"Good Morning Vietnam" lyrics

What the hell is going on
I cast a spell I drop a bomb
We say good morning Vietnam
And now it's going going gone

We got the noise that puts the lil boys in moshpits
Shrooms keep making me nauseous
Two hoes laid in my coffin
Still they picking my pockets
I'm pistol pete I might pop bitch
No way
Yes I'm fuckin on a she slash they
Yes I'm driving down the street wrong way
Yes I'm pissin on bobbys grave
Okay
Yes okay

Who call the shots the jaws will drop bombs away
Watch Megan Fox take off all her lingerie
Who called the cops I'm locked in Guantánamo Bay

What the hell is going on
I cast a spell I drop a bomb
We say good morning Vietnam
And now it's going going gone

Yeahh
Bona fide meat head
Bust a couple nuts buy drugs off da deep web
Uh

Smoke a blunt durin recess
Google myself all week hitting refresh
Uh

Ain't shit that I regret

I don't really fuck with the he said she said
PS I'm back on my BS
Cause
Like a monkey bomb on Shangri-La
That's what the whole squad wanted

Telling my mom stop calling
Sippin that gin an tonic
Thinkin my crib been haunted
Vegas strip and all in

Sittin watching paint dry
Swimmin with a great white
Trippin till my brain fried
Uh

What the hell is going on
I cast a spell I drop a bomb
We say good morning Vietnam
And now it's going going gone
And now it's going going gone