Arbor Day Party Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Happy Arbor Day, faggot, I see you brought your ho
She can step inside, but you dog? You gots to go
You like trees, baby? Hit this, get high
Sip this, sniff this
Damn I think this bitch died (Oops)
Fuck it man, it's Arbor Day, you ain't gon' see me stress
You might see me well-dressed, hand on a breast
You might see me with a bottle, pouring liqour out
You might see me on the dance floor, dick is out
You might see me with a handgun, g shit
Posted in the kitchen, dipping chips in some cheese dip
Fatty Eisenhower got this motherfucker poppin' off
Spike the punch bowl with Quaalude and Sriracha sauce (Swag)
It's a Groat party, everybody gettin' wild
No kids, but somebody leaving with a child
No condoms, no Plan B
Bitch it's Arbor Day, we tryin' to plant seeds


[Hook]
Fellas, bust your gats for the birch and oak
Ladies, shake your ass for the Buckwheat Groats
And everybody in this bitch gettin' high tonight
It's Arbor Day, fuck around and you might die tonight
Fellas, spark your l's for the firs and pines
Ladies, take your shirt off and snort a line
And if you down with police, you gettin' stuffed the fuck up
(A-yo!) It's Arbor Day, we're getting fucked the fuck up
[Verse 2]
Oh shit, now this party turned up
Got a whole lot a trees gettin' burned up
(But guys, isn't Arbor Day about preservation?)
Man, shut the fuck up before we bust your face in
We here for two things: Chewing gum and doing blow
And we out of gum, so we doing blow
Will I make it out alive? Shit, it's hard to say
Speedballs, fuck it, I'm going hard today, it's arbor day
Now I'm feeling good, great, grand, wonderful

Tweaking out, going HAM like a Lunchable
Getting comfortable with a group of groupy hoochies, playin' truth or dare
(Dinky, do you love me?) Uh, I choose the dare
Now it's getting late, nitrous tank tapped out
Everybody blacked out, looking like a crack house
People on the floor passed out with their ass out
DJ's so high he starts blasting Smash Mouth (Hey now)
Fuck that, I got sex on my mind
Spot some shorties on the dance floor, we start to grind
It's gettin' kinda freaky, got my arm around her waist
Aw, this dude did not just vomit on her face
Aw fuck naw, I'm reaching for my gun
So is he, so is they, so is everyone
(But wait, guys, think about the trees!)
Fuck trees, bitch, cock and squeeze!
[Hook]

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The Buckwheat Groat’s first jovial holiday song, celebrating the merits of preserving our beautiful wildlife.

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