my brother paul

I've got a bro named Paul.
Quite round and not very tall.
Loves the meth everything about it.
Give him a bag„ water and a fit.
He sucks 50 lines and opens his bag.
He looks at young Chris and calls him a fag.
A lady walks past whistles, grounds and yells oh what an arose.
Days go past he's still driving around.
He starts with the shadows and runs up a big dirt mound.
He wakes up confused just a little scratched up.
Trys to stands IP falls slips into a puddle of mud.
Fuck you you fucking cunt he yells and screams from the top of his lungs.
Its been five days now wind old Paul slept.
I need a shot or some pot wiggs on a chicken says " your gunna get got "
Jumps in the car planning his next plot.
But wait first I need a shot.
Gives up ringing old nan.
Settles with some pot and forgets the plan.
Good night mate don't forget to reaload were are out do we should go as soon as we can.