Nibblin' on hookers
Watchin' them bake smoking crack
All of those strippers covered with oil
Strummin' my six inch on my front porch swing
Smell those hookers rumps
They're beginnin' to stink
Wasted away again in bter ville
Searchin' for my lost bag of crack
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault, cause Im a chip off the old biter block
Don't know the reason
Stayed here all season to stoned to get up
With nothing to show but this credit card bill and some sores on the end of my Johnson
But it's a real beauty all full of puss .
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue
Wasted away again in biter ville
Searchin' for my lost bag of crack
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault
I blew out my flip flop
Stepped on a pile of poop
Cut my heel,when I steped on my glass crack pipe
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That meth ice concoction that helps me hang on
Wasted away again in biter ville
Searchin' for my lost bag of ready rock
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know, it's my own damn fault
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault
because big daddy raised me to be a chip off the old block
Watchin' them bake smoking crack
All of those strippers covered with oil
Strummin' my six inch on my front porch swing
Smell those hookers rumps
They're beginnin' to stink
Wasted away again in bter ville
Searchin' for my lost bag of crack
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault, cause Im a chip off the old biter block
Don't know the reason
Stayed here all season to stoned to get up
With nothing to show but this credit card bill and some sores on the end of my Johnson
But it's a real beauty all full of puss .
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue
Wasted away again in biter ville
Searchin' for my lost bag of crack
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault
I blew out my flip flop
Stepped on a pile of poop
Cut my heel,when I steped on my glass crack pipe
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That meth ice concoction that helps me hang on
Wasted away again in biter ville
Searchin' for my lost bag of ready rock
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know, it's my own damn fault
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault
because big daddy raised me to be a chip off the old block
