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An ode to the magical and wonderful Jungle Juice, and the power that it packs when you're deep in the sesh.
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Got any Amyl? Cos I need a sniffer
When you got enough juice, You don’t need any dinner
Nothing will get me, Just as fucked but quicker
And the only thing better, Is a bottle of liquor
Jungle Juice, got me running on fumes
Jungle Juice, got me running on fumes
Sniff up, head rush, face full, of blood
Sniff up, head rush, face full, of blood
Now it’s 3am And I’m out of the juice
Safe to say now That I’m running on fumes
Blow by blow, I’m ready and I’m roaring
Let’s get a fucking 8 ball, and get back to snorting
Jungle Juice, got me running on fumes
Jungle Juice, got me running on fumes
Small bottle, big hit, this ships about to sink
Small bottle, big hit, this ships about to sink
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