Menace at Twenty-Nine

Intro

(Heavy bass slide, sound of a lighter flicking and a deep bong bubble)

Courtney! Twenty-nine!

We ain't sleeping tonight, ya dogs.

Get the gear out. Let’s go!

Chorus

Twenty-nine and she’s still a fucking menace

Bags on the table, we ain't playing fucking tennis

It’s Courtney’s day, yeah the Queen is in the building

High as a kite, yeah we’re making off a killing

Pass the glass, light the brass, watch the hours fly

Courtney’s twenty-nine, we’re never gonna die

Party vibe, loud as fuck, tell the neighbors "Eat a dick"

This ain't a birthday, it’s a mother-fucking blitz!

Verse 1

One year left 'til the big three-zero

But she’s chasing that glass, fuck a superhero

Got the meth bubbling, shards looking like the Arctic

Courtney starts the fire, yeah she’s the mother-fucking spark, kid

Ripping on the bong 'til her lungs turn black

Twenty-nine years and she’s never looking back

Got the pills in the pocket, colorful like Skittles

Brain’s on a puzzle while she’s solving all the riddles

She’s a cooked unit, yeah the vocabulary’s "feral"

Dancing on the edge, yeah she’s flirting with the peril!

Verse 2

Line 'em up, rack 'em out, Courtney’s on a heater

Speeding like a stolen Holden, fuck the speedo meter

From the caps to the stems, yeah we’re mixing up the feast

Twenty-nine years, she’s a mother-fucking beast

She don't want a card, she just wants a fat gator

See you on the moon, we can talk to 'em later

Happy Birthday, ya legend, keep it loud, keep it grimy

If the narcs show up, tell 'em "Good luck tryna find me!"

Outro

(Slowed, distorted voice)

Keep it bubbling...

Keep it lit...

Courtney... the 29-year-old bender.

(Sound of a torch lighter and a heavy cough)