Party In The Woods

(альбом: Forgotten Freshness Vol. 5 - 2013)

Uh, something bit me

I'm deep in the woods at night, but I'm not scared
Fact is, I'm part of what's there
Impared, drunk, I'm feeling alright
Say "Fuck it" and never go home, we all just might
In the forest, we sleep with the insects
All up in sects, trading respects
Moses couldn't part a sea of us, baby
With ABK on the stage. Fool, you crazy
We firing the shot. It's our time
Even piggies don't cross our line
Throwing 40's at the helicopters flying above
They looking for trouble but finding nothing but love
Danger, danger, Shaggy's on a golf cart, drunk
Up in the woods, a street punk
With 10,000 others, just like me too
Deep in the woods, cries of "Whoop, whoop!"

Crows dancing in the clouds above
Trees clapping they branches and showing us love
These days belong to us!
They belong to us
These days belong to us!
They belong to us

"Hey, who the fuck ate my hot dog?"

Goals get achieved when we in the woods
Kids are conceived when we in the woods
Shit you can't believe when we in the woods
Wicked Clowns take stage, and they steal your goods?
Fucking bullshit! Devil's henchmen sneaking in
We got ninjas in the trees, watching for thieving
They get dealt with, and the party continues
We rock in the woods, nothing like in the venues
And look a this hottie's butt-naked-ass body
Fucking under the blankets, our beer breath stanking
Toss me a cheeseburger. I'll steal your blunt and peel off
Ran into a tree stump and broke the wheel off
And you real soft, passing out, you didn't see Twiztid
They did the fucking new shit, and your missed it
In the woods, you can hear the bump all night
We family together, and We'll Be Alright

Crows dancing in the clouds above
Trees clapping they branches and showing us love
These days belong to us!
They belong to us
These days belong to us!
They belong to us

"Whoop, whoop! Whoop, whoop! Whoop, whoop!"

In the woods at night, find me up in the club
Chaos throughout the forest, nothing but love
("Hey, where the fuck are you from?") The loon district
The place where that hating bullshit is restricted
Body slams in the woods, slam dancing in the forest
We become muddalos if the rain pours
So the fuck what? I'm still slapping this mud-duck butt
It's all good. I don't give a fuck what!

Crows dancing in the clouds above
Trees clapping they branches and showing us love
These days belong to us!
They belong to us
These days belong to us!
They belong to us
Crows dancing in the clouds above
Trees clapping they branches and showing us love
These days belong to us!
They belong to us
These days belong to us!
They belong to us

Oh, the stagecoach was a heading through the mountains
This day they called the Wells Faygo express
The cargo, so I hear, Faygo old-fashioned root beer
The tasty drink with creamy head goodness
"Look out! It's a holdup! It's Black Bart!"
"Oh! Save me! For my life I fear!"
"Oh, hush up, gal. It's that famous drink I want
That case of Faygo old-fashioned root beer"
"Stand where you are
Black Bart, you are through"
[*gunshots*]
So, the stagecoach went on heading through the mountains
And old Black Bart went off to jail, I hear
The Faygo Kid. Which way did he go? Which way did he go?
He went for Faygo!
"Now's the time for you to go for Faygo old-fashioned root beer
The big one-liter bottle is now on sale at participating grocers"