You spill your drink, we spill your blood.
We are the enforcers,
Of the traditions of good times,
Dark melodies, beneath beer and rhymes.
You fall to the floor,
You've had a few to many,
Slurred you made it this way,
You fall to the floor,
You've had a few to many,
It's time for you to pay
And if you happen to see our shadow
In your doorway,
We are your spirits of death
Bitch had a BAC of one hundred percent....
Couldn't hold her booze, now she's drinking with the devil
And if you happen to see our shadow
In your doorway,
We are your spirits of death
You can't run away,
We know where you stay,
Say your prayers with your last breath,
Our private parties will be your death
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