[Verse 1]
Shot some Grey Goose like on a hunting season
Dropped the bottle on the glass table, just another evening
In some bar, ran by some Parisian with no love for laws
Oui! Money laundry, every honey was a barbie
Caught me, off-guard, RSVP
Invitation mailed to me, Mr. Concrete Cee
Metrosexual dress code? Let's go casual
The bouncer was a lesbo with an afro
"Laszlo?", called the boss' name, said
"Small change don't belong in Gucci purses, you're looking lost, man"
A shady man passed me with a chuckle
But my name was the guestlist, I'll get him on the double
Entered the place, some dang ho with her pants low
Her thang showed, pinker than a drunk man's nose
I swear to God, somebody kill the disc jockey
Fuck The-Dream, play some 2Pac, you asshole!
Can't believe they employed him
He looks like he had a boyfriend
Had a voice that reminds me of Cher on Autotune
It offends the ears when he sings karaoke, shit's horrible
Then I heard a Japanese dude
Say in chatroom speak to a woman "I <3 you"
Am I on the set of "Fear and Loathing in Berlin City"?
Or what the fuck is going on with these people, huh?

[Verse 2]
Twenty tequilas later, a Tila Tequila hater
Debated on promiscuous girls that scheme to get the cake up
150,000 a year, just getting laid up on camera
And eating more people than cannibals, then he added:
"It proves that we're animals, we call each other
Bitch, swine, snake, rat..." - Damn booze!
Drunk people shouldn't speak, or do you take:
"Ow man, I'll punch you in the cheek!"
Probably as: "Let's have a lunch next week!"
Exactly girl, he told you to run it, it's Chris B, peace...