cubby Lyrics

Born on 3rd base thinks he hit a triple

Daddy bailed him out when he was flirtin' with acquittal

Big dick small brain, name is just a scribble

Signin' shit for all the little people conjured in his mental

Too high too drunk, fightin' through the yacht club

10 Mile island burnin' down his ninth pub

Cubby's momma kept him suckin on her paystub

20-Somethin' years of takin beatings got him hateful

Full bars full stack, ya boy's a handful

Keep him outta trouble fore he muddles up the band's mood

Little wolfy's got a way of goin primal

Beggin' for sedation for the rest of his recital

Stuck inside his head just like the rest of us, shootin' up

On his way to hell he's through the ticket punch, take his pulse

Drainin' all his venom just to slurp it up, losin' touch

Scared he's goin numb it's got him losin' guts, bruisin' up

Rocks up, cocked up, dickin' down his mall subs

Flickin' on his lighter just to generate a warm touch

Bitchin' bout a lack of lubrication when he warms up

Fuck around and figure out he's burnin' out his own clutch

Takin' his pick, lickin' his joystick, they're cappin lipstick

Keepin' his grabbin' greedy and he's gonna catch a lit wick

Nothin' but spice, thinkin' he's nice, chemical x and we'll just have the check please

Power through his puffin, pluggin' through his gangrene gang

Snatch a habit 'fore he breaks it got him actin' ugly

Baby lost his paci, throw a tantrum now he's cuddly

Droolin' bubbles let 'em pop, don't wake him up or else

You'll hear him babble on about what stubble keeps his stubby tucked