who got the level 87 ticket in to tifas 7th heaven, legs 11, this guy
knocking back the drinks pixelated elated, the revels demonstated cant be denied
whey aye, my medication is inebriation, watching animation instead of doing work
lately, dont hate me, but ive been drinking whiskey and the chaser is me being a berk
with my trademark din, i keep my hat in the ring yeah i sin but honestly retreat
is not an option i have no intention of stopping like the train we on but defeat
has happened many times my rhymes are on time but eluding thee visavie publicity
because you see that aint a feather in my cap, Im real bad at that as a matter of fact

These are raps for killing time before I have a drink
These raps are for killing time before im tickled pink
These raps are for killing time before Im in the pub
These raps are for killing time before im in the club

Never ever quite got on lock the clocking in showing up for work swag, that fad
were I more adept id check in with a city job to fund my endeavors yeah that would be rad
But whatever, im not clever, unfocused and ill, not ill as in sick, wait, not ill in a good way
and im hell bent on being content with the songs sent into the ether believe ya words of praise
so meanwhile im a tsar of midgar drinking something hard, no id card, the barmaid knows me
Wish i could do a limit, learn a spell, be a mutant, even go on a pokemon journey
I could join the army except i would work for the council as a spectre, mass effect chasing rogues
I know the codes im in control when I party alone oh its so lovely up in my abode