Lyrics:

high, always on the grind
get money 9 to 5, party all the fucking time
leave your worries behind
smoke a blunt and you'll be fine, party all the fucking time

GO!

these bodies are corpses
and we drink the blood
when all else is failing
we dont give a fuck!

when we push the limits
in our predicaments
we all end up getting
belligerent as FUCK

BELLIGERENT CUNT!

why have these kegs all been tapped?
who smoked all of our bud? im not high
we got so fucking belligerent
damn all these girls lookin fineeee

HOLY SHIT.... GOD DAMN!

thats the point- get fucked
thats the point, thats the point