then it's back at it again, out hunting for heads Busting caps in the asses of fools wanting us dead But they don't have a clue who they're fucking with I'm a shoot you down and suck on your girlfriend's tits Smack her around with me white dick It's fucking big and you knows that she wants some of it So while your blood is still wet and fresh on the ground I'ma go into your bedroom And take your bitch straight down to pound town She's screaming and moaning While I'm fucking and zoning Catholic schoolgirl uniform You could say that she's student loaning That's what you gets for trying to take me on You're dead on the ground and now you knows you was in the wrong And after that I goes back out on the road The b'ys is waiting in my truck to go looking for the motherlode So we busts into the Town Hall looking for what we wants there And we steals the town budget from Mayor Saunders We uses the money to buy ourselves a bunch of dope And a bunch of booze, that's what we needs you know To go with the flow back up Willow Ridge Road And have a sat with the b'ys in fadder's shed back home Passing around a joint over piles of green Stolen from the Town Hall's treasury Bloodstains on me hoodie from the fuckers we killed Another night in G-Town living just for the thrill Master A.P. and Molester A.P. Bayview Burnout and good ol' I.P. T-Towner You knows they're not a bunch of frowners Yace

Yes b'y we're going to a place to get drunk All the b'ys in this crib, man, we're getting crunk This is gonna be that time of the month When we all gets fucked up and our skin starts dripping blood From getting too rowdy in Kim's kitchen That's where the blood's dripping, from Jake's head But don't cause a conniption Yes b'y listen I can see the beers starting to glisten God damn this place is packed to the limit And I'm down to get wasted, no I ain't ashamed to admit it With Aaron, Evan, Jaimee, Stacy and Adam up in it And Alecia Pitts, b'y, this party's wicked The girls is up dancing on the countertop Meanwhile James and Ian Man, they're fucking going off on each other And I gotta say it ain't a wonder Why there never ever was another Party at Caroline's house tonight Shit's going down when there's beers around Will we survive to see the morning light? Party at Caroline's house tonight Shit's going down when there's beers around I'll be hungover in the morning light Party at Caroline's house tonight Shit's going down when there's beers around Will we survive to see the morning light? Party at Caroline's house tonight Shit's going down when there's beers around I'll be hungover in the morning light Yace, all the b'ys in here and we got plenty of beer Check out that missus, b'y, she's friggin gear Got nothing to fear when we're getting loaded Yace I'm drunk, but fuck it, I own it Whenever Caroline throws a party like this one You knows all other parties are gonna be a shit one Because her mudder and fadder ain't around So on the South Shore of town That's where we'll be getting down There's even friggin people from Gander out here That's weird b'y, ya knows they're all friggin queers But the company you keeps in your personal life Don't matter when you're all loaded with me tonight Stacy's trying to flash us her tits In exchange for some weed, I concede that I'd like to see Good God this party's the right place to be So light up that draw and lets get maggotty at Party at Caroline's house tonight Shit's going down when there's beers around Will we survive to see the morning light? Party at Caroline's house tonight Shit's going down when there's beers around I'll be hungover in the morning light Party at Caroline's house tonight Shit's going down when there's beers around Will we survive to see the morning light? Party at Caroline's house tonight Shit's going down when there's beers around I'll be hungover in the morning light

