Third Degree Gurns

One little, two little Three little ketamines Four little, five little Six little magic beans Seven little, eight little Nine little lines of beak Ending the night with a joint Sat at home, pendulous jaw Where should I sit? On the couch or the floor Spark up a biff trying to stop the spin Let me sleep My head's like a bin Passed the fuck out Spliff full of haze While around you The place is a blaze It was all fun Throwing shapes all night. Now my face is burned to fuck And gavе me nan a fright Passed the fuck out Spliff full of hazе While around you The place is a blaze Now I can't cover up the burns I've got third degree gurns Now I can't cover up the burns I've got third degree gurns

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026