You looks like junck
When you are drunk

Speaking nonsense
I could loose my sense

I wanna beat you up
To wake you up

From your trip
To get a grip

You, sicking dross
You are making me gross

Wanna hold ur tip
And throw your ship

You are a waste of sip
In my golden cup

You comes when its all set
With a drink to upset

Are u not bored ?
Making things soured

So listen it clear
I won't be your dear

Ones is a chance
Twice is tolarence
Thrice is my lenience

Handle your hangover
Untill you are hung-over

Gooddbye my hope
Go,buy your dope!!

-Statue Fin



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