It was a Friday night and me paper was tight But I needed booze for a party to get drunk at tonight This fine ass missus was chattin' me up Said that she was gonna be there and wanted to get fucked up So I went down to South Shore to the Liquor Store for rum But when I tried to pay me debit card had insufficient funds And me credit card is it at its limit, bank account got nothin' in it So I'm finished Hope she don't mind that me cash is diminished Missus, you knows I'm flat broke But you knows I'm a skeet So I'll sell some weed And prove to you that I ain't a joke Missus, you knows I'm flat broke But you know I'm a skeet So I'll sell some weed And prove to you that I ain't a joke Back in me crib I grabbed the last stash of weed So I could do a misdeed and sell the kush to get green I got to the party at half past nine just to find Me missus wasted on wine but god damn she was looking fine I tried to shill the dope that I had to the b'ys But they didn't need weed because they was already high So I decided to confess to this missus of me dreams I'm pretty fuckin' sober but would you take a chance on me? Missus, you knows I'm flat broke But you knows I'm a skeet So I'll sell some weed And prove to you that I ain't a joke Missus, you knows I'm flat broke But you knows I'm a skeet So I'll sell some weed And prove to you that I ain't a joke You can take me wallet, there ain't nothin' on it Even if you don't want it, well you can have it anyways I ain't got cash at the moment, but I got hash, yeah, you know it So we could just get stoned and take me fadder's boat out the bay Me bank account is empty but I'll still give you all access Me PIN is yours but there ain't much point I must confess Me credit card's maxed and I'm in debt, got no regrets But girl you must admit my financial instability is makin' you wet Missus, you knows I'm flat broke But you knows I'm a skeet So I'll sell some weed And prove to you that I ain't a joke Missus, you knows I'm flat broke But you knows I'm a skeet So I'll sell some weed And prove to you that I ain't a joke

Yace, I'm talkin' 'bout the good ol' days Growin' up in G-Town in the millennial age We had a crew that always loved to get blazed Workin' at Splash 'N Putt for minimum wage Dealin' with the teachers at Glovertown Academy Skippin' off I spose that's why they're always lambasting me Shit like that that we all went through Just like the time we all claimed that we had the Swine Flu First up we got Aaron Powell, Master A.P. Always writin' sick raps and gettin' maggotty Ain't no other Newfie who can match his flow He ain't an average joe, he's the king of Station Road Next up we got Molester A.P. That's Adam Parrott, always killin' the beats Even though he's layin' pipe into the little tykes He's got a reputation that I keeps away from the spotlight Then we got Ian Poole, I.P. T-Towner Buildin' boats and makin' bank off of sellin' dope and downers Rulin' over Traytown with aluminum fists Master of the Bravo, goin' faster, next on the list Is Bayview Burnout, he's gettin' the word out That Lucas Collins is the one who's pullin' the turds out Of the Glovertown rap scene, killin' weak MCs With the muscles of some kind of weightliftin' fiend Up next is Tyler Pritchett, we calls him T-Pain Part one of the Bank Road duo and he got game Electrifyin' with the moves he calls the Dancey Dance When he comes on the scene all the ladies drop their pants Part two of the Bank Road duo, Jick Jackson Master of the beat, he's a percussion assassin A natural prodigy at playin' that fast shit Jake Sweetapple doin' death metal blastin' We ain't done yet b'ys Comin' up next is Evan Perry, the Medic Man Used to be a Digg fan but now he's more a Reddit man Layin' down Geddy Lee grooves with the bass guitar An instrumental gentlemen on the rhythm thus far And I'd be remiss if I forgot J-Hieress The only cool person from Gander, Jaimee Harris Treatin' weak MCs up at the hospital After dealin' with us and their health bars is whittled Keepin' it up we come to MC C-Lien The hostess with the mostest and I wouldn't be lyin' If I said that Caroline Powell throws the best parties Better than Alecia Pitts, Danielle Wicks or Stacy Pardy Movin' on over to Wakka Flakka Frost Leah Frost is the boss of the verbal salad toss You'll be lost if you step to her in a fight And you'll find pretty quick it'll cost you your life And then it's her cousin known as Lil Jim James Keats livin' life only for the win Shreddin' the licks on guitar with or without picks Playin' so fast he breaks strings like matchsticks

