The Evolving Slacker

You in the Jungle baby, and you better believe

A cassette tape image of the song I got a hammer that will fit your head
distrokid promocard I got a Hammer that will fit your Head
My brother out by his pool smoking a joint.
22 or 23 year old bro sitting out by his pool smoking a joint flipping the bird

 

There’s this new shit on the street

China white, so fucking strong,

Taste it in your mouth, even after it’s gone

Od’d 3 times, in first 4 days

 

When was the last time you got really fucking high?

That times ten, and you still ain’t even close

Buy my shit at the shoppers drug mart store

10 Pack of 10cc’s, extra long

 

Carton of Export A greens, the strongest you can get

Could never stay in one place to long

Coned my way everywhere

Hooked up with the cartels, scary ass shit

 

Never thought it would end up like this

Shooting junk folded over in the fucking street

 

But fuck it, that’s the way she goes sometimes

This ain’t no fuckin nursery rhyme

This is the badass shit

Whatever you do don’t end up like this

 

Long hair, guns, and still look buff

Don’t need no Jacket, don’t need no sleeves

You in the jungle baby and you better believe

There ain’t a bad’r motherfucker, than me

 

Still remember the fucking christmas tree

Presents for everyone, even me

How the fuck did it go so wrong

I don’t know but it’s all in this fucking song

 

I started out smoking pot

Used to get caught a fucking lot

I really had no fucking luck

Then my parents sent me away

 

Came back twice as fucked

Introduced everyone to angel dust

Doing shrooms and micro dot, like fucking M&M’s

Wouldn’t give a fuck, would do anything

 

There was no controlling me

Shooting fucking junk from a 10 cc

This ain’t no fucking game, or maybe it is

It always ends the fucking same, either way

 

In a dark fucking hole in the ground

peeps crying cuz you let them down

If I could do it all over again

I wouldn’t change a fucking thing

 

I was always bad always doing wrong

Don’t know why, just the way I was grown

Don’t like it? Well fuck you too

There ain’t a fucking thing, anyone could do

 

Long hair, guns, and still look buff

Don’t need no Jacket, don’t need no sleeves

You in the jungle baby and you better believe

There ain’t a bad’er motherfucker, than me

 

Don’t know why I went the other way

I did read the satanic bible one day

Shit opened my eyes, made me feel like I was ok

found out there was a motherfucker as bad as me

 

He was a bad motherfucker, just like me

He grabbed a hold and said let’s go for a ride

I said, I don’t believe in all that shit

He said, of course not, you gettin on or what?

 

So we hooked up and we got in the junk

He didn’t play the fiddle and there ain’t no stump

He said, that shit be all hyperbole

I said now you talking like my little bro be

 

He grabbed a hold, and wouldn’t let go 

He was kind of a cunt to put it honestly

But he took away all the pain

He was a bad motherfucker, just like me

 

Long hair, guns, and still look buff

Don’t need no Jacket, don’t need no sleeves

You in the jungle baby and you better believe

There ain’t a bad’er motherfucker than me

 

We chilled out, like all the time

Streets, bedrooms, bathroom stalls

Didn’t seem to matter at all

Best friends, but always on my dime

 

Tried once or twice to throw him away

Fucking got sick all damn day

Said, come here little fucker, jump back on

Since then he ain’t never been gone

 

Carried that cunt around for years

Always said never wanted to see 40

Pretty sure that be comin true

Said bring it motherfucker, I’ll never slow down

 

Long hair, guns, and still look buff

Don’t need no Jacket, don’t need no sleeves

You in the jungle baby and you better believe

There ain’t a bad’er motherfucker than me

 

As fucked up as it might sound

The thought of dying didn’t scare me a bit

Tried to warn the kids on the street about the shit

But all be just like me, livin they lives, at the speed of light

 

Life’s never boring with the 10cc’s

And a little cunt, with the junk, along for the ride

Wouldn’t change a thing, felt no pain

Wear a T-shirt in the fucking cold, fuck being old!

 

Did so much epic shit, Everything to the extreme

Some fuckers even made a documentary

Followed me, camera’s in my face, fucked up shit

But hey, I got a movie made about me,

 

What a fucking wonderful legacy

 

Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse

Don’t know why that always appealed to me

Used to do a little but a little wouldn’t do it

And a little got more and more, shit really got a hold of me

 

Long hair, guns, and still look buff

Don’t need no Jacket, don’t need no sleeves

You in the jungle baby and you better believe

There ain’t a bad’er motherfucker than me

 

Don’t shed no tears, or pity me

This is the way I always wanted it to be

Smokin cigs, lots a junk, with 10cc’s

Till they put me in the motherfuckin ground

 

Long hair, guns, and still look buff

Don’t need no Jacket, don’t need no sleeves

 

There ain’t a bad’er motherfucker than me

 

Little bro will probably write a song about it

 

Lived my life, fast, at the speed of light

Motley Crue, AC/DC, Judas Priest

Cranking while they carried me

To my final resting place, now I gotta slow down, fuck!

 

But what a fucking ride!!!

 

I know I’ve got a sick and twisted mind

It leaks out stories like all the damn time

Little bro writing here, but I don’t mind

I can’t stop writing what’s in my mind

I keep thinking he was one of a kind

 

Even though I know that’s not true, 

It sure feels that way to me sometimes

Exactly what he was I can’t define

Writing about him is my only way free

 

All these songs just spewed out of me.

 

I wrote 12 or 15 of them

When I found out what happened

I was so pissed and angry, he didn’t reach out

Especially to me, when shit got fucked up, like he always did

 

I keep thinking I could have done something

Paid for a fancy detox place

But as time goes by, I realize

It was always gonna happen

 

Just like he always said it would

And I’ve never heard of anyone 

Hooked on smack, that wanted their family

To see them like that.

 

I contacted the producer of the Doc.

 

It’s still so fucking surreal, to see him walking and talking

With his long rockstar hair and sleeves cut out

Rocking the pipes with a smoke, hanging out his mouth.

 

He supplied all the material for this song

From that doc, he talked so openly about it all

He did OD 3 time’s in the first 4 days

When China White first hit the streets

 

I remember when he told me 

He read the satanic bible,

I said dude, where do you even get that?

He said, you just gotta look around.

 

And it’s true he always said he never wanted to see 40

Never wanted to grow old, what the fuck for? 

Was his reasoning, I never even seen him cry, once in his life

He used to laugh at me when I would cry listening to a song

 

The song I Still Got a Hammer That will fit your head.

Was the first one I wrote, Every line was a piece of his life

It’s on Spotify, and this site somewhere.

I wrote all the lyrics but wasn’t up to play and record it.

 

It just hurt to much

 

So I got someone else to do it, I think they fucking nailed it!

I will probably get this one done, probably all of them.

A few I want to do on acoustic by myself.

One of these days.

 

I still haven’t visited his grave.

RIP Brother

 

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