Drink

[Syferus]

It gets a bad rap.

[Dougal Maguire]

Unfairly, in my opinion

[From the Bunker]

[ONeill]

Here's a bad rap about drink.

Yo whassup man, get up man [*urrp* I can't bust man]
Get up nigga, bust [I'm fucked]
Get up you gotta do your verse nigga
[Aight I'll try it] Get up nigga!

[Verse One: J-Ro]
I get drunk and I stumble to the phone
And conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone
OHh shit, tow back, I need to take a piss
Only when I'm drunk I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma [*urrp*]
Sittin by the fire
Hold on, turn the beat off
[Nah, keep it goin' J-Ro can you make it?]
I'm just not knowin'
I get drunk and start talking mo' shit
And when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out
Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be
Forget tryin' to rationalize, cover your eyes
Ah d-[*urrp*], damn I'm drunk
I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk
When I get drunk I might act uncouth
But when I get drunk I always tell the truth
Yeah I'm good, I'm bad, I'm dope, I'm freaky fresh
I make hip-hop fans say yes yes
The Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow upop
Hold up, hold up, I think I gotta...
[*urrrrrrp*] Damn, false alarm
Gettin all the ladies with my cool charm
When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk
Yeah, but only when I'm dr-[*urp*] drunk

Yeah, let me pass the forty, to my nigga, Tash

[Verse Two: Tash]
It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia
It's the pimp-slap niggy with drinks in the freezer
Bust the one out, two out, [flips!] type of rapper
That'd get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker
Sip a Colt for the fever when I'm coolin' with my people
Got hoes in East Columbus like I'm Billy Dee Winkle
Cause I move like, I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte
Lookin for them niggas that jumped my homey Dante
All up in this bitch with the gin and Tanqueray
Drink like Mr. Wendal smoke bud like Dr. Dre
But that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit
Got damn I gotta piss I pass the mic to E-Swift

[Verse Two cont.: E-Swift]
Yeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me
I'm trippin', must be the brew that I was sippin'
Kickin' in, guess I shouldn't have mixed it with the gin
Cause when I'm layin' on my back I can feel the room spin
One too many, I reckon
Feelin I gotta earl, any second
Wanna get up but can't move, feels like I'm stuck in the groove
What the f**k was I tryin to prove?
I get a rep for downin' four-oh's
All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros
Niggas call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk
Might f**k an ugly bitch but only when I'm drunk

[Verse Three: J-Ro]
Aight, think I'm feelin' a little better
Ready to bust this, like this
And ya don't miss, check it out

I get drunk and start thinkin' bout my friends
That passed on with every forty ounce the memory will last on
Black Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suavey D
The three MCs will always live in my memories
We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes
And drink forty-oh's, and wear the same clothes
Damn I wish we could go through it again
But I know one day we gonna do it again
And when that day comes it's gonna be live
But I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive
The Alkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin'
Just a li'l somethin', to pump up the thinkin'

[Outro: J-Ro]
Beer run! Ante up nigga
Ha ha, put the money in the hat

[mrdeeds]

Peroni is a top class beer.

[Tony Baloney]

What's the worst thing youse have done under influence?

Criminal damage? Assault? Drink driving? Adultery with a woman or man? Sex with an animal or Tyrone person?

[laoislad]

What's the worst thing youse have done under influence?

Criminal damage? Assault? Drink driving? Adultery with a woman or man? Sex with an animal or Tyrone person?

Is it possible to be that drunk?

[Captain Obvious]

It gets a bad rap.

Drink comes in many forms. I think you should stick to milk or water. Stay away from the fizzy drinks. 

[seafoid]

17th century rap

A bhonnán bhuí, is é mo léan do luí,
Is do chnámha sínte tar éis do ghrinn,
Is chan easba bidh ach díobháil dí
a d'fhág i do luí thú ar chúl do chinn.
Is measa liom féin ná scrios na Traoi
Tú bheith i do luí ar leaca lom',
Is nach ndearna tú díth ná dolaidh sa tír,
Is nárbh fhearra leat fíon ná uisce poll.

A bhonnáin álainn, is é mo mhíle crá thú,
Do chúl ar lár amuigh romham sa tslí,
Is gurbh iomaí lá a chluininn do ghrág
Ar an láib is tú ag ól na dí.
Is é an ní a deir cách le do dheartháir Cáthal,
Go bhfaighidh sé bás mar siúd, más fíor,
Ach ní hamhlaidh atá, siúd an préachán breá
Chuaigh in éag ar ball le díth na dí.

A bhonnáin óig, is é mo mhíle brón
Thú bheith sínte fuar i measc na dtom,
Is na luchaí móra ag triall chun do thórraimh,
Ag déanamh spóirt agus pléisiúir ann;
Is dá gcuirfeá scéala in am faoi mo dhéinse
Go raibh tú i ngéibhinn, nó i mbroid fá dheoch,
Do bhrisfinn béim duit ar an loch úd Bhéasaigh
A fhliuchfadh do bhéal is do chorp isteach.

Ní hiad bhur n-éanlaith atá mé ag éagnach,
An lon, an smaolach, nó an chorr ghlas,
Ach mo bhonnán buí, bhí lán de chroí,
Is gur chosúil liom féin é ina ghné is ina dhath.
Bhíodh sé go síoraí ag ól na dí,
Is deir na daoine go mbímse mar sin seal;
Níl aon deor dá bhfaighinn nach ligfinn síos,
Ar eagla go bhfaighinnse bás den tart.

Is é a d'iarr mo stór orm ligint den ól,
Nó nach mbeinnse beo ach seal beag gearr;
Ach dúirt mé léithi go dtug sí an bhréag,
Is gurbh fhaide mo shaolsa an deoch úd a fháil.
Nach bhfaiceann sibh éan an phíobáin réidh
A chuaigh in éag den tart ar ball;
Is a chomharsain chléibh, fliuchaíg bhur mbéal
Óir chan fhaigheann sibh braon i ndiaidh bhur mbáis.

Yellow bittern, there you are now,
Skin and bone on the frozen shore.
It wasn't hunger but thirst for a mouthful
That left you foundered and me heartsore.
What odds is it now about Troy's destruction
With you on the flagstones upside down,
Who never injured or hurt a creature
And preferred bog water to any wine?
Bittern, bittern, your end was awful,
Your perished skull there on the road,
You that would call me every morning
With your gargler's song as you guzzled mud.
And that's what's ahead of your brother Cathal
(You know what they say about me and the stuff)
But they've got it wrong and the truth is simple:
A drop would have saved that croaker's life.
I am saddened, bittern, and broken hearted
To find you in scrags in the rushy tufts,
And the big rats scampering down the rat paths
To wake your carcass and have their fun.
If you could have got word to me in time, bird,
That you were in trouble and craved a sup,
I'd have struck the fetters of those lough waters
And wet your thrapple with the blow I struck.
Your common birds do not concern me,
The blackbird, say, or the thrush or crane,
But the yellow bittern, my heartsome namesake
With my looks and locks, he's the one I mourn.
Constantly he was drinking, drinking,
And by all accounts I've a name for it too,
But every drop I get I'll sink it
For fear I might get my end from drouth.
The woman I love says to give it up now
Or else I'll go to an early grave,
But I say no and keep resisting
For taking drink's what prolongs your days.
You saw for yourself a while ago
What happened to the bird when its throat went dry;
So my friends and neighbours, let it flow:
You'll be stood no rounds in eternity.

[screenexile]

'''Tis a curse lads