Comin' through as a tribute to the Ol' Dirty Bastard I drank sixteen beers last night and I got plastered Threw up this morning with a hangover disaster Even so, I'm still a master of collectin' and stackin' green Packin' the weed into me pipe to get stoned as fuck tonight Comin' at'cha to whack Newfies, I brings the fight I can sense your fear like a Second Sight Keep the pussy tight I only fucks virgins like Telly from Kids Sacrifice you at the altar while you're covered in me jizz I'm a whiz kid when it comes time to fuck All the chicks in this town, they be hittin' me up And grabbin' my nuts and havin' a suck No one else has this kind of Lady Luck, it's a harem And all the ladies here are okay with me sharin' 'em How many can I pleasure at once? Are you darin'? Up at the Old Mill sellin' b'ys the cold pills When it comes to drug deals I'm the master of the shill On Buck's Hill I'm sellin' the pills At Twin Hills I'm sellin' the pills I'm even sellin' pills up Skiffington's Hill And you're fucked if you thinks I'll be leavin' a will When I dies bury me with my dollar, dollar bills I'm keepin' me money with me when I goes to Hell I'm out on the quad every day Lookin' for a new way the money gets made From Saunder's Cove down to Aspen Valley Lane You knows that I'm the king of Alexander Bay And Glovertown is me number one place Where all the b'ys recognize that me face Is iconic when it comes to the local rap game, yace I heard that they got the dirt on me at the Cop Shop So I head down there to find about the top slop Keepin' me gat locked in case I need to fire me glock off And take out a pig or two 'til they decides to knock it off But the files that I needs they've got them locked off I'm so pissed but I ain't gonna walk it off Good thing I took a 26'er of Smirnoff Grabs a lighter and rag and takes the top off Spreads a little bit of vodka on the desk of the receptionist Feelin' like the Ol' Specialist Then I stuffs the rag down into the bottle Hammers the cap shut and you knows I don't dawdle Throws that flammable shit upon the walls And laughs like a Madvillain as the police station goes up in flames Now the cops ain't got nothin' on my name Arson is the name of the game, yace Yace, yace, yace So who the fuck do I have to blame? For narcin' on me to the government slaves? Shame on a Newfie who tried to run game on a Newfie And besmirch me name out in the boonies 'Cause here in the boons you don't know who to trust Ol' jealous Newfies be's actin' out of lust For they feel it's a must "Kill G-Man or bust" But when they step to me y'all Newfies bites the dust 'Cause I'm the king of this small scale community And I knows that the b'ys would fuckin' move the moon for me Among my Newfoundland clan I've got immunity Expandin' our territory, yace, I am soon to be Bigger than a king With all the songs I sing I'll be Emperor of all the East Coast With the rap styles that I brings Yace

Another day I'm wakin' up to the same mess Slingin' dope so I can cope with the lack of hope, I'm depressed And I'm stressed out, gotta find a way to get the stress out Got no beers in the fridge, b'y, I'm fresh out Nothin's goin' right for me 'cause I'm stuck in this cursed place This town's too big for me, gotta put on my bay face Get back to Glovertown, get away from the Town's rat race Find me a bay girl, say "Hey girl, let me insert it", yace I had a missus back there once We was gettin' loaded, always rollin' blunts I met her at the Old Mill while b'ys was havin' a fire They warned me you was a liar but we just kept gettin' Higher and higher So I took you for a razz on me 'doo to the boons Away from the goons and loons Under the moon it was just me and you We kissed and we said it would be forever, now or never But I gotta change me life around for the better But that's what I never did Gotta find another job Gotta find another life Can't believe I ever thought about makin' that bitch me wife Drink my life away Drink to me life today All these words and more to say As I drinks me life away Ain't a single beer in sight, Jesus, what a fright How the fuck am I supposed to get loaded tonight? Checks me bank account for the amount of cash I got I'm in doubt, if it's paper I'm without then I gotta stop Gotta grow more chronic faster than Sonic to sell to the skeets What do you mean they're just like me? G-Man? You're kiddin' me B'ys if you buys this lit shit I'll quit this shit today Because if I can't afford beer how do I drink my life away? Gotta find another job Gotta find another life Can't believe I thought about makin' that bitch my wife Drink my life away Drink to me life today All these words and more to say As I drinks me life away

