Old Rasputin (Every Night)

[Intro]: My name is Mac Lethal AKA Old Rasputin Come on! [Hook]: Every night I drink just so I can fall asleep Alcohol in my tummy, turning dark days sunny Every night I drink just so I can fall asleep Alcohol in my tummy, pop bottles, get money [Verse 1]: Man, get up out of bed Today is your day Have a little morning sex, no foreplay Go downstairs and make breakfast your way Put a little Grey Goose in your OJ Okay I'm a fast thinker, but I'll never live in slow pace The world just rotates and rotates, my young soldiers I never get drunk, but trust me, I get hung over Big thumbs up Hip-hop for Jesus For dinner I'mma finish off a big box of Cheez-Its You know I'm cooking Blow a little bitty kiss to your wife cause I know she's looking I'm in that El Camino with a ? rim and the clover cushions I'm chopping I'm knuckle-popping that hustle Copping that custom black vehicle Get a bit of a cracked ego You know it's Mac Lethal That's me, bro No superpowers and no cape I'm still a rap hero Baby, it's hip-hop's original beer snob With rugged rap styles, I'mma nibble your ears off [Hook]: [Verse 2]: I said I'm getting fucked up in the mooooorning Cause I'm horny for music that ain't boooooring And all the music out now, I hate it So when I want some really good music, I gotta make it So I'm getting fucked up in the mooooorning I'm wide awake, but, man, I'm so high, I'm snoring My martini's dirtier than trashy hoes and whore clothes And your flow is cheesier than Axl Rose's cornrows You know I'm ripping, give it a listen Motherfucker, my vocal's sickening? Dip when I'm dope In a minute with a gnome Mina-minimally broke when I roast these chickens These rappers hating on me, KC down to Wichita I can see the bitch in y'all I can see your tits and bra Get out my way, I'm 'bout to dropkick the Midwest And your existence is a conflict of interest I got a model with me, I ain't kissing on no dumb skank I'd rather shit up in the drunk tank and puff stank [Hook]: [Verse 3]: I said I got that double IPA I'm drinking it, baby The bar is packed I'm gonna leave with a lady My car's in back We gonna jump in Slow chopped and screwed music pumping Fuck rims I'd rather have machine guns on the front ends Black Clover beer club Lifetime homies Summer nights we get together, drinking light fine stogies Lord knows that I can't handle the press Y'all wanna know if cousin Bennett's real, man? The answer is yes Shit! [Outro]: [Phone rings] [Bennett]: Hello? [Mac]: Hey, what up, Bennett? What are you doing? [Bennett]: What up, ?. Uh, at the gig and shit. I met this girl... [Mac]: Oh, you working? [Bennett]: Yeah... [Mac]: Alright, man, well, give me a call after work, dude [Bennett]: Aight, man [Mac]: Aight, luh, luh That was Irish Goodbye