SLAP DRUNK

That fuckin' gravityyyyyyyy
it's gettin' the best o' meeeeeeeee
My hallucinatin' ass eyes believe
That all the fines womens wants is meeeee

Now even though I stumble where I walk
and you can't understand me when I talk
uh but I fuckin' Love you just the same!
and my brother Scutta says he just can't hang

It was just a beer or maybe five
and I thank God that I still speak jive
cuz ain't no bit round the bone gonna jack me up
As you can plainly see I'm still fucked-up!

Cuz that fuckin' gravityyyyyyyy
it's gotten the best of meeeeeee
As any Nite Dawg can seeeeeee
I might need a lobotomyyyyyy

or a bottle in front of me
as m'man Tom Waits would say
and you just don't fuck with that
cuz that's where the wisdom's at

"Hee, hee. 
You stop that gravity...."