Yes b'y, you knows what's coming up You knows where we're gonna be running up At the end of May when we gets drunk enough To celebrate our graduation at the end of the month Grad Tear is right around the corner As the winter melts and the weather gets warmer I feel like I may have gained a disorder Lost me style as a party performer So it's time for me to train, to strain my brain To feign insane, no it's not in vane You knows what they says, no pain, no gain So I binge every night on booze, Mary Jane and cocaine Making sure me ability to drink is arcane When it comes to beer I was on top of the food chain Lost me place in the interim of the refrain So now I've got to claim it back so I can maintain The Grad Tear, Grad Tear Where all the b'ys expects me to be fully aware That I'm the guy who's got the kinda hardware To drink myself into infinity without a care Grad Tear, Grad Tear Where they're gonna raise all their bottles in the air And they all knows that they better beware Nobody can outdrink me, nobody can compare B'ys I'm super stoked for that night Been drunk for the past seven days straight, that's right I've been training to make sure me liver's tight Ready to receive alcohol with no respite And when I arrives on the scene again Prepare yourselves to deal with a friggin legend Twelfth graders, eighteen years old I've been drinking booze since before you left your mudder's hole I'm coming at'cha, trained like a samurai Moving like a ninja out of the corner of your eye Drinking booze faster than any other guys With that Wu-Tang Newf slang, drinking you under My table, now I have become a fable How many empties have the Newfoundland label? I think at some point me liver got disabled Cause I drinks more than any other human should be able Where'd you go? Up you throw? Only six beers before chunks you blow? That's a low show you so-so mofo I'm an alcohol artist, call me Van Gogh I'm a daimyo with the liquor flow Murdering the beers like a carrion crow When it comes to booze I'm better than the status quo Slaying my drinks like opponents in Tae Kwon Do I'm an assassin of emptying flasks and I'm collecting bottles for the credit so I cash in At the Green Depot I banks off the repo Got so many empties cause my throat is so lethal Villain on the microphone, murderous tonight And the state of being drunk is my birthright So then do I get State's Rights? To drink when I wants and get high as a kite My blood is antsy, this party is a fantasy I'm killing me beers like terrorists to Tom Clancy What a time to be alive in Glovertown Up in the woods there's one Hell of a crowd To get wasted so we don't have to face that These types of traditions ain't gonna be replaced by The youngsters around who don't seem to care About celebrating what we all refers to as a Grad Tear

Yace, fuck the mainland Comin’ straight outta Newfoundland Island motherfucker got it bad ‘cause I’m a Newfie man But I’m fuckin’ shit up every chance that I can Drinkin’ booze, crankin’ tunes from B.C. to Saskatchewan Everywhere I goes I hears ‘em talkin’ shit about me Sayin’ I’m speakin’ funny, feller must be a goofy Newfie I says “Hey farmer boy, what the fuck did you just call me?” You shut the fuck up or I’ll slice open your arteries It’s part of me This way that I’m spittin’ I got English, French and Irish in the rhymes that I’ve written ‘Cause yes, I’m proud of me heritage I can speak like you do but I do so like me parents did But I don’t give a fuck where you’re from, buddy If you thinks that people from Newfoundland talks funny 'Cause I got this accent and I’m proud But using the N word is something that you’re not allowed to do I’m an NWA, a Newfie with attitude Don’t appease me with your empty platitudes ‘Cause it’s only us that can call ourselves that The N Word is ours and we’re takin’ it back I'm an NWA, a Newfie with attitude Don’t appease me with your empty platitudes ‘Cause it’s only us that can call ourselves that The N word is ours and we’re takin’ it back Buddy from Alberta thinks that he’s a fuckin’ cowboy But I’ma take you by the