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Hope you up my nigga
Im a hood survivor
I'm a demon baby
That made it out the fire
Pull my mask down no Michael Myers
If yall take one of Mines, take

Now hear me all you victims
Come listen, gather around
For now we'll tell the story of four brothers in the ground
One died from the bottle though he

welcome
For this small time city thug

One from the whiskey
One from the war
One by suicide
And another by the gun

Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns

It's 2 AM and the bars are closin'
I can already tell by the sound of that ringtone
It's you on the other end
By the sound of your voice, you

For the Outlawz

Big B

Whiskey and Women

2011

stops
I'm a whiskey drinkin s.o.b.
If you don't like that then you won't like me
I'm an outlaw. I said I'm an outlaw!

Fire up the Harley, now I'm off

they bring me home
Let me run away
By the end of song 
Let me burn in hell
Let me hang myself

Man, please No!
I... I... I got a wife and kids!
I have

come to bring you outta hells layers. I greet the sunrise, but I'm held by the dark the Last Hope where most hope get deprive fo' they start...... Yeah!

for a truly classic girl 

The cookie pan's covered with the dough she made by hand
Every burner holds a masterpiece divine
The kitchen aid is tearin'

to the barrel
But this whiskey is
This whiskey is loud 
And I just don't wanna hear ya

I've been down and up
Been the one that you call when you outta luck
Wear

To Beat the Devil

Waylon Jennings

Good Hearted Woman

1972

him
And I ain't sayin' I beat the devil but I drink his beer for nothin'

And then I stole his song
You can still hear me singin' to the people who

whiskey, we like beer
Won’t let no blues stay long round here
Just call my name one time
I love to cross that line
I’ll sing about whiskey
And watch you

Murderous intent
This song is not for the weak-hearted
Do yourself a favor and press the skip button now
Okay, you've been warned
The name is Charlie

That make us believe, when we lyin', we honest, I love you
Pick, Michael Jackson or Jordan or Tyson or Myers
Too much dirty money when the colors are

Some of y'all think it's a damn joke
Everything I sang and wrote
This songs for you
A message from me
I'm saying fuck you
You can talk shit about me

Firewater

311

Enlarged to Show Detail

1996

to my head sway in the fire I've waded into

All alone except for the whiskey voices
Whores laugh, neon signs flash other choices
I stagger stumble

art
What's that for
You will see
Take off your shirt
And come over to me
Lulled by once
Forgotten love
He took off his shirt
And she put on her gloves

The Broad Majestic Shannon

The Pogues

The Best of the Pogues

1991

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
You sang me a song that was pure as the breeze

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
You sang me a song that was pure as the breeze

regret
For them half-assed vows you broke
I've had enough, and I've called your bluff
Now go hang by your own rope
Not a damn thing you say will take it

powerful
Even when I'm not around
I will lookout for you
You got me high as the Eiffel Tower
Won't let yo love get away
I am your Michael myers
Swear no

I'm countin'
Never catch me frownin', this loud got me drowsy
The plug of the year always looking for outlets
You smokin' that barley I'm smokin' that

Bartender I didn't come to bend your ear
I didn't come in here to socialize
I didn't come in for a beer
I'm drinkin whiskey and I will be all night

Up in the sky going far
Sit back play your part
I love the money can't keep us apart
You can get cooked like a fryer
Scaring these dudes Michael Myers

and straight
Edges and reaching so hard for
Some soul nicki destroyed them

This is what she does she takes a pretty good
Song, wait's until you are
Popping