ninety-nine bottles of beer in my gut Lyrics

Ninety-nine bottles of beer in my gut.

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall.

Ninety-nine bullet holes all in my head.

Each one for every motherfucker I want dead.

Ninety-nine bottles of vodka in my belly.

Ninety-nine bottles of Jack in my cellar.

Ninety-nine bullet holes all in my body.

Each one for every motherfucker that wants to try me.

I can see the enemies all of them tryna play with me.

So I play with their corpses while I play with my fuckin' horse dick.

And the people that I meet all tell me the same fucking thing.

That I'm a loser and that I should quit, and I should keep drinking.

So I keep fucking up the bottle, I keep drinking all the liquor.

I keep smoking all the zaza, I keep hitting all the flavors.

I know that it'll catch right up to me. Everybodies my enemy.

I know I got nobody close so I keep bottles next to me.

Ninety-nine bottles of beer in my gut.

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall.

Ninety-nine bullet holes all in my head.

Each one for every motherfucker I want dead.

Ninety-nine bottles of vodka in my belly.

Ninety-nine bottles of Jack in my cellar.

Ninety-nine bullet holes all in my body.

Each one for every motherfucker that wants to try me.

Man fuck, I'm sick of all the drama, I'm sick of all the bullshit.

Just hand me a drink and then tell me to fuckin' lose it.

I'm tired of being stomped on, I'm tired of being used.

I'm tired of having sex, I'm tired of drinking booze.

I'm loving the party action but sick of the damn dementia.

I keep losing my head to the liquor and the fucking seltzers.

Gotta keep myself above and never go back down below.

Because I might end up with another gun in my mouth and that shit blows.

(Hennessy) Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

(Hennessy) Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

(Hennessy) Drink that shit, and fuck that shit.

I fuck a bitch and smoke a brick. I do some drugs, I drink some alc'.

I don't give a fuck man thats what this shit is all about.

(Hennessy) I smoke a blunt, I rent apartments, get in a car accident.

I swear to God I wasn't drunk out of my mind,

(Hennessy) I think I got a fuckin' problem.

I think that I need Jesus but that bitch don't know how to solve shit.

Fuck religion and fuck Hell.

(Hennessy) That shit ain't really real, can't no one tell.

(Hennessy) Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

(Hennessy) Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

(Hennessy) Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

(Hennessy) Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

(Hennessy) Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

(Hennessy) Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

(Hennessy) Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

(Hennessy) Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.

Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to do it.