neck and make you suck it down boy You’re thinkin’ that I’m stun But you fucked with the wrong one I got seven different degrees that I acquired at MUN The fact of the matter is we talks right fast And that just means that I can outspeak your ass So the next time you thinks that you can call me a Newfie I’m gonna mesmerize you and hypnotize you with roofies And when you wakes up I got you tied up in me basement You knows what you’re in for, I don’t have to explain it I got all the b’ys here to show you the business The Glovertown Crew, we ain’t nothin’ to fuck with Bayview Burnout got the muscles for a tussle I.P. T-Towner’s gonna cause a fuss, while Molester A.P.’s gonna whip out his dick And Master A.P.’s gonna have a fit We’re NWA, Newfies with attitude Don’t appease us with your empty platitudes ‘Cause it’s only us that can call ourselves that The N word is ours and we’re takin’ it back We’re NWA, Newfies with attitude Don’t appease us with your empty platitudes ‘Cause it’s only us that can call ourselves that The N word is ours and we’re takin’ it back Yeah, the b’ys from G-Town, we don’t fuck around Proud Newfoundlanders ready to break it down Don’t call me a Newfie if you ain’t from here Or I’ll bust a cap in your ass while chuggin’ back a beer ‘Cause you knows that we loves getting’ loaded And I got the hangover to show it, you knows it 'Cause we gets more drunk and fucked up than any o’ y’all And I’ma cut you up and I’ma watch you fall We gonna start a revolution Mainlanders gonna submit to verbal execution And if you wanna know about my Final Solution It’s an end to the discrimination that you’re spewin’ ‘Cause I’m the kinda Newfie that’s built to last And if you thinks that I’m a moron then I’ll kick your ass I’m hard up, ain’t got any words of peace for you But if you wants a smackdown then I’ma pull up a seat for you I'm an NWA, a Newfie with attitude Don’t appease me with your empty platitudes ‘Cause it’s only us that can call ourselves that The N word is ours and we’re takin’ it back I'm an NWA, a Newfie with attitude Don’t appease me with your empty platitudes ‘Cause it’s only us that can call ourselves that The N word is ours and we’re takin’ it back

Ay You wants to know what this song's about I'ma warn you that I might be takin' the wrong route But fuck it, I'm 'bout to let it all out Buttfuckin' is part of what I'm gonna shout Yace, you knows I'm a slut, and all I wants to do is fuck Havin' ten hoes per night in the box of me truck I got insatiable lust for the big butts And I loves skimpy outfits and clothin' that's low cut Whippin' out me dick so that she can suck it And when I blows my load I cum buckets But "Fuck this" You says you don't wanna know where I've stuck this? Well tough shit, here comes the G-Man's ruckus Most of me hoes comes from G-Town or Gambo They're livin' it up in the outport bandos That's where I goes when I wants to get low Don't even care if me bitch is on the flow I'm a slut, yace, I admit it I lives for the pussy and I'm always going up in it I ain't ashamed of me sexual proclivities I'm used to it and that's how I've learned to live with me No matter where I am, I'm stayin' horizontal Don't matter if she's a skeet or a supermodel I'll still get her to give me nuts a fondle And I'll fire a cumshot straight into her tonsils Well, you might think that I'm being misogynistic But you should know that all my hoes, man, they're down with it I'm not sadistic, nor am I chauvanistic All that I can say is that I'm livin' my life hedonistic I make sure that it's always consensual Before I goes and does anything sexual But once I gets the go ahead to make you all wet You will be drenched and ready to receive head 'Cause I'm a master of the art of oral pleasure I'm tonguin' you like a shovel diggin' for buried treasure How many licks does it take to get to the center of your g-spot? To prepare it before I enters I'm a slut, yace, I admit it I lives for the pussy and I'm always going up in it I ain't ashamed of me sexual proclivities I'm used to it and that's how I've learned to live with me First I takes Betsy doggy style Then I sees Geraldine over there givin' me a smile So I takes her over me lap and I goes SMACK SMACK Slappin' her ass From Rhonda I receives a blowjob And she slobs on my knob like