[Verse 1: Dialectrix]

Wake in the morning, I'm yawning and stiff

And stepping to my day with a morbid affliction

Wanting that buzz, man it's all that I'm wishing

Unfortunate victim, taunted by liquids

Falling and slumping, appallingly grumpy till boiling a jug

Then I pour it and drink it

Call it addiction, call it obsession

Until I got a drop, I got a poor man's attention

Taurine, caffeine, ginkgo, guarana

The drinks that are bringing the speed of my heart up

Need of a fiend till my thinking is faster

Or shitting my pants like the first fleets of Europeans seeing the Haka

Teeth decay with the breath of a demon stinking like garbage

Sugar erosion see be the reason it's reeking like armpits

As the day dims and it leads into darkness

Switch up gears and I reach for the lagers

Going to the bottle-o for me be the target

Sort of like an animal that feasts on a carcass

Hunting down what I want ravenously

As rapping on beats has needs as an artist

Stuck with a curse when I fill up a cup

Man as long as I'm drinking, I'm deep in the carnage

[Verse 2: Tommy Illfigga]

I'm a slave to the booze and the porn

Nowadays I'm amazed that I'm using it more

When abusing the whores in the magazine spreads

When I'm adamantly at it and I'm battin' in bed

And none of these babes gonna ask for devotion

When their ass on a page in a bath full of lotion

Suits me fine when the coochies mine

When I line up and shoot from the booth behind

The glass in the peepshow where I find that ass

Never beat slow so my time'll last

And I hate to have a wife where you never get the beaver

You know a DVD is never going to leave ya

Free in fact, no fees attached

Thumbnails, the thumbnails and eases back

I ain't social devoted to net

Hoes that drop clothes and pose for the cheque

Never pay for a date to day

'Cause my hand got a date with ann angel and Katie fey

Oi lady, ay, ya better down loads

Ya better download on my 80k

Day to day I'm droppin' my draws

Never get it done when mum is knockin' on doors

Not gotta stop what I'm doin' when it's locked

Don't need a lap dance when you got a laptop

[Verse 3: Joe New]

Let me start this off to the ones that knock what I drop

With a big fuck off

When they're functioning wrong and they're lunging a bong

I put their foot in their mouth like they're munching a thong

Want to bet what I gonna gets, in a bigger brown paper bag

And it's wet with a longer neck

What I want to get is atmosphere

Like I'm on a jet saying your captain's here

Tap that when I hit it to the limit

I blow a pay cheque when I sit for a minute

The village idiot, I'm in a rhythm when I hit them

Then I go home yo and admitted that I did it

If I didn't I'd be illegitimate, and a little bit messed up

Got to give it up, never winning it, next up

To the chapter of liquid, I set that trap to capture the victim

Rap's an addiction, smoking a marbrough

Blaze that up like a shot of Galliano

We work the day to make or brake the arvo

Wake up the next day, make the macchiato

Get the blood pumping, legs running

Head hunting for the next drink coming

Lords of deception, call it obsession

Cause and effect but it's all we invest in