We just gon' get straight into it. No Hamilton birthday is complete without proper intoxicants. Also ain't the same without company, but... y'all know...
(verse 1)
(verse 1)
A loner like a shark. Alone-r like Malona in the middle of the park. All About the Benjamins. Yes. You know the part. Extra slow. Majestic with the flow. So, time to hit the park. Play the harps. Not playing Haarp, just state of the art. A lot of people sayin' that I play with the sharks, cuttin' my wrists. Suck my dick. Say it's a tarp. Game over. Everybody runnin'. All up in the stomach. I ain't sober. High off life, and that's an understatement. Yet if I get higher, I might get hired. By God. To become Satan. A low blow, don't you know? Get low from blow. Get high from dope. Hire the dope. The highest dope, you know?
(hook)
Break the glass.
Break the glass.
Break the glass, y'all.
Break the glass.
Break the glass.
Break the glass.
Break the SHOT glass!
Break the glass.
Break the glass.
Are you mad?
Break the SHOT glass!
Break the glass.
Are you mad?
Like... REALLY mad?
Break the glass, y'all!
Break the glass.
(verse 2)
I feel like a pedophile for eating Wendy's. Speaking plenty. Need to see the ending. Like a spoiler alert. Them niggas die inside and they tryna little boy he's a "jerk". I hear you VERY much. I'm not trying to annoy the jerk that came through and did the worm. Grandmaster Sex A. Like "I love The Pyramids!" Said that, yesterday. And people get upset. Especially when I rest and lay on my vestibule. Vertebrate breaking when I nod my head. So I do it quadruple-time. People not used to mine. You ain't following mine. And I just flow. Cypress Hill, while on some blow. While on some dope. While on some pharmaceutical drugs to have me armed fo' sho'... ya know?
(hook)
Break the glass.
Break the glass.
Break the glass, y'all.
Break the glass.
Break the glass.
Break the glass.
Break the SHOT glass!
Break the glass.
Break the glass.
Are you mad?
Break the SHOT glass!
Break the glass.
Are you mad?
Like... REALLY mad?
Break the glass, y'all!
Break the glass.
(verse 3)
I am The King of Suicide like Jesus. Judas got involved with my music. He indeed is pleased by me trying to die, so suicide, crown me now! I get down! Like "Call me!", when lookin' at the crown. Look around. It's off your head. Like cannibus. Talking to the dead. Walk with The Walking Dead. So awkward how I got no awards instead of the force that I'm giving. It's been all one direction. No pop. So hot. And, no. I don't pop. I know the cost to be a boss. Like my old pops. Hendrix is my father. Sorry, Senior. Atari's cleaner. And SEGA, you are as mean as my fantasy indeed allows you to be, but you WON'T feel lousy with me...
(hook)
Break the glass.
Break the glass.
Break the glass, y'all.
Break the glass.
Break the glass.
Break the glass.
Break the SHOT glass!
Break the glass.
Break the glass.
Are you mad?
Break the SHOT glass!
Break the glass.
Are you mad?
Like... REALLY mad?
Break the glass, y'all!
Break the glass.
I am almost confused by my influence. And I'm not surprised by the resistence. But The United
States Marine Corps. understands. Eve Jeffries understands. Christopher Rios understands. I'm not cold, aight? 1110. Charles Hamilton.
-so mote it be
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