it's corn on the cob Next I'm fuckin' Janice missionary Her legs in the air just like I'm fuckin' the Virgin Mary Up next is Rose waitin' for my garden hose And it don't take me too long to rip off all of her clothes Then I bumps elbows with the two lesbos Mirriam and Molly is makin' out over in the shadows Well some feller named Kent is present as well And well I must say that he's also lookin' kinda swell So I hauls down his pants and I whips out his dick And starts suckin' on it like I'm suckin' on some bitch's tit I'm a slut, yace, I admit it I lives for the pussy and I'm always going up in it I ain't ashamed of me sexual proclivities I'm used to it and that's how I've learned to live with me

The G is coming through The outcome is credible Heading down to Culls Harbor to sell some edibles That's a place where you knows you're gonna find A vast selection of b'ys hidin' in the pines Waiting to get high And no they isn't shy Coming out the woodwork as I drives by Ready to browse my collection of hempware But I'll tell you why I regrets that I went there Culls Harbor is a shifty place Across the bridge you must drive post haste Cause its only a one way ride And you never knows who's waiting for you on the other side As I drove in my Mazda 3 Across the bridge in search of more money To be made from playing the dope game And selling cocaine Like Max Payne I delivers the killers of pain But it ain't that easy to make it When fiends be hiding and waiting to take it Cause they're desperate and they're craving to taste it Cause I got the best shit, outta 10 how would you rate it? I never goes to Culls Harbor without me gat Loaded and locked for potential fiend attacks Rollin' slow through the outport community Keeping my vision focused on the spruce trees And in the treeline there's a fine line That if the fiends cross then they're sure to die Beause this dope is mine And you can be sure my .45 is primed And I haven't got any time for your kind Culls Harbor is a shifty place Across the bridge you must drive post haste Cause its only a one way ride And you never knows who's waiting for you on the other side I makes it to the end of the road by the graveyard And I can see the fellers there with shotguns there to safeguard The cash that they got stashed in the bando I hope they're not planning on pulling a Lando Calrissian I swear sometimes this is Detroit, Michigan Abandoned shit full of random dicks Ready to take care of some contracted hits But as I pull up and park by the side of the ditch Something ain't right, what a bitch So I gets out and approaches the three of them Telling them that I'm here to sell the weed to them I got some crazy ass edibles to feed to them But the look in their eyes says they wants me to bleed for them I put the weed down on the ground in front of them But there's no way that I'm gonna roll the blunts for them I reached out to take the cash from out in under them But they cut me off and so I cocked my gun for them BLAOW BLAOW how do you like me now? G-Man on the gat attack I'lou Like John Wick I'm performing the gun tricks Three dead Newfies fucked up and kicked the bucket Culls Harbor is a shifty place Across the bridge you must drive post haste Cause its only a one way ride And you never knows who's waiting for you on the other side Waiting for you on the other side Culls Harbor, it's a shifty place Culls Harbor, it's a shifty place, oh yace Culls Harbor, it's a fucking shifty place

Yes b'y, I lost me fuckin' license Pulled over on the corner when I saw the lights and The RCMP took away me fuckin' car For drivin' home drunk last night from the bar Now it's the winter and I ain't got a ride But there ain't a thing to do, I ain't stayin' inside So I puts on me coat to warm up me ass And I texts the b'ys and says we're goin' for a foot razz So I hits up Evan and Jake And Aaron and Tyler to come out the house for fuck's sake I'm sick of this place, I needs fresh air on me face I needs to feel the frosty air's embrace So I heads on down Willow Ridge And the air outside's as cold as the beers in me fridge And I walks down the Main Road to meet the b'ys To the Irving I goes with the snow in me eyes B'ys we're goin' for a foot razz And if you bitches or moans I'm gonna kick your ass From the Shipyard to the Mill