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 Artist : ATMOSPHERE
 
 National Disgrace | ATMOSPHERE[Slug](I pledge allegiance to Budweiser and free drugs)
 Peace to Rick James, Anna Nicole Smith, Bill Clinton
 And Motley Crue
 And anyone else who has ever utilized their 15 minutes
 Of fame to realize their true dreams of being an
 Absolute jerk off, just to keep the masses entertained
 This goes out to learning from the mistakes of others
 
 Bring it on now
 Come on
 I said come on
 I said come on
 
 [Verse 1]
 They call me a jerk, once they get to know me
 But they don't stop calling, they read me well
 It's no work if I was phony, I'd win a trophy
 Who needs to make records when there's seeds to sell
 Freak the bell, and make it all spin crooked
 God please help, too much grim to look at
 Grab the tree by the limb and shook it
 Like, "Have you seen my self esteem, where the hell'd you put it?"
 Oh wait, never mind, I found it in a bottle
 Drunk at the Troubadour talking to a model
 Wrecked the rental on Santa Monica Boulevard
 I was headed to the El Rey to slap a security guard
 
 [Chorus]
 Rowdy, stubborn, loud and arrogant
 As American as apple pie and embarrassment
 Package the kid's face, put it on display
 Look ma!, another national disgrace
 Dumb and ignorant, drunk and belligerent
 Open up your heart y'all, come on and let me in
 Package the kid's face, put it on display
 Look ma!, another national disgrace
 
 [Verse 2]
 The liquor gets hold of the head liver's soul
 Blurry on Sixth Street and Red River Road
 Last thing I remember was the Ogden Theatre
 Backstage bathroom making out with all three of ya
 Kicked out of Topcats... for where I put the vomit at
 Finally passed out in a laundry mat
 Malnourished and topless, slurring and obnoxious
 Like, "Yo, we got this!"
 The Zodiac Killers 'bout to rock this
 At the Great American Music Hall, pissin on the box office
 Pick apart the detail, alcohol and females
 All around the world same song
 Houseton and Ludlow, Maxfish, Vampire
 You poor the beer and I'll bring the satire
 No prob, I'll play the part of doorknob and make it look
 So good you're gonna wish that it was your job
 
 [Chorus]
 
 [Verse 3]
 It's all about the hangovers, and late checkouts
 Maid banging on the door like, "Wake up! Get Out!"
 But Come on mami, y'all probably don't want me comin'
 Out like a Zombie brushing teeth in the lobby
 This is a career, not a hobby
 Ain't no reason to fear what you wanna see
 Hey paparazzi, don't you wanna watch me quote the
 Fonzi and then crash his Mazaradi?
 Sweat pants, t-shirt, mesh hat, blue blockers
 Feeding Jack D. to a room full of teenie boppers
 Howdy neighbor, take a shot for flavor
 Let's debate whether or not we should punch the waiter
 I'm just kidding, let's love each other
 It goes lick, swallow, suck, and order another
 Do what you like, don't nobody care
 It's a sign of success only in America
 
 [Chorus]
 
 [Chorus End: 4x]
 I didn't cooome to start no trouble or hurt no one
 I'm just heeere to get drunk, party, and have some fun
 
 
 
 
 
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