We razzes for the thrill Ain't a damn thing to razz up Skiffington's Hill B'ys we're goin' for a foot razz And if you bitches or moans I'm gonna kick your ass From the Shipyard to the Mill We razzes for the thrill Ain't a damn thing to razz up Skiffington's Hill So I'm up at the Irving and I'm waitin' for the b'ys To pass the time I lights a joint to get high Out of the corner of me eye I sees Jake and Tyler And we has a few draws to get higher and higher Then Evan shows up from his fadder's house at Tickleview And Jaimee is with him along with James, that's Lil Jim We goes into the Irving and purchases booze And a little bitta gas for the late night ski-doo The b'ys on the corner be's slingin' the dope So we buys a big ol' stash for the razz you know Then we heads on up to Station Road To meet Master A.P. so we can get on the go There he fuckin' is, the man himself Platinum records lining off his shelf And now we got the whole crew Anyone who crosses us is doomed B'ys we're goin' for a foot razz And if you bitches or moans I'm gonna kick your ass From the Shipyard to the Mill We razzes for the thrill Ain't a damn thing to razz up Skiffington's Hill B'ys we're goin' for a foot razz And if you bitches or moans I'm gonna kick your ass From the Shipyard to the Mill We razzes for the thrill Ain't a damn thing to razz up Skiffington's Hill Gonna go for a razz down the Mill Then we'll come back for a drink on Buck's Hill Down a couple of pills out in Jim Keats' shed If you don't razz with us then you're better off dead Then I notices that the b'ys from Bank Road Are gettin' right tipsy and they're 'bout to blow So they vomits and then we carries them back home But now we're two down, still five to go We heads on up to Ken Diamond Park Stumblin' around the Steady after dark Next thing you know Jim's nowhere to be seen Stumbled out in the bog and got lost in the trees And now we're down to four We're still going strong Sits down and has a dart on Caroline's lawn But Evan's sayin' that he thinks he's gone So Jaimee takes him by the hand and they fuckin' goes on home B'ys we ain't done yet B'ys we're goin' for a foot razz And if you bitches or moans I'm gonna kick your ass From the Shipyard to the Mill We razzes for the thrill Ain't a damn thing to razz up Skiffington's Hill So now it's just me and Master A.P. We razzed all over town and now we're beat Then I looks to me right and I'm greeted by the sight Of Master A.P. passed out here tonight The foot razz is done, the b'ys is all drunk Passed out and gone back home to their bunks So I walks back on up Willow Ridge Road To go the fuck to bed I'm fuckin' gone home Go on home b'y, go on home Go on home b'y, go on home Go on home b'y, go on home Go on home b'ys, go on home

Yes b'y I loves getting loaded Gettin' drunk and fucked up, man, you knows it Ain't a damn thing for me to down a 24 I tell y'all that I'm liquor's biggest whore Bacardi, India, Blackhorse and Blue Star Iceberg and Lamb's, the whole nine yards Passing out and staring up at the stars Knowing what's become of my life thus far I loves it, yace Putting the booze in me face Getting drunk until I'm spaced out That's what we does in this town that I'm based out I loves it, yace Putting the booze in me face Getting drunk until I'm spaced out That's what we does in this down that I'm based out B'ys you gotta let me know Tonight is there either party on the go? A place I can show with ten kegs in tow Even if I'm ossified I'm never gonna lose me flow Cause I'm a master cutting rhymes like a knife Got the candor and inflection of that other guy from Half-Life Wake up G-Man and smell the ashes Off the tip of my cigarette that I douts on hoes' asses Alcohol, marijuana and sex That's all that matters to a Newfie who's mad vexed About the life that he's living in context Of a welfare check, wondering when it's coming next But I'm a player, it's true I don't care about you I does what I gots to do to avoid the boys in blue So I'll cap a fool And I'll crack open another beer or two I loves it, yace Putting the booze in me face Getting drunk until I'm spaced out That's what we does in this town that I'm based out I loves it, yace Putting the booze in me face Getting drunk until I'm spaced out That's what we does in this town